Separation Anxiety

Drama/ Friendship. Rated T. Sara/ the rest of the team led by D.B. Russell. GSR.

Reviews are most welcome.

This is an entry into the CSI Forever Online FF Challenge "Fix GSR" for June-Sept 2014. If you are not a member of CSIFO, go join! And submit your entry soon. Links are on my Profile. Here are the Rules for this Challenge:

The story must resolve the present relationship between Grissom & Sara in a HAPPY WAY.

The story:
- Needs GSR to be restored in a credible fashion
- Needs to be strictly canon (what's aired since Forget Me Not)
- Cannot be AU (dream sequences, time displacement, etc.)
- Should include regular elements of a crime mystery that is solved in this piece
-Think of it as a CSI episode.

Characters
- Grissom cannot physically appear in this story or exchange dialogue with anyone. He may appear in letter form (email, text, handwritten letter.) We have to assume Billy Petersen is not coming back.
-Grissom may appear in past (3rd person) conversations and interactions ONLY.
- Any regular character may be used (except Warrick or any character that has died.)
- New characters may be used

Style
- It may be written as a normal story
- It may be written as a television screenplay (teleplay) if you really want a challenge!

Separation Anxiety. Chapter One

(Teaser Scene)

Greg Sanders cruised along in his black SUV along a main street in Las Vegas, frequently glancing and smiling at his passenger, Morgan Brody. Morgan pursed her lips and blushed, very aware of the attention from the driver, but doing her best to avoid looking back at him. It was early evening and traffic was light. The sidewalks were mostly empty but for some very boisterous revelers and tourists. The street had boutiques, gift shops, small restaurants and bars, and a bank on the corner. A young woman pushed a stroller to their left.

"What!" Morgan shouted, pretending to be annoyed.

Greg answered shyly, "I…uh…I had a nice time today."

Morgan softened. "I did too."

"Just the two of us."

Morgan smiled at him and nodded.

"So, um, did you enjoy your dinner?"

"Yeah…it was…"

Their attention was drawn to a commotion at the bank on their left, just ahead. A loud ringing alarm sounded and the doors burst open. A white guy with stringy blonde hair, sweat-stained T-shirt, in dirty jeans and white sneakers dashed out, immediately tripping over the stroller and knocking the baby's head to the sidewalk. The baby's mother screamed and flung herself to its side.

Greg hit the brakes and the SUV screeched to a stop, blocking traffic. The fleeing man crossed the street and ran away from them, dodging around pedestrians. As they took in the situation, Morgan made a decision.

Morgan (urgently): "Let me out! You follow him!" She grabbed at the door handle and jumped out.

Greg shouted: "Okay! Be careful!"

Morgan: "You too!" The car door slammed. As Morgan dashed around the front of the vehicle, Greg could hear her muffled yell, "Don't be a hero!"

Morgan knelt beside the young mother and quickly tried to assess the baby's condition. She felt around the skull and her fingers encountered blood. She pulled out her cell phone and hit #1 speed dial.

"Control Control," she said urgently, "this is CSI-7 Brody, I need medical assistance and backup my location."

A deliberately calm female voice answered. "Go ahead CSI Brody. What's your twenty?"

"I'm at the Citibank on…East Charleston Avenue…" Morgan looked around, "and 11th Street. There was a robbery in progress at the bank, and the suspect knocked over a baby carriage during his escape. The baby sustained a head injury. CSI Sanders is in pursuit of the suspect."

"Roger, Brody, paramedics ETA 2 minutes and police backup is just behind them."

Morgan tried to soothe the hysterical mother, and put an arm around her. From a kneeling position, she looked up at the anxious crowd. "Is anyone else hurt? Inside the bank?"

A bank employee in a suit coat and pale khakis ran an anxious hand through her hair and shook her head. "No, no, he…he was too nervous to even take any money. He just ran away!"

"Did he have a gun?"

"He said he did, but…" she shrugged.

(Cut To)

Greg didn't spare another glance at the small crowd on the sidewalk, instead gunning the engine and engaging his 4-way flashers. The fleeing robber was still visible in the distance, a distance Greg quickly closed. His quarry looked back and saw the pursuit, so he made an abrupt right turn, then another turn up an alley. There he tumbled over some trash cans, fought to stay on his feet and ran on, huffing and puffing and with sweat running down his face. At the next corner, a main road with heavy traffic, he looked behind and saw no one following. The robber jumped behind the wheel of a rusty blue Chevy Cavalier parked on his right. He dug into his pockets for the keys, but dropped them. As the bank robber leaned forward, and scrabbled for them under the seat, Greg's SUV sped by. He smirked.

(Cue music and roll opening credits)

To be continued…