I actually thought of this awhile back and decided to go for it. It takes place in Season 11. Grissom is back permanently and teaching like he did in Paris. Sara is still working at the lab regardless of what Grissom thinks. He might have been right…GSR all the way! I have the first few chapters planned but I need to know what you guys think! Review if you want more! I've only written a monologue type fic so this is my first that involves dialogue. Sorry any mistakes are mine (including the criminology lingo)! I'd love to own CSI but I don't :( I'd like to thank Sidle77 for all her help! :)
The Reality of It All
Chapter 1: The Unexpected
Cell phone rings.
"I have to go to work." Sara whispered into Grissom's ear. They had just gotten settled into bed after a long day of talking.
"No you don't. It's your day off and I'd rather you stay in bed with me." Grissom pleaded while placing kisses up and down her neck.
"I wish but I have to. Catherine said it's a 419 and Nick needs help. Trust me, I'd rather stay here and snuggle with you." Sara wrapped her arms around Grissom and flashed her brown apologetic eyes into his beautiful baby blues.
"As long as it's quick…and you're careful." Grissom stared back at her, the tone of his voice serious.
"Yes it will be and don't worry I'll be fine. I always am."
"I know it's just…I love you too much." Sara stood up and planted one last kiss on Grissom's lips.
"I love you. I'll call you when I'm finished and on my way."
"Ok I'll be waiting. I love you."
Sara got dressed and gathered her things for work. As she opened the door she looked back at her husband. He smiled and she smiled back. She couldn't help but think he was right. He made the decision to leave the Crime Lab because she was more important to him. But now with her working there she was making it seem like he was second priority. This was the farthest from true!
While putting the keys in the ignition Sara couldn't shake the feeling in the pit of her stomach. Grissom was right, she had to be careful. Ever since she came back to Vegas it was like the crime rate had sky rocketed. More and more danger was lurking around every corner she turned. She didn't want to worry him so she agreed. She'd be cautious and well aware of her surroundings. She couldn't put her life in jeopardy.
When Sara arrived at the scene Nick was already there. There were two officers standing by their car so the scene must've been cleared. It looked to be an abandoned warehouse that was just outside of the city. Some windows were shattered making it seem a shooting had taken place. There was one DB lying face down on the ground.
Sara walked up to Nick who was taking pictures of the body.
"Hey Nick, Cath called and said you needed some assistance."
"Hey there Sar! Yes it appears there was some sort of shooting. This guy has three shots to the back, all through and through, which means he was shot at close range. I found two sets of footprints so I assume one belongs to the vic and the other to the shooter." Nick finished as Sara contemplated some run-throughs.
"Maybe it was a deal gone wrong. Our vic here didn't have what the shooter wanted so there was no second thought. The vic tried to run away but the shooter pulled out his gun and fired."
"True. Or maybe our vic did have what the shooter wanted but wasn't willing to give it up. For whatever reason got scared and chickened out. This angered the shooter because he wanted what he rightfully deserved. He figured he'd kill the guy and still get his stuff."
"Ok so you got the body covered. I'll document the footprints and surrounding area." Sara figured and started eying the ground.
"Ok sounds good." Nick continued processing the body.
"Where's Dave?" Sara asked. She knew Nick had to be here at least an hour so that had her wondering.
"He called and said he was back logged. Everyone's out on a case so I'm guessing he won't be here for a little bit. He said he'd try to get here ASAP."
"Gotcha." So that's why Catherine called Sara in. Everyone else was out in the field. Poor Dave…What is she talking about? Super Dave has things under control, he always does. This made Sara smile.
15 or so minutes went by and still no Dave.
"It looks like a .45 caliber, but I can't be too sure until Dave gets here." Nick observed which got Sara to turn around in his direction. She wandered over, camera still in hand.
"I found a third set of prints. We might have ourselves a witness or bystander. They go off in a different direction from the shooter's footprints." Things were starting to look fishy.
