Chapter Seven
I wake with a dull thumping in my head and try to open my eyes. I assume I'm going to be in the alley behind Wire, maybe I was knocked out for a few minutes. Panic starts to rise again as I realise I need to get to Catherine.
I open my eyes and realise I'm not in the alley any more. The bright florescent lights above my head let me know I'm in a hospital. Shit, I sit up as fast as my dizziness will allow and look around the room in hopes of seeing Catherine in another bed, but she's not. Oh god please let her be okay. Just as I swing my legs off the bed in an attempt to stand up Grissom enters my room and rushes over.
"Sara, you need to lie back down." What? I need it to find Catherine.
I pretty much ignore him and try to find my balance, the room is spinning and my side is hurting like hell but don't care.
Grissom places his hands gently on my shoulders trying to steady me as he tells me to lie down again.
I can feel the tears start to well up in my eyes, I don't think I've ever felt this helpless, I need to get to her and I can't even stand up straight.
"Catherine?" I say to Grissom, hoping he understands my question.
"Sara, please just lie down."
I know I'm crying now, why won't he answer me. Screw this, I make one last effort to get myself up, I need to either find her, or find someone who will tell me what happened.
"Sara, Catherine is fine."
I look at him to make sure I wasn't hearing things. "She's fine." He repeats.
I crumple back to the bed, the sheer relief of knowing she's okay knocking the wind from me.
"Take me to her." I demand once I have my breath back.
"She'll be here any minute. She went home to let Lindsey know she was okay and to get some rest."
I nod at him and sit back on the bed letting his words sink in. She's okay; I don't even care what happened to me, as long as she's okay.
I feel my body start to lodge its protests at me sitting up, I look at my side and see blood seeping through the stupid hospital gown they have me wearing.
"You've torn your stitches." Grissom tells me. Stitches? I have stitches?
"I'll get the nurse." He says standing up.
"Don't bother, I'm leaving. I need to find Catherine." I won't settle till I see her.
"I told you she's okay."
"I need to see her. I need to be sure." I can tell he's confused, wondering why I'm so bothered, he doesn't know about our relationship. Right now though, I don't care what he or anyone else thinks. I just need to see Catherine.
"Just get your stitches looked at, then we'll go and find her." I know he's trying to appease me but it only serves to piss me off. I'm not a child.
"No, now get the hell out of here and leave me. I need to get dressed."
"What you need to do I get into bed and get those stitches fixed up." I hear from the doorway.
Oh thank god, my brain screams as Catherine walks into the room. She grabs my shoulders and gently guides me back on to the bed. I simply follow her lead and allow myself to be sat back on the bed.
"You're okay." I ask her. I need to hear it from her.
Once I'm sat back down she wraps her arms around me and I grab her tight, as if my life depended on it. I'm never letting her go again.
"I'm fine Sara, thanks to you. Now please lie down." She says directly into my ear.
I do as she asks but I pull her with me. I think she senses that I'm not about to let her go so thankfully she follows me and moves herself to my good side.
"I was so scared. I thought he'd killed you." I tell her, the tears running freely down my cheeks.
"Shh baby it's okay." She says as she wipes the tears from my face. "I'm here, everything is okay. Now will you please let them see to you?"
I nod at her. "Stay with me though."
"Of course." She replies. I watch her lift her head and nod for the nurse to come over. She moves my gown out of the way but I don't take any notice of what she's doing. I can't take my eyes of Catherine.
Not long after the nurse has finished I feel my eye's start to droop again. I fight it, not wanting to let go of her.
"Sleep Sara." She tells me.
"Will you stay with me? Please be here when I wake up." I won't sleep otherwise.
"You couldn't drag me away. Now get some rest." I hold her to me as tight as I can and close my eyes, letting sleep overtake me.
* * * * * *
When I wake again my headache seems to have eased off some and the room isn't spinning any more.
Catherine is still lying in the bed with me, and I feel the relief once again over take me.
"Hey you." She says propping her head on her hand to look down at me.
"Hey. Thank you for staying."
"Like I said. You couldn't drag me away. How you feeling now?"
"Better." I tell her honestly. "What happened?"
"You saved my life is what happened." She beams.
Clearly she's crazy. "I did everything wrong, I didn't follow any training, didn't call for back up or anything. I'm so sorry. I could have got you killed."
