Hi everyone! Ok so here's my new story,I know this chap is short but the others'll be longer,I promise! Ummm. ObviouslyI don't own CSI,I highly doubt id be wasting time writing fanfics rather than making this stuff happen ifI did! R&R, Critisism isfantastic but no flames please. Thanks! Oh, andI apologise in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes!
She was bending down, with her back to him, and he couldn't stop himself from looking at her ass. It was perfectly shaped and rounded, a work of art really. He shook himself and went back to the evidence collection, smirking. It was the last time he would smile in a very long time. "Will you be okay here for twenty minutes? I'm just gonna go give this blood sample from the knife to Greg. Priority One."
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
He paused hesitantly in the door, remembering back to Holly Gribbs… but that was a long time ago. 'Stop worrying Gil, she'll be fine.' "Okay then, I'll be right back." He paused again in the door.
"Grissom, go already!"
He walked out of the crime scene and down the two flights of stairs to the bottom of the apartment building, leaving Sara to finish the evidence collection. He got into the Tahoe and drove back to the lab, humming as he went.
Twenty minutes later, Grissom screeched the car to a stop, jumped out, and ran towards a grave looking Brass. "What happened?" he demanded.
"Gil…" Brass began hesitantly…
The growing weight of dread in Grissom's stomach was too much to ignore, as it grew from a stone to the size of a brick. "Jim… where's Sara?" he asked, interrupting the other man in mid sentence.
"Gil…the neighbour called 911. She said she heard breaking glass and so she ran outside and found…"
Grissom looked up to see what was left of the 10 metre high window of the room… the room Sara had been in. "Jim…where is she?" he asked again. Slowly, Brass pointed to the ambulance. Without another thought, Grissom ran to straight to the ambulance doors, but there, he stopped. He was afraid. He knew that whatever he was about to see, it wouldn't be good. He took a deep breath and looked inside, then immediately regretted it. Lying on the stretcher was someone who could have been Sara, but he couldn't be sure. There was blood everywhere. It didn't look like she was conscious. From the position of her left leg he knew it must have been broken, and there was a deep, long gash that ran all the way down her left arm. There were scratches and bruises all over the right side of her body and face, and there were… 'shit!' Oh my god what happened to her' He started to tremble. There were hand prints showing up as bruises on either side of her neck. She was gasping for air, and her whole body was trembling. He couldn't tear his eyes away. The he noticed the other people. There were people everywhere, surrounding her. They were all busy and looking extremely grave. They were cleaning the cuts on her body; two was placing her leg in a temporary splint, one was taking her blood pressure, another was studying one of the machines they had hooked up to her, searching for even the smallest blemish that showed a problem. He thought it was the one that measured heartbeat, but his vision was now so blurred that he couldn't be sure. He knew this was his fault, he shouldn't have left her, but before he could do anything, a pair of hands clapped down on his shoulders and steered him away to a bench. They sat down and Catherine hugged him. He slumped onto her shoulder and for the first time in forty years, Gil Grissom cried.
A/N - I know that it's not realistic to have Grissom leaving the scene to deliver a single piece of evidence, but it was the best way to have him gone for a significant amount of time, so ifI irritated anyone, i'm sorry!