"Let's say our third man was partners with the shooter. When the deal fell through he couldn't handle the pressure and ran off."
"But why run off? Your partner just shot the guy that has your drugs or whatever. No doubt he'd make a deal with you, split the money or something. Especially to keep you quiet about murdering your dealer."
"We'll never know if the vic even has the drugs or signs that there were any. This is frustrating; we have plenty of theories but nothing solid because "We can't touch the body until the coroner gets here".Blah, blah, blah." It must've been a long shift for Nick because he's always so professional. He must've been reading Sara's mind.
"I'm sorry Sara. It's been a long day for me and things just aren't getting any easier. First I felt bad because Catherine called you in on your day off to help me with something, no offense, that I could've handled on my own, but now I'm whining like a little girl because Dave's a little late. How are you?"
Sara couldn't help but smile, "It's ok Nick I figured just as much. I don't mind being here. Yes I'd like to be home with Gil but we had a lot of time together yesterday. We talked most of the day and were just cozying in bed. I was glad to come, whether you needed help or not because I rarely get to work cases with you anymore. You're my best friend and I'll do anything to spend time with you." After her speech Nick stood up to give his best friend a hug. As Sara did the same a flush of lightheadedness overcame her. She put her hand up to her head and as her knees gave way Nick caught her.
"Whoa there Sara I got you! Lean on me." Nick cradled Sara as she leaned into him. She took a few deep breaths to refocus herself. After a few seconds Nick helped her sit on the ground.
"Thanks Nicky." Was all Sara could say. Her head was spinning and all she could focus on was breathing.
"No problem. Are you alright darlin'?" He asked as she looked up and shook her head.
"I'm alright just a little lightheaded. I didn't eat anything before I left so that's probably why."
"That's not good! You should be eating before shift. I'm surprised Griss didn't reprimand you!" Nick chuckled and Sara let out a grin.
"He was sleeping. It's alright Nick I'm better now. I just had to sit down for a sec." Nick handed her water and they stayed there for a couple of minutes. He got up and said he'd finish processing the perimeter while she regained her balance. He asked if she was alright again and she assured him she was peachy.
Five minutes passed and Sara finally felt like herself so she stood up. She decided to help Nicky since he'd done so much already. As she was collecting her supplies she heard some rustling behind her. It sounded like something scraping against the metal side of the warehouse. She turned her head and noticed something moving. It was a big shadow creeping toward her direction. Her heart sank. She grabbed her gun but was too late to pull it out. Before she knew it the guy zeroed in and fired. She felt two bullets hit her square in the chest. The force was incredible. It knocked her off her feet and sent her flying on her back. She hit the ground with a thud. All she could hear were the muffled screams of Nick. She heard him draw his gun.
"Suspect! Follow the suspect! Sara's been shot!" She heard car doors slam and saw the officers sprint after the guy. Nick screamed her name and fell to her side.
"Sara! Oh my God Sara! I'm right her darlin'!" The shock on his face gave her goose bumps. His eyes darted from her face to her body. He grabbed the hand that was covering her stomach and squeezed it tightly. Blood continued to pour out of her wounds and drip onto their hands. Her breathing was starting to get tight and shallow. With his other hand he pulled out his radio.
"Stay with me Sara! Look at me! Ah this is Nick Stokes. Code three! I need an ambulance at my location. Sara Sidle Grissom has been shot. I repeat we need an ambulance Sara Sidle Grissom has been shot!" Sara felt herself getting lightheaded again but she had to tell him. She took in a heavy breath and spoke.
"Nick h-help m-mee!"
"Darlin' help is on the way! Try not to speak. I'm here for you!" He caressed the strand of curly brown hair away from her eyes so he could look at her.
"I-I'm pregnant!" The last thing she remembered was the expression on Nick's face and then total darkness.
What do you think? I'd love to hear your thoughts on anything! Good/bad I need to know if I should continue with this story. Thanks! –Kait
