12-28-06

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI because my name is not Anthony Zuiker. I know it's sad, but true.

Ankle

"Sidle." Sara answered the phone while setting down her print brush and dust. She'd been dusting the entire interior of a car for the past hour and she could use the break.

"Sara, it's Catherine. I need your help for a re-enactment." Catherine Willows said over the phone.

"Hold on a minute." Sara was currently in the garage with their boss Gil Grissom and coworker Nick Stokes. Sara turned to Grissom and covered the mouth piece.

"Hey Griss, it's Catherine. She says she needs my help with a re-enactment." He nodded.

"Go ahead. Nick and I will finish this." Sara began to walk away.

"Ok where are you?"

"'Lay out room. You may want to put some shorts on for this though." Sara was puzzled.

"Alright I'll be there in a few minutes." Sara hung up and detoured to the locker room for some shorts.

She found Catherine in the layout room dressed in shorts just as she was.

"Catherine, what's going on?" Catherine explained the situation to the young brunette.

"I need you to walk around in these and tell me what you think."

"Umm Catherine, I don't know how to walk around in those." Catherine dropped the stockings and shoes she was holding out to her. The shock wore off quickly.

"I guess I'll have to show you. Here put these on." Catherine retrieved the stockings from the floor and handed them to Sara to put on. Sara watched Catherine put them on just as she had done a year ago on a case with a photographer then copied the older woman's movements.

"Ok, slip your feet into these and it's like walking on your tip toes." Catherine explained.

"I can't imagine walking around like that all day would be comfortable." Sara said and slid her feet into the shoes. She tried to walk as Catherine had described and almost immediately stumbled forward. Luckily Catherine was there to catch her.

"May I ask why you have never worn heels before?"

"It's a long and depressing story, Catherine." Sara answered. Catherine accepted the answer and walked with her until she got the hang of it.

"You should wear these more often. They make your legs look amazing." Catherine observed as she watched Sara continue walking.

"Thanks, it won't cooperate with the job though. How do you do this? Me feet are killing me."

"It just takes practice. Just keep walking around with those; I'm going to go set up my experiment." Catherine left the room and Sara kept walking. Her attention was diverted when Greg Sanders walked by.

"Wow! I knew you had great legs, but, hot damn." At the moment she looked up, she fell. "Oww, shit." Sara cursed and held her ankle. Greg was at her side.

"I'm sorry. Are you going to be ok?"

"Just go page Catherine please. She was supposed to be in here with me." Greg did as he was told and Catherine reappeared moments later.

"What the hell happened?"

"I lost my concentration when Greg complimented my legs. I think it's sprained."

"Alright don't move. Greg, come with me." Catherine directed. In the hallway she spoke quietly.

"Go get an ice pack and don't let Grissom see you. We all know how he is about her." Greg nodded and moved quickly through the halls. Catherine poked her head in to update Sara.

"Greg went to get you ice. I will be right back and then I will take you to the emergency room." She left before Sara could protest.

Catherine found Nick first.

"Hey, I need your help with Sara." She had forgotten that he was working with Grissom and was unaware that the man in question was near by.

"What do you need?" The Texan asked.

"Come with me."

"Sure, just let me tell Grissom." He started to walk away, but Catherine grabbed his arm.

"No. That's ok I'll just get Warrick to help me. Don't say anything." Nick was confused but nodded to Catherine's retreating form. Grissom came out of the room he was in and Nick knew he had heard the conversation.

"What was that about?"

"No idea boss. I'm going back to work." Grissom shook his head and went back to work. He knew that if it was something serious, then somebody would tell him.

Catherine found Warrick in the AV lab, "Hey can you come with me please? It's important." He had no choice but to follow her since she had already left. He found them in the layout room where Sara was still sprawled out on the floor and Greg was holding an icepack to her foot.

"What the hell happened in here?" He asked.

"Greg distracted her and she fell down. Pick her up. We need to get her out of the building and to the emergency room." He did as he was told.

"Did anyone happen to tell Grissom that Sara got hurt on the job? He needs to fill out the paperwork."

"No we didn't. Now let's go." Catherine demanded. Warrick sighed and lifted Sara off the ground.

"Girl, don't you eat anything?" Sara laughed and nodded her head.

"Don't you think we should tell Grissom? He could go with me and you could all keep working." Sara suggested.

"It's too late. It's partially my fault you got hurt anyway." Catherine said as she led the group to the car. Warrick just carried Sara out of the building and set her in the car.

