Where Are You?
Chapter 7: Scared
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, only the strange thoughts running through this mind I was given.
Spoilers: Let's just say Season Seven, even though it's mainly Living Doll. This fic is my take on how the Season 8 premier will go.
Summary: Grissom is desperately trying to find Sara. Will he get there in time?
A/N: This isn't beta-ed, so all the mistakes are mine. I am only human, so there are bound to be some mistakes, but I'll try my hardest to keep the errors to a minimum.
Grissom and Brass watched in horror as nurses swarmed around Sara's bed, asking her questions. She was very upset, and was calling out for Grissom, so he made his way through the nurses and over to Sara's bed. He gently cradled her and asked the nurses what was going on.
"She's having early contractions," said one of them, "most likely caused by stress. If we can't get them to stop, we may need to get the baby out."
"But, I'm only 18 weeks!" cried Sara. "It will never have a chance."
The nurse didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. Her expression told them that Sara was right, and that made her even more upset. She buried her face in Grissom's neck and held on to him as if she would drown if she let go. Grissom had his one arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other one was hanging limply by his side. He watched as the nurses hooked her up to a monitor that would let them keep an eye on the baby's heart rate. The nurses then injected her with a medicine that would – hopefully – stop Sara's contractions. Grissom and Sara watched their baby's heart rate monitor. Its heart rate was beating faster than normal because Sara's contractions were putting it under distress. The couple prayed that the contractions would stop, but their baby had already gotten lucky once...can it escape death once again?
After about an hour, the nursing staff got Sara's contractions to decrease. Within the next hour, Sara's contractions had stopped altogether. Extremely relieved, Sara forced herself to withdraw Natalie and her threat from her mind. Instead, she focused on how much she wanted this baby, how much she and Gil were looking forward to its presence, and how much she loved it. Sara lay back on her pillows, and unconsciously placed her hand on her swelling abdomen. Grissom placed his hand overtop of hers and gentle caressed it. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Sara smiled at him and then sighed in content.
"I'm sorry, Sara," whispered Grissom after awhile.
"Sorry about what?" asked Sara, her heart beating a few beats faster.
"About telling you about Natalie," he said. "If I hadn't, you wouldn't have gotten worked up, and then you wouldn't have had contractions. I'm sorry because I almost cost the baby its life. I should have just kept my mouth shut and lied to you. I could've told you that Natalie just wanted to tell us that you weren't supposed to be found. I should said–"
"Hon, stop...you're rambling," said Sara humorously.
"Sorry, I'll just leave you alone for a bit," said Grissom.
"No, you don't have to–"
"You need to get your rest," said Grissom. "The nurses suggested you sleep so you don't get stressed anymore. Sleep...I'll be here when you wake up, don't worry."
He gently smiled at her and then stroked her hair. It always helped her fall asleep quickly, and it still worked like a charm; she was out within minutes. Grissom stood up from his chair and looked at Brass, who was still in the room.
"Well, that was scary," said Jim, smirking.
"I know," said Grissom, running his un-injured hand over his tired-looking face. "I think I've had enough excitement in the last couple of days to last me a lifetime. God, I've never been so scared in my life. I didn't want to lose Sara or the baby."
"Okay, Gil, no offence, but you look like crap!" exclaimed Brass with a smile on his face. "Go home, get a shower, get some sleep, eat something, feed your bugs–"
"Oh, crap!" Grissom exclaimed. "I need to take care of Bruno!"
"Bruno? Who's Bruno?" asked Brass, tilting his head to the side, showing his confusion.
"Our dog!" he groaned. "I he hasn't been fed since yesterday!"
"Okay, go and take care of him," Jim said, ushering him out the door. "If anything comes up with Sara, I'll call you straight away. Here are my car keys, since you came with Sara in the ambulance. I'm parked out front...you know what car it is?"
"Yeah...I'll find it," said Grissom, and he left the room.
He quickly drove home and found Bruno waiting by the door. They had a doggy door installed in their front door and their whole property was fenced in. This way, the dog could let itself out if it need to go to the bathroom.
"Hey, buddy," Grissom said, bending down to pet the dog. "I'm sorry I haven't been home to take care of you since yesterday, but Sara went missing. We found her in time and she's resting at the hospital. Now, let's get you some food and water."
Grissom walked inside the house and into the kitchen. He filled Bruno's food dish and set it on the floor. As he filled the water dish, Grissom watched their dog wolf down the food hungrily. When the food ran out, Bruno sniffed around the bowl and looked up at Grissom as if to say "That's it?"
"Okay, I guess you can have a little more," said Grissom, filling the bowl a little less than half-way.
The dog ate it all, and then lapped up the water. Grissom filled it again when the boxer drank everything. After Bruno was content, Grissom gently pet the dog. Bruno licked his owner's fingers and trotted to the living room, where he lay down and closed his eyes. Grissom smirked and then went to get some sleep. He ate a bagel for breakfast after he woke up, and then he got a refreshing shower. When he felt reenergized, he walked into the living room to get his sneakers on, ready to go back to the hospital. Bruno, on the other hand, had different plans. The dog whimpered, ran to the door, clawed the door, and then ran to get his leash. Bruno dropped the leash in front of Grissom, and barked. Grissom was amazed at how smart his dog was.
"Alright...I'll take you for a quick walk to the park," said Grissom, smiling. "Just let me call Jim real quick."
He dialed his friend's number, and asked how Sara was. Brass told him that she was still sleeping peacefully. Grissom told Jim to call him when she woke up before he disconnected the call. Grissom hooked the leash to Bruno's collar and he walked the dog to the park. While there, Grissom threw a tennis ball for the canine, and he would retrieve it and bring it back. They did this for a bit, and then they went home. When home, Grissom filled Bruno's food dish and filled his water dish with ice-cold water before leaving for the hospital.
"Hey, how is she?" Grissom asked when he arrived at Sara's room.
"She woke up a little bit ago, but then went to sleep again," said Brass, standing up from his chair. "If it's alright with you, I'm gonna head home. The team may drop in later."
"Okay...get some sleep," said Grissom. "And Jim...thanks for staying with her while I went home. Here are your keys, by the way."
The detective went home, and Grissom settled himself by Sara's side. He watched her shift, and then her eyelids fluttered open. Grissom smiled and kissed her cheek.
"So, how do you feel?" asked Sara.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" teased Grissom. "I feel much better...got some food, got a shower, caught some sleep, took care of Bruno, and took him for a walk."
"That's good," said Sara, yawning.
"You feel any better?" asked Grissom.
"I guess...my legs are a little sore from getting ripped apart, and so is my ankle," she said with a shrug. "But that's a good thing, right? It means I'm still here."
"I'll get someone to get you some more morphine," he said, and he left to find a nurse.
Sara smiled to herself and thought, "He really cares."
A/N: Hey, I'm so sorry about that. I guess I forgot to finish my sentence...oops!