Go cars, Go
Sara was immersed in a forensics magazine in the break room when she heard voices filtering in from the hall. Nick and Grissom were discussing a case when they entered. She momentarily looked up and locked eyes with him. He blushed slightly before continuing his conversation with Nick.
After assignments were handed out, Sara headed to the locker room to change into her coveralls. While the rest of the team was going out into the field she had a car to process from her previous case.
She had suspected the car was used to transport drugs but she had yet to find their hiding spot. She lay down on the dolly and slid under the car and began to slowly and meticulously dissect it.
She was working on a particularly stubborn bolt and her hand slipped, causing her to cut it. She cursed out loud and rolled herself out from under the car. It was a pretty deep gash and she was bleeding pretty good as she rushed over to the sink to wash out the wound and assess the damage.
She was just putting on a clean cloth to apply pressure to the wound when Grissom came in to check on her progress. He took one look at the floor and saw the trail of blood leading up to Sara, who was so occupied with her hand she hadn't noticed him enter.
He quickly walked up to her and grabbed her hand to give it a once over. She hissed with pain at his movement and he apologized before gently removing the cloth. The blood began to ooze out of the wound at once and he put the cloth back on.
"Sara this is deep, your going to need stitches" he commented while continuing to attempt to examine the wound.
"Yeah" she sighed. She hated hospitals and Grissom could tell she was trying to think up an excuse to get out of it.
He narrowed his eyes at her, "Sara, you are going to the hospital to get stitches, even if I have to drive you myself." She glared at him and he just shrugged his shoulders. Moments later the two of them were heading out of the garage and towards Grissom's office.
They stopped long enough to let Catherine know they were going to the hospital to get Sara stitched up and then to stop by his office to pick up his things.
At the hospital it took almost 2 hours to get Sara back to be seen. She was jumpy the entire time they were in the waiting room and when she was called back she refused to let go of Grissom's hand.
"Griss, I can't go back there alone. Please!" the desperation showed in her eyes and played in her voice and he had no other choice than to agree.
When they got into the back the nurse checked Sara's vitals and then placed her in a room, stating the doctor was busy and would be in as soon as he could. Since her condition was not life threatening she knew she was almost last on the docket.
Grissom tried to detach himself long enough to grab a chair but found Sara just would not let go of him, so he sat next to her on the bed. A huge bang and some commotion outside the room startled Sara and she squeezed his hand even tighter.
She must have squeezed both hands because blood began to drip off her other hand again. Grissom jumped off the bed and wrenched his hand out of hers. He moved over to the cabinet in the corner and rummaged around quickly for a clean cloth.
Locating them he grabbed a couple and went over to Sara. She was looking a bit pale "Sara honey, are you alright?" he asked just as she passed out on the bed, her hand continuing to drip blood on the floor.
She must have lost more blood than he originally thought, then immediately dispelled that. That was until he looked down on the floor. He grabbed her hand and applied pressure while pushing the call button attached to the wall.
Seconds later a nurse came in, "Get a doctor" Grissom yelled at her. She nodded her head and left to return a moment later with a doctor. The doctor took one look at the small pool of blood on the floor and the pressure bandage Grissom was trying to keep on Sara's hand and took action.
Sara was looking very pale and the doctor was questioning Grissom, this amount of blood loss from a gash on the hand was unheard of. Grissom couldn't answer half the doctor's questions, deciding he might get some answers from her purse he emptied it's contents into the chair and grabbed her wallet.
He quickly located a bright card in her wallet and yelled out to the doctor "she's taking Dalteparin" the doctor reacted immediately.
"Get an IV in her stat, get me a suture kit" he looked over at Grissom "do you know why she is on an anticoagulant drug?" Grissom looked down at the card, in Sara's handwriting he saw scrawled "for blood clots in legs" at the bottom of the page.
He relayed this information to the doctor and saw them elevate her legs. At the end of ten minutes Sara was hooked up to a heart monitor, a blood pressure cuff, and an IV that was injecting her with blood.
The doctor finished up sewing her hand and placed a sturdy bandage on it. Grissom sat in the chair next to her bed in a state of utter shock. The last twenty minutes proved to be more of a ride than any roller coaster he had ever taken.
It was an hour before Sara finally woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked into the ocean blue depths of his eyes. Realizing she was lying down she motioned to get up and he pressed her back down.
"Don't Sara" she opened her mouth to question why and noticed her legs were elevated and she had an IV in her arm providing her with blood. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry Griss, I should have told you."
She felt his hand in hers and opened her eyes. "Sara, I was so worried about you. You should have told me you were on this medicine, I never"
"would have allowed me to work as long as I was on it" she finished for him.
He gave a giant sigh "you might be right, but Sara, to take such a risk" he said with a sad look on his face.
"I'm putting you on leave for the duration you're on this medicine; I just can't take the risk that…"
Sara looked at him, anger present on her face. "Can't take what risk Grissom, that I might cause the lab some problems? That I might…"
"I can't risk losing you" he yelled above her tirade. She stopped speaking and stared at him for a moment in astonishment, did he just say…
"Sara, I can't lose you. Not now, not ever. You need to be monitored when you are on this stuff, didn't they tell you that when they put you on it?" he questioned her.
She nodded her head "I don't have any one" she said so softly he almost didn't hear her.
"You have me" he said almost as soft.
"Griss, I couldn't tell you. I felt so weak, like I wasn't able to take care of myself" She confessed.
He caressed her cheek "Sara, I could never think you weak. You are one of the strongest people I know." He flushed slightly at the admission and began looking around the room.
"Besides" he said looking back up and into her eyes, "I told you you have me, not you could tell me." She looked a little confused at first and then understanding crossed her face.