"Grissom is going to be pissed that nobody told him about this right away." He told Catherine more than anyone, but nobody missed the undertone about his statement in his subtle reference to Sara. Catherine ignored him and started the car. Warrick climbed in the passenger seat to carry her into the hospital. Greg went back inside to await the report of Sara's injury.

Grissom was making rounds to check on everyone's progress and could only find Greg. Greg was busy and deflected his questions about the whereabouts of Sara, Catherine and Warrick. He wandered into the AV lab.

"Hey Archie, have you seen Warrick, Catherine or Sara?"

"Not for a while. Catherine came in and told Warrick she needed help. I don't know what happened after that."

"Thanks Archie." Grissom said and left. He pulled out his cell phone and called Catherine since she seemed to be the center of it all.

"Willows."

"Where are you, Sara and Warrick?" He demanded.

"Oh well we're out of the building. We'll be back shortly." Just then he heard someone speak to her.

"Excuse me, Ms. Willows? I have an update on Sara's condition. She just came out of x-ray and from her preliminary exam; it looks like her ankle might have a fracture. As soon as I know for sure then I will let you know."

"Thank you, doctor." Grissom heard this and was practically running out of the door.

"Catherine what the hell happened? Why are you at the hospital? What hospital are you at?" He demanded.

"Okay, okay, calm down. We're at Desert Palm in the emergency room. When you get here, then I will tell you everything." Catherine told him and he hung up on her. She knew that he was pissed, but she wasn't sure what the real reason was. Was it because it was Sara that got hurt or because nobody told him promptly when it happened? She would soon find out.

Grissom burst through the door frantically looking for Catherine. As suspected, he couldn't find either her or Warrick, so he went to the reception desk.

"Excuse me. I need to see Sara Sidle. I believe she was brought in a little while ago with a foot injury." The nurse looked her up in the computer.

"Oh well, she is talking with the doctor is talking with her right now. If you could have a seat…"

"Would it be possible for me to meet with the doctor so I might gather any special care instructions? She is stubborn and I want to make sure that she does what the doctor tells her to do."

"Sure. Let me page the doctor. What's your name?"

"Gil Grissom" Grissom waited patiently while the nurse spoke with the doctor.

"Right this way, sir." The nurse led him to the curtained area containing Sara.

Catherine saw Grissom enter the emergency room and stopped Warrick from going to the waiting area. She watched him look around for her and Warrick. She knew he was pissed and decided against her better judgment to postpone the inevitable. "Catherine, what are you doing? Why are we hiding from Grissom?"

"Because he is too angry to listen right now."

"You know you're only digging a deeper hole for yourself right?"

"I know." Catherine sighed and moved to her seat in the waiting room when Grissom disappeared with the nurse behind the doors.

Grissom saw Sara on the bed with a cast around her ankle.

"Grissom? What are you doing here?" She was surprised and the doctor looked in the same direction she was.

"I was wondering the same thing about you. What the hell happened?"

"I fell down. I was helping Catherine with something. Greg distracted me and I fell down and hurt my ankle. I will be fine in a few days." She said dismissively.

"Miss Sidle, you have a fractured ankle. You will be in a cast for a few weeks and off work for tonight and tomorrow night. Who will be available to help you at home?"

"I will." Grissom said.

"No, you won't. I can take care of myself."

"No; you will need someone to help you for a day or two while you rest. If you keep complaining, then I can and will keep you here overnight to make sure you stay off of that foot. Here is a prescription for you in case the pain gets to be too much." The doctor handed the slip to a scowling Sara. Grissom was trying his best to hide a smug expression and failing miserably at it.

"Thank you. Can I go home now?" She said, with obvious forced politeness.

"Let me get your discharge papers and then you can go home." The doctor left them alone and Grissom sat on the edge of her bed.

"Honey, are you really okay?"

"Yes, Gil, I will be fine. Have you seen Catherine yet?"

"No, but that was an interesting act you put on for the doctor." Sara smiled.

"Thank you. I think that was one of my finer performances." He smiled and gave her a quick kiss and returned to his standing position just as the doctor returned with her discharge papers.

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A/N: Ok, I know it's been a while since I've posted anything, but the rules haven't changed. I need you wonderful readers to hit that review button and tell me what you think and whether or not I should continue with this story. I do live p to my name and have put a few interesting twists in here.