Still don't own CSI.
This was inspired by a friend of mine. His then-three-year-old son (ironically named Jackson!) was jumping on a trampoline and fell off, breaking his leg. He's okay now :), and I wondered what might happen with Greg if something like that happened to Jackson. So this is the story I came up with. Please read and review.
Greg loved spending time with Jackson at the playground. His son always had so much energy, and he was loving just running and playing. So Greg was sitting on a nearby bench, watching his son play with other kids on the playground.
They'd had lunch with Sara, and she joined them at the playground, sitting next to Greg as Jackson laughed and ran and played. "You think he'd want a nap after this?" Greg asked with a smile.
Sara laughed softly. "No, but I think his energy could power all of Vegas." Both friends shared a laugh.
Greg looked over at Jackson, who was climbing up on a jungle gym. He watched as Jackson climbed the tall structure. "Jacks, be careful!"
Jackson tried to reach for another bar on the jungle gym when he slipped and fell. Greg instantly began running as his son fell to the ground, with Sara following close behind.
Jackson hit the ground and began crying. Greg was beside him in an instant. "Jacks, you okay?"
"Daddy!" Jackson practically screamed. "Owie!" He cried as Greg and Sara looked over him.
"Sweetie, can you move your legs and arms okay?" Sara asked him. He moved his arms and right leg just fine, but his left leg wouldn't cooperate.
Jackson cried and cried. Greg had never felt more miserable and scared in his life. "I know. I know it hurts, Jacks." He tried to comfort the crying toddler.
One of the mothers at the playground with her child offered to call for help. Greg was thankful because, as much as he wanted to hold and comfort his son, if his leg was broken, he knew he shouldn't move it. Greg cradled Jackson in his arms and the little boy clung to him, sobbing.
Sara grabbed her cell phone and called Morgan. She also called Nick, asking him to drive Morgan to the hospital, since she'd be very upset.
The paramedics soon arrived. "What happened, little man?" A male medic asked Jackson. He wouldn't respond, just held on to Greg and cried. Greg wanted to cry, too. He hated seeing Jackson hurt and scared.
"He fell off the jungle gym," a little girl answered. "Is he gunna be okay?"
Sara smiled at the concerned child. "I think so. Thank you."
"They're going to check him out at the hospital," the girl's mother explained. "I hope he'll be okay."
Sara smiled at the concerned mother and daughter, while Greg's attention was solely focused on Jackson. The little boy hadn't stopped crying and wouldn't release his grip on Greg's shirt.
"What's his name?" The female paramedic asked. Greg kept holding his son and cradling him. Sara smiled sadly at her dear friend. "Jackson," she told the medics.
"Jackson, my name's Rebecca. I'm going to take a look at your leg, okay?"
"No!" Jackson cried, scared it might hurt more than it already did.
"It's okay," she replied. "I need to look to see if it's broken."
Greg tightened his hold around Jackson while the medics looked him over and prepared to take him to the hospital. If he could take all Jackson's pain away, he would have without hesitation.
"Daddy, owie!" Jackson cried.
"I know," Greg said as he held Jackson as close as he could. "I know it hurts, I'm sorry." He rubbed Jackson's back and kissed his forehead.
Within minutes, the medics were ready to take Jackson to the hospital. "You ready to ride in the ambulance, little man?" The male paramedic asked the little boy.
Even though Jackson's tears were beginning to subside, he was still scared and clung tightly to his daddy.
"It's okay, Jacks. I'm not leaving you," Greg reassured his son.
"You can ride with him," the male medic assured Greg. Even if he hadn't told him he could ride in the ambulance, there was no way Greg was leaving his son.
"We're going to Desert Palm," Rebecca told them. Sara nodded, and called Nick to tell him which hospital.
"You're going to be okay, sweetie," Sara said to Jackson before they got him into the ambulance. Jackson managed a small smile. "I love you."
"Love you," Jackson said as he was starting to quiet down.
Sara looked at Greg. "I called Nick and told him to bring Morgan to the ER."
Greg sighed in relief and kissed Jackson's forehead. "Thank you." He cradled Jackson in his arms. "You're going to be okay, Jacks," he told the little boy who held tightly to him.
The ambulance left and Sara turned to the little girl and her mother who had answered the paramedics. "Are you okay?" she asked the little girl who watched the ambulance drive away.
She nodded. "Is he gunna be okay?"
Sara smiled as the girl's mother wrapped her arms around her. "I think he will. They just want to be sure his leg's okay," Sara explained, still shaken up herself. "It'll heal, though."
The little girl's mother smiled. "That poor little boy. We see him every once in a while here...he's a sweet little boy."
"He likes bugs," the little girl said.
Sara smiled. "Yeah, he does." Looking at the girl's mother, she said, "Would you mind if I gave you his number? If you want you can check on him, Mrs..."
"Walker, Leslie Walker." She took a small notepad Sara handed her and wrote down her number. "This is my daughter, Kara."
"Hi, Kara. I'm Sara." Kara smiled up at Sara. Sara handed Leslie her business card and smiled. "I'm going to meet them at the hospital, but would it be okay to call you?"
"Yes, please." Leslie agreed.
"I hope he'll be okay," Kara said.
Sara and Leslie both smiled at her. "I think so," Sara told her. "I've got to go meet them at the hospital, but you can call later."
"Thank you," Leslie said. She and Kara said goodbye and Sara got to her car to go to the hospital.
TBC...