Innocent Until Proven Guilty

Chapter 2- I'm a Believer

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Awaking for the second time in the hospital room she found Catherine again sitting in the chair she was in earlier. "Catherine?" She spoke softly, her voice not as raw as earlier.

"Sara, I'm sorry for upsetting you." She got no reply. Sara looked down at her hands so she wouldn't have to face the person who betrayed Gil.

"Where's my ring?" She asked under her breath.

"What?"

"Where's my ring? I was wearing it earlier."

"What ring?"

"My engagement ring. Please tell me it wasn't taken." Catherine sat in shock with the fact they weren't only together but engaged. "Catherine, will you check my stuff for it?"

"Sure, um…I'll go to the lab and check for it." She stood and quickly walked out of the room.

Not to much later, Greg entered the room. "Hey." He said plainly and took the seat that Catherine evacuated.

"Hey." He made no move to touch her. All he did was stare from his spot in the chair. "Is there something on my face?" she asked even though she knew there was nothing wrong with her face.

"It's just strange to see you like this, considering…you know." Greg watched his hands and twiddled his thumbs.

"Greg, does everyone think that Gil…" she didn't feel the need to finish her sentence.

"Everyone but me." He looked up at her.

"Why don't you agree with them?"

"I know he couldn't do this, especially to you. I know how he feels about you, and how you feel about him."

"If you didn't know about our relationship before-hand, would you still think he is innocent?"

"Yes," he stood and walked over to the window next to the bed. "Sara, I feel there is something missing in the case." He sighed leaving a mark on the window. He watched with admiration as the mark on the window slowly dissipates.

"Catherine told me the evidence against Gil is strong."

He turns to her and with more power than he thought he had, he spoke to Sara, "Did you know that they threw out some evidence because it could be just circumstantial?" His hands balled up into fists and he dropped them to his sides. "There was a blood smear that was tested positive for his blood. It stops of in the middle of the room and they say there is nothing suspicious about it. They said it could have gotten there by you fighting back or he could have stubbed his toe earlier in the day." He threw his hands up into the air by his head. "Stubbed his toe!" he yelled. "They're his team, they should know he could never do this, and prove it in court that he never did this. Yet they disregard it saying he stubbed his toe."

"Greg," she tried to calm him down but could barley speak as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Can you believe that?" he continued his rant. "He would never lay a hand on any woman, let alone the one he loves." He sat down at the foot of the bed and his own tears came. "They should never have thought that he could do this." He sobbed.

"Greg, come here." She sat up fully and pulled Greg into a hug. He rested his head on her shoulder and she rested her head on his shoulder. They sat there crying in each other's arms.

After five minutes of non-stop crying, Sara pulled away and wiped away the stray tears on Greg's cheeks. "I'm sorry, Sara."

"Don't be, Greg. You are the only one who believes me and believes in Gil. You have nothing to be sorry about."

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Grissom sits in the corner of a dark room with his back up against a cement wall. His legs stretched out in front of him and his arms lay lifeless at his sides. Five empty water bottles lay next to him and five granola bar wrappers next to them. That is all he has had since he entered this prison. The only noise heard are those of his breathing and the rattling of empty wrappers and bottles being kicked around by Gil on accident. His hand comes up to try and brush the sleep from his eyes. He physically shakes himself but can no longer fight the urge to sleep. He hasn't slept in over three days and his body is tired from poor nutrition.

The memories from the night he was taken have taken over his mind. He can't think straight. Hearing Sara's horrified screams are enough to haunt his mind, but he also thinks of the way she looked so helpless lying in front of him, tears in her eyes. Her calling his name for help but he couldn't find the strength to save her. Her face mocked him in his dreams, how scared she looked, how she begged him with her eyes to help her yet he wasn't man enough to get up and save her.

He kicked an empty bottle that rolled to his feet and let out a sob he had been holding in. He didn't know where Sara was or if she was even alive. He threw his head back against the wall, like he did so many times before, as he thought about her lifeless body lying in the middle of their living room, blood pouring from her face as it was the last time he saw her.

