Chapter 2 is up! Enjoy!!!
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During Nick's turn, he was staring at the wall and Sara came too.
"Hey, Nicky, what's up?" Sara managed, and Nick jumped.
"Sara! How're you feeling?" He said, going into big-brother mode, like he and Warrick usually did with Sara. He quickly moved to her side and took her hand.
"Fine, just recuperating from emergency surgery. How's Brass?"
"He's going to be fine, just needs some shots and he had to stay over night, which he's complaining about."
"Yeah, I just bet. If I thought that I could get out of here tomorrow, I'd be fighting tooth and nail to get out." Nick laughed and then Warrick came in and said,
"My turn, Sara!" He leaped to her other side and took her other hand. He too went into big-brother mode and said,
"How're you feeling?"
"Not bad, not bad." They talked for a minute, and then Nick got up to go get Cath and Grissom. They came back and Cath and Grissom sat on her sides, replacing Nick and Warrick. They talked for a minute, and then Brass was wheeled into the room in a wheelchair. Sara pouted and said,
"That's no fair; I want to get out of bed!"
"Trust me, you don't want this wheelchair, it's demoting my reputation as a bad cop!" They all laughed, and Brass said,
"Seriously though, how're you doing?"
"You know, you're the, oh let's see, the 5th person to ask me that, not counting all the doctors and nurses,"
"Well, I take it that that means you're feeling better."
"Yeah, you?"
"Not bad, I just want out of this dang death trap."
"I know the feeling, believe me."
They all chatted until Brass was wheeled out and Sara fell asleep, a victim of the pain drugs. She was able to go back to work in a few weeks, and Grissom refused to let her in the field for another two weeks.
Then, she and Grissom were invited to go to a CSI techniques convention in Northern New York. Sara was disappointed that the convention wouldn't be near New York City, so she couldn't visit Liv.
(A/N: Liv is Olivia Benson from Law & Order: SVU. You'll find out why I put her in here later)
They went, and landed without any problems. They drove to the hotel in snowy weather, and then went to their respective rooms and read for a couple hours, before Sara convinced Grissom to go on a walk with her in the snow. They were walking around, and then they saw a burning body. They raced to save the crime scene, and a Canadian CSI helped them. For the next few days, they worked to find out who had done it.
Then, Sara and the Canadian, Mal, went out to the middle of the frozen lake to recover some evidence. Grissom looked for them and saw Sara go down through the ice. He raced towards them, carrying the rifle they used to guard the body against predators. Mal had a gun and fired at Grissom. He fired back and hit Mal in the leg. Mal dropped his gun, and Grissom looked around frantically to find Sara. She was trapped under the ice, so Grissom broke the ice by shooting it. He pulled Sara up and she looked at him,
"He, he didn't shoot me." She said, and then her head rolled back as she fainted. Grissom yelled for help, and a few people came across the ice. Grissom carried Sara to the motel while the others tied up Mal and brought him to the motel.
It started snowing really hard, so the ambulance couldn't get there until the next day. Grissom laid Sara down in her room, and checked her temperature. It was 104, so he put an ice pack on her forehead. Then, she started shaking, so he covered her up. He sat by her reapplying the ice until Herm, the manager of the motel came up and brought his wife, who was a part-time nurse. She looked gravely at Grissom and said,
"If she doesn't see a doctor soon, she won't survive. She's got a really bad case of the flu, I think." Grissom said,
"Then, what, what can I do?"
"Keep reapplying that ice, keep her covered up and pray, that's about all that can save her now." Herm and his wife left, and Grissom kept his vigilance over Sara all night. He kept staring at her and praying, and then checked her pulse at dawn. She barely had a pulse, so he said,
"Sara, please, fight it, please, you have to fight it! C'mon, please! I, I can't, can't lose you, Sara, fight!"
A tear trickled down his cheek and he didn't bother to wipe it away. A few hours later, Grissom almost had fallen asleep. Then, Sara's head moved and her eyelids flickered. It took her about an hour, but finally she opened her eyes all the way. She reached over and wiped Grissom's tear away, and he jumped.
"Sara! Oh my god, you're okay! You're going to be okay, Sara!"
She nodded weakly and attempted to smile. Then, the paramedics burst in and carried Sara out. Grissom rode with them, and the next day he was allowed to see Sara. He sat by her and took her hand. She smiled at him and said,
"Thanks, Gris. You saved my life, again." He shrugged, and then they just fell into a companionable, comfortable silence.
The next day Sara was released, and the two flew home. Warrick, Nick, Cath and Brass had seen the news and were anxiously awaiting the pair when they got back. Grissom came out, and Sara followed. She walked toward the group waiting for them and waved. Nick and Warrick took that as permission and ran toward her, and hugged her. Cath followed and hugged her too, and then Brass did too. They took her to her apartment, and they stayed there really late, playing truth or dare and charades. Then, they all got drunk and they all passed out in the living room.
Sara woke up first and was shocked to see that she was sitting on her huge chair next to Grissom, and they were sitting very close. She looked around to see that Warrick fell asleep on the couch sitting up and Cath next to him, his arm over her shoulders and her head nestled in the crook of his arm. She saw Nick in her small chair, and Brass was slumped on the kitchen chair they had dragged in the room.
She suddenly remembered what had happened, and started laughing. Grissom woke up and realized what had happened. He started laughing, and soon everyone had woken up and started laughing. When they calmed down, Sara and Cath cooked breakfast for them all and then they all left, except Grissom who was taking a shower, as someone had spilled beer on his shirt, and therefore he reeked of beer. When he got out, his clothes were washed for him. He walked out to see Sara curled up on the big, comfy chair with the TV on. He perched on the edge of the chair and said,
"Hey, you okay? You probably shouldn't have gotten drunk, you know."
"I know, I didn't. I only had one drink, and then I pretended I was drinking."
"Ah, well, I had better go, I need to feed my bugs."
"Ah, the entomologist's greatest task of the day, huh?"
"Uh, yeah, see you tonight."
"See you."
He slipped out and Sara continued watching TV.
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If you squinted, there was a hint of GSR, which is a hint of what is to come! Also there was a hint of YoBling, yet another hint of what is to come! Thanks for reading, y'all rock and adios for now!!!
