Authors note:

I want to start this story out my saying that I don't work in the medical field so I am sure there will be mistakes made in that area. To those who do, please forgive them. As always I own nothing related to CSI, I just barrow it for the reading enjoyment of those who read my stories. Thank you all that do read and leave comments, they and you are appreciated.

Gil looked out his window at the young brunette sitting on the park bench reading. He couldn't help but think about Sara, he could almost picture her at that age, all alone, reading a book. His Sara. How he loved her.

"We're ready for you Dr. Grissom," the young orderly said.

Gil nodded his head. It was hard letting Sara go - but he knew it was for her own good.

SIX WEEKS AGO:

Sara had the kind of day that made you wish you were never born but all the way home she was smiling. Why you may ask? Today she was going to talk with her husband - today she could see him. It was not the same as him being home, but it came in a close second. Sara walked in the house and fired up her laptop, just as she was about to open the skype chat she noticed she had mail. Debating over what one to do first she opted to open her mail, one was from Gil.

Sara read it then reread it, she couldn't believe what she was reading.

Sara, I know this was not what you bargained for when we got married. I know you haven't been happy with the way things are now. The only solution I can come up with is to release you. Keep what you want of my stuff, sell the rest. Go see Johnny and get the paperwork started, what ever you feel is right is alright with me. Have Johnny send me the papers and I will sign them. Gil

Divorce! Sara couldn't believe her eyes. All she could think of was WHY? Sara called his cell - it went straight to voice mail. Quickly she hunted the number of Charles Miller, his partner, she called him.

"Charles, Do you know where Gil is?" she asked.

"He left here three days ago, told everyone he needed some personal time," he told her.

"Do you know when he will be back?" Sara questioned.

"He didn't say," came the reply.

"When you see him please tell him I need to speak to him," Sara said.

"Will do," Charles told her.

At just about the same time as Sara and Miller were talking two boys on their way home saw something down the embankment, it appeared to be wrapped around a tree. The older of the two went to check it out.

"Get help," he yelled to his brother, "It's a man."

Gil woke up in a hospital room, unable to move anything and in more pain then he thought possible. A nurse came to him.

"What happened?" he asked.

"We are not sure," the young lady told him, "What can you remember?"

Gil told her he remembered leaving camp and taking a walk. He was headed for the local village to catch a bus but he couldn't remember why or where he wanted to go; he also told her he remembered it starting to rain.

"I think I fell," he said.

"The doctor will be in shortly. Do you need something for the pain?", she asked.

Gil said he did, she put something in is IV and left.

A short time later the doctor gave him nothing but bad news, all Gil could remember him saying was something about a broke back, sever breaks to both his legs, the need for surgery and the likely hood he will never walk again. Then there was something said about flying him back to San Francisco in a special plane so he could receive the kind of treatment that was needed.

"Is there someone I should contact?" the doctor asked.

"No," Gil said.

A few days later Gil was admitted to a hospital that specialized in this type trauma. After a series of x rays, several cat scans and more people looking at and poking at his body then Gil felt necessary Dr. Davis sat at the side of his bed flipping through papers.

"Your back is not broken," Davis started, "There has been major bruising to the spine that has caused major swelling. You will need surgery to repair the damage to your legs and ankles."

Gil only had one question, "Will I ever walk again?"

"I wish I could say with 100% certainty YES, but I can't. Each case, each person is different. Let's get this surgery out of the way. After you heal from that we can put you in rehab and see what happens," was the answer the doctor gave him.

Gil asked for the use of a phone. He called Miller and told him what had happened.

"I need you to send an e mail to Sara for me," Gil said, "Send it form my computer so she will not question it."

Gil told him what to say. "Please don't tell her anything," Gil pleaded, "I can't ask her to give up her life to take care of me. I'll not tie her down," he said, tears in his eyes, "I would just as soon she be free."