Hot tears pooled over his eyes like they did every day since he became trapped down there. He dropped his head and cried; too exhausted to hold himself, his body lay limp. "Sara," he sobbed against the cold air.

For the sixth time he heard foot steps above him, the first from when he was left down there and the others from when he was brought food. Light flooded the room and the door flew open. Gil tore his eyes away from its source and shut his eyes. The man walked down the long stair case and stopped at the bottom. He shook his head and walked over to Gil. "Stop blubbering!" He kicked Gil in the gut and he collapsed over in pain holding his stomach. "You're such a wimp. You couldn't get up to save Sara, and you can't get up now."

"Shut up." Gil choked out.

"What was that?" He crouched down before Gil.

"I said, shut up." Gil lunged at him but he moved to quickly for Gil's sluggish form.

He took out a gun from the back of his waist band. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He connected the butt of his gun with Gil's jaw. He dropped a water bottle and a granola bar onto the ground. "Next time you try something like that, you will starve. And we don't want that, that will ruin my plans." He walked over to stairs and looked back at Gil lying on the ground, face covered in dirt. "What a waste." He turned back and walked back up the stairs. He slammed the door shut behind him and turned the lights off.

Gil was once again cascaded into darkness. Gil lay on the ground a beaten man. He stared at the food and water. He was thirsty and starving but threw that thought to the back of his head and closed his eyes. His need for sleep overcoming his need for food or water.

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Catherine walked into the room holding a little bag. Greg and Sara turned to face Catherine from their positions on the bed. "I think this is it." She tossed the bag on the bed between Sara and Greg.

Sara opened the bag and tears came to her eyes once again as she pulled the ring out of the bag. She slipped it onto her finger and tried to hold her tears back.

Catherine walked out of the room and leaned against the door, "How could he do this to her?" She spoke to herself and walked away down the hall. She wanted to get back to the lab and make sure Gil Grissom was put behind bars for what he did.

Back in the hospital room Greg held Sara's hand to look at the ring. "When did he propose?"

"Two-well I guess four weeks ago now." She was quick to correct herself. Her tears spilled down her cheeks. "Gil and I were going to have you over for dinner and ask for help spilling the beans to everyone but then this happened and I guess everyone knows now."

"Ya, I'm sorry." He pulled her into a hug. "I promise I will prove Gil didn't do this." She nodded into his neck.

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Catherine entered the lab and got some coffee before heading into the layout room. "Hey, Cath." Warrick sighed and stretched his neck. Nick looked over and greeted her too.

"Hey," She stepped between them.

"How's Sara?" Nick asked.

"I feel bad for her, she thinks Gil's innocent." She sighed. "I guess I would believe that too if I were her. I just found out that they were engaged."

"Man," Nick sighed.

"I brought Sara her ring since she was asking for it. You two should see the size of the diamond. It's huge and incrusted in a white gold band. It's gorgeous."

"Catherine, what's wrong?" Warrick asked.

"I don't get why he did this. You saw all the pictures of them, they looked so happy."

"Are you defending him, Cath?" Nick asked.

"No." She spat back at him without hesitating. "I will be happy once he is behind, that sick son of a bitch!" She slammed her hand down on the table full of evidence. "Sorry. I mean, right when you think you know a guy; he turns around and does this." She took a deep breath, "Do you have anything?"

"I think we have a strong case against him." He showed her the evidence. "His prints, his DNA, and his hair, we got him. All we have to do is find him." Nick leaned against the table exhausted.

"We need Sara's statement." Greg said from the doorway.

"Greg, we have him, stop trying to defend him." Warrick told him.

"He didn't do this, and Sara can tell you that."

"What will we get from her, Greg? She is going crazy; her mind is blocking out all of the bad stuff and replacing it with all of the good memories. She can't get it through her thick head that he betrayed her! And neither can you!" Catherine yelled.

"Catherine-" Warrick started but was cut off.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so mad at Grissom right now."

"He didn't do it. If you would just listen to Sara, you would know that. I'm taking Brass down there to get her statement." He left without another word.

"Greg!" she called after him.

"I'll go with him." Nick left to follow Greg.

TBC

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