"Nonsense, okay so you did things the hard way, as usual." She smirks. "But had you not arrived when you did, I probably would have been dead now. Benjamin saw you heading out and realised he hadn't seen me for a while so he followed you to make sure everything was fine. Obviously it wasn't. Daniel was about to shoot you but Benjamin got there first, shot him in the leg, he'll be okay, and then he'll be in prison for a very long time. So you see, if you hadn't have done everything wrong, as you say, I don't think either of us would be here. Also, we got a match to our serial killers DNA. Turns out Daniel was the guy all the long."
"Daniel?" I let her words sink in. I must admit to a bit of disbelief.
"Yeah, we got a confession last night as well. He was very pleased with himself, said all women deserved it. He said he thought it was Christmas when we turned up; because he knew he'd get to kill us. Apparently he's always wanted to kill a cop."
"Christ. We never even suspected."
"I know. I'm not even sure how he got me outside, must have hit me as I picked the phone up."
"But you're okay?" God I want to kill that bastard for touching her.
"Yes, I'm fine; I came to before the ambulance arrived for you."
"What exactly did he do to me?" I ask, having totally forgotten about my own injuries.
"Thankfully, nothing to bad, that's more of a gash on your side, not a stab wound. It'll heal in a few weeks; the doc said it probably won't even scar. You'll just be stiff for a few weeks. And you have a nasty concussion, hence the acrobatics I'm sure the room was doing when you last were awake."
I feel the stress slowly leaving my body. Right now, I don't care if I followed protocol or not, I don't care that I broke the rules. I'll deal with the consequences later. All I care about is that she's fine. The rest can wait.
"So when do I get to go home?"
I always did hate hospitals.
* * * * * *
I finally get to go back to work today. I've been out of the hospital for a month but Grissom put me on forced leave. I tried to talk him out of it but he said he didn't want to see me till at least two weeks after my stitches we're removed. He wanted to make sure I was at 100% before allowing me back.
I tried to get Catherine to convince him otherwise but I think it would have been easier to get the Dali lama to punch me.
But thankfully tonight I get to go back to work.
I practically bounce into the break room when I arrive. Everyone gives me a hug and asks how I am when Grissom brings our assignments in.
"Glad to have you back Sara."
"Very glad to be back." I beam at him.
"I have orders to put you on light duty for the next few days."
"Orders from whom?" I demand.
"From me." Catherine says as she walks into the room behind him. Well damn. She knows I won't argue with her.
"So we have a simple break and enter. We already have the suspect; you just need to collect evidence."
Well, at least it's something.
"I'll take it with her." Catherine tells him. See this night is getting better and better.
I think Grissom was about to tell her she has another case, two of us on a B and E is stupid, but the look on her face changes his mind. He just nods and lets us leave.
I walk into the locker room behind her and find myself pinned to the door as it shuts. She wastes no time attaching her lips to mine, nipping my bottom lip till I grant her access then moaning as our tongues meet.
She pulls back a few minutes later to catch her breath. "I can't wait to get you home. I've missed your touch so much." She tells me.
"Not my fault baby. You wouldn't let me." I pout. She insisted we wait until I was healthy, and I'll be damned if she hasn't got some serious will-power. After I got my stitches out I did pretty much everything I could think of to make her give in, but she didn't, just insisted she wanted to wait till I got the okay from the doc.
"I want you healthy. So it's a good job we have an easy case today. You'll need your energy for when we get home."
Her lips attack my neck and I'm moaning already. A whole month without her touch has driven me crazy.
"So let's get this out of the way. Shall we. And baby, when we get home. Don't hold back." She says before giving me one last kiss then walking away from me. Leaving me to watch her perfect hips sway as she walks.
Oh god. I don't think she has any idea what she's just let herself in for. I have enough sexual frustration for about ten people pumping through my veins right now. She told me before this whole thing happened that she knew I was holding back with her. I know she's right, but I've never felt how she makes me feel before, I've never wanted to leave somebody boneless before, make them so weak with desire they'll go crazy without my touch. It scares me a little.
A plan starts to formulate in my mind as I follow her into the locker room to grab my stuff. She really should be careful what she wishes for and when we get home; she'll find out why.
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