Title: Alive Again

Summary: Sara and Warrick become closer after he saves her life.

A/N: I am personally a G/S shipper however that has been done by people are who are surely better writers than myself. This will be a Warrick/Sara romance with some G/S angst. I will be updating often. Sentences in in single quotation marks indicate private thoughts. Please R/R. This is my first fic and I could use some encouragement. :)

Spoilers: The usual.

Rating: PG13 for language and some adult situations.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. If I did I wouldn't be living in this shoddy little apartment dreaming about winning the lottery. :)

Chapter One:

Sara walked into the break room and immediately noticed the shocked expressions of her co-workers.

"What?"

Nick grinned. "Ok people where is Greg? I think I have this time frame picked."

Sara frowned. "Time frame?"

Catherine smirked and answered, "They were betting on when, or if you would ever be late."

Sara rolled her eyes and went to pour a cup of coffee. "Geez I was only two minutes late!"

"It counts," teased Nick with another grin in her direction.

"How much money was this bet for?"

Warrick snorted. "Ten bucks to get in."

"Oh and I bet you were the first to jump at this opportunity right Warrick?" Sara quipped.

Warrick answered her with a piercing glare but said nothing.

"Enough people! Time to get to work," Grissom barked. "Ok we have multiple DBs. Catherine and Nick you are with me. Sara and Warrick you two have a domestic dispute. When you finish up there you can join us." He handed the file to Warrick. "Lets get moving."

Catherine pursued Grissom out of the break room followed by Nick. "That was smart," she whispered to her boss.

Grissom looked perplexed when he glanced at her. "What are you talking about Catherine?"

Catherine sighed. "Sara. Domestic dispute."

"Oh. She can deal with it," he said with a slight shrug.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever lets get going."

Nick followed behind them silently agreeing with Catherine. Grissom never seemed to make good choices when it came to Sara.

*****

"I'm driving."

Warrick snorted. "I don't think so Sara. I've seen you drive. I want to make it there in one piece."

"Fine," she said and tossed him the keys.

They sat quietly for a few minutes until the silence became uncomfortable.

"Look Warrick, we are passing the strip. Want to stop and make a quick bet on whether we get to the scene in a designated amount of time?"

"Sara do you get off on being such a bitch?" Warrick asked without looking at her.

"Whoa! Where did that come from? I was kidding with you." Sara exclaimed.

"You just don't let up Sara. You toss gambling jibes my way every chance you get. You won't ever let me live it down will you?"

"Warrick," she whispered quietly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."

"You never do Sara. Lets drop it." He sighed. "Ok tell me about the case. Not sure why Griss thought he had to send two of us on something like this."

Sara pursed her lips and studied the folder. "Hmmm looks like the husband roughed up his wife and kids a bit. A few shots were fired by him but nobody was hit." She hesitated. "Oh wait. His son is in the hospital in a coma after being seriously beaten two months ago. Looks like he ran off then and showed back up earlier tonight. Thats all I've got."

"You gonna be ok doing this one?" He glanced over at her.

"What is this Warrick?" She snapped. "One minute I'm a bitch and the next your concerned about my ability to perform on a case?"

"Sara I didn't mean it like that. You just can be," he hesitated, "sensitive on cases like these."

"Don't worry about me Warrick. I can act professional when I put my mind to it. By the way I didn't mean it like that either," she muttered.

Warrick rolled his eyes and chided himself for ever opening his mouth. Sara had a talent for being difficult. He knew he shouldn't have called her a bitch but sometimes she just got under his skin. He often wondered if she searched for ammunition to use against people. He silently breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted their destination and pulled into the driveway. He saw a single police car parked out front and an officer standing on the porch of the house.

"Come on lets get this over with so we can join the others." He said.

"Agreed."

Warrick walked up to the police officer and read his name tag before addressing him. "Heya Officer Gimly. You are first on the scene?"

The young police officer snorted. "I am the only one of the scene. Apparently there is a pretty nasty multiple DB downtown. I am it tonight for this one. No worries though I secured the premises. The perp was long gone by the time I got here. Wife and kids are inside. Pretty shaken up too," he added.

Both CSI's nodded to him and walked to the front door. Warrick rang the doorbell twice and waited patiently. After about a minute the front door cracked open but was held by the door chain. An adult pair of female eyes peered at them expectantly.

Warrick smiled warmly. "Hi I am Warrick Brown and this is Sara Sidle we are with the crime lab."

"Oh!" The woman announced as she unchained the door and welcomed them inside. "I'm sorry since George attacked Billy earlier this month and then ran off I've been wary." Both Sara and Warrick noticed that she quickly shut the door again and re-applied the chain.

"Mrs. Mortesen we understand that your husband attacked your family tonight?" Sara asked sympathetically. Sara couldn't help but feel anger surging through her as she looked at the woman. Mrs. Mortesen looked like she had been used as a punching bag by a professional boxer.

"Please call me Maggie. Can I get either of you anything? I have tea or sodas?" The woman appeared to be very nervous and kept looking behind herself as if she expected someone to pop out of nowhere and grab her.

They both politely declined her offer and waited for her to tell them what happened.

Maggie led them to the living room and motioned for them to sit down. Sara watched the other woman as she gingerly sat in a chair opposite of them. It was obvious she was in a great deal of pain.

"Maggie do you need to go to the hospital. It looks like you need to see a doctor."

Maggie smiled sadly. "No I am just a little bit bruised. Don't worry about it. I have to take care of the kids. Right now they are upstairs watching t.v."

Sara nodded. "Ok why don't you tell us what happened."

Warrick noticed that the woman appeared very uncomfortable. 'Maybe she would rather speak to a woman.' He stood up. "Sara I am going to take a look around."

Looking around the house he noticed that this family was decently well off. He saw no forced signs of entry at the front door so wandered to the back of the house. He saw a locked door at the back as well. No forced signs of entry. 'How did this guy get inside? Did she invite him in? That doesn't make sense.'

Finally he made his way upstairs. After checking each of the rooms he found two kids who stared at him with no small amount of fear. Warrick nodded to them. "Warrick Brown, Las Vegas crime lab."

Warrick was about to ask them a question when he heard a faint crash downstairs. He felt his pulse start to race and instinctively knew that something was wrong. Turning quickly on the balls of his feet he rushed out of the room and leapt down the stairs in two jumps.

Without hesitation Warrick rushed into the living room and saw a man pointing a gun at Sara. Looking up in shock the man saw Warrick bustling towards him.

Warrick felt the first shot slam into his vest. The second shot hit him in the arm causing him to spin around and raise his arms to keep his balance. The third shot hit him in the side through the weak part of the vest and Warrick felt himself falling slowly. He couldn't seem to direct the motion of his collapse. The last thing he saw before his head cracked against the coffee table was Sara swinging her weapon towards the perp.

Suddenly everything went black.

To be continued...