Do not own CSI or any of the characters

Do not own CSI or any of the characters.

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Picking up the Ashes

Chapter 4

"No Shit!" screamed out Catherine into her cell phone excitedly.
"Hey what's up Cath?" asked Nick, who had heard Catherine's scream from the hallway.
"Oh my God!!" shrieked Catherine again into the phone.

What ever she was talking about, she was clearly thrilled about it.
Nick took a seat at the table across from her. He sat there in silence, sipping his coffee, waiting for her to finish so he could ask what was going on.

A moment or two later, Catherine finally said goodbye to who ever she was talking to, and closed her phone.

She then turned to Nick and grinned at him.
"What's up Cath?" he asked with a smile. "What's got you so happy?"
"Sara's wiggled her toes!" she said excitedly.
"What? When?" the Texan asked, surprised at what he had just heard.
"Griss just called me. Apparently last night, Sara's toes moved!"
"No bull!"
"No bull Nicky!" replied Catherine, shaking her head at the young man smiling. "No bull!"
At that Nick stood up and pulled Catherine into a bear hug. Catherine laughed as Nicky lifted her up into the air and spun around the room. They were both laughing and cheering.

Just then, Greg walked into the room, nursing a mug of his famous Blue Hawaiian coffee. He raised his eyebrows at his two coworkers as they dance around the room. Usually he was the one doing crazy acts in the lab, but Catherine and Nick? This was a first.

Greg cleared his throat loudly.

Nick and Catherine stopped and looked at him. Greg looked at them for an explanation, but they both just stared blankly at him. He then sighed, realizing he would have to do all the work here.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Nothing," both replied.
"Why were you guys dancing around the room then?" he asked.
Catherine and Nick both looked at each other and grinned broadly at Greg.
"What?" asked Greg, getting annoyed by the minute.
"Sara wiggled her toes!" spoke Nick.
Greg, who had taken a sip of his coffee, spat it out at what Nick just said.
"What?" he asked shocked at what he had just heard. His eyes were wide with disbelief.
"Sara moved her toes last night!" spoke Nick again, grinning at Greg.
"No shit!"
"No shit Greggo!" replied Nick.
Greg then looked at Catherine to confirm this news; she nodded her head at him and smiled. A second later, Greg was grinning from ear to ear.

Soon all three of them were skipping around the room, dancing like maniacs!

Brass appeared in the door and smirked at the trio. "I guess they heard the good news about Sara then," he thought to himself.

"This is an amazing improvement!" spoke Dr. Chestler, who had been Sara's doctor from the beginning.

Sara returned the doctor's smile. It was an amazing improvement.

"So, do you think I can go home then?" she asked crossing her fingers it would be soon; she missed her small apartment.

"Um…we are going to have to wait and see. It all depends on how fast you regain the movement and strength in your legs back," explained the doctor who was going over Sara's chart.

"Oh," sighed a disappointed Sara. It sounded like she would be here for awhile then.

The doctor, hearing the disappointment in Sara's voice, added, "But I don't see why you couldn't go home by the end of this week!"

Sara perked up a bit at this. The end of the week was only 3 days away. The doctor looked down at Sara and smiled. Sara, in return, flashed him a gaped-tooth grin.

"Now Sara, I want you to meet our physical therapist. You will probably be working with him for about a month or so, however long he sees fit," explained the doctor who was all business now.

"Ok," nodded Sara at the doctor.

The therapist's name was Dr. Chanasyk, but everyone calls him Mark or Dr. C. He was a young guy, in his late twenties early thirties with golden blond hair and bright blue eyes. He looked liked a young Brad Pitt, thought Sara the moment she saw him.

Sara couldn't help but smile at him when he entered the room. Dr. Chanasyk smiled back at her. Sara felt herself blush like a school girl at this. Grissom, who was also in the room, noticed Sara blushing and immediately disliked this Brad Pitt look-a-like doctor, even if he had not spoken a word yet.

After the doctor had introduced himself and asked Sara some questions, he began to work on Sara. He began touching her leg in certain places and asked if she could feel it or not.

Grissom's dislike for the doctor began to grow more as he rested his hand on Sara's thigh and gave it a squeeze. Grissom cleared his throat several times to get Sara's attention, but she ignored him. She was all eyes and ears for the doctor. She was nodding to his every word. This made him even more jealous of the doctor.

As Dr. C began to move Sara's leg up and down, bending it and straightening it, Grissom slumped himself into a chair and crossed his arms over his chest, like a child who was put in time-out.

Once the doctor had left, it was just Sara and Grissom alone again.
"Did you hear I could go home by the end of this week?" she asked Grissom, turning to face him.
"Mmmm," replied Grissom, he was still in a funk about Dr. Chanasyk.
"What's up with you?" asked Sara sitting up, noticing immediately something was bugging Grissom.
"Nothing," replied Grissom, who uncrossed his arms then re-crossed them.
"Something's up," spoke Sara. "You're in a mood!"
"I am not in a mood," replied Grissom.
"Yes you are, just tell me what's wrong," spoke Sara softly, stroking Grissom's arm.
"Nothing is wrong Sara," spoke Grissom, pulling away from Sara and standing up.

Sara looked up at him hurt and confused. She didn't know what the hell Grissom's problem was. Just then, a light bulb went off in Sara's brain. She smiled a little at this.
"You're jealous," she stated.
"What?" asked Grissom, sounding a little pissed off.
"You're jealous," repeated Sara, smiling up at Grissom.
"Jealous?"
"Yah, jealous of Mark," stated Sara.
Grissom did not respond at this but turned his back to Sara and stared out of the window.
"It's ok, Gil, to be jealous," spoke Sara softly, hoping that Grissom would turn around. "You're cute when you are. Your eyebrows fuss together and your forehead wrinkles, making you look like a little bull dog. So cute, but also so sexy at the same time," at this, Sara's voice turned seductive.

Just then, Grissom turned around and looked at Sara. She stared back at him.
"I am not jealous," stated Grissom defiantly.
Sara just grinned at this.

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