You're The Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me

Chapter 9

Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!

A/N Finally! I'm back. Let's turn up the volume and get this story rocking!

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"Yes Archie, how can I help you?" Brass barked into his cell phone.

"Captain, the chopper that Grissom and Sidle were on, I've lost communication with it, the last contact the pilot said he was going to land hard. We've got to do something," Archie explained.

"Shit!" Brass responded. "Keep your line open, I'll call you back shortly."

Brass slammed the phone back into his pocket and headed for the door towards the Sherriff's office.

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Amie reached Sara's voice mail.

"Sara, this is Amie Johnson, I just found a note on TJ's phone that doesn't make any sense. You can call me on this number when you get this."

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Grissom opened his eyes first. Surprised to find himself in one piece. His mind immediately went to Sara who had been sitting beside him before all hell had broken loose.

Sara was still beside him, strapped into the seat. He reached out to her, touched her face gently, and found she had a strong pulse and was responsive to his touch.

"Sara?" he called, "Sara honey, are you ok? Say something Sara." She didn't respond for a moment, but eventually began to groan in response to Grissom's prompting.

"Grissom," she replied, groggily, "My arm, I think it's broken."

"OK Sara, we have to get out of here," he replied, unfastening his seatbelt and reaching over to help her.

"What about the pilot?" she said, "Did you check him?"

"No, not yet," he replied, "Let's get you out," he began to help Sara extricate herself from the mangled vehicle.

"Ken," he yelled, "Ken, are you ok?"

The pilot responded with a groan. He was starting to come around from the hard landing.

"Are you both ok?" Ken asked.

"We seem to be, but I think Sara has a broken arm," Grissom replied.

"Let's get away from the chopper," Ken instructed, "Are you armed?" he added.

"No," Grissom replied, "But she is."

"I think we were hit by a bullet," Ken spoke as he unfastened his harness and began to climb out of the chopper, "I got hit once in the Gulf and it went down just like that. Thankfully, this time no one died."

As Ken extricated himself from the wreckage, he came around grabbed the first aid kit from the back of the vehicle, some flares, and a blanket that was stowed in the storage compartment.

"Since it appears to be a bullet, I think it would be wise if we moved to higher ground, away from the chopper, until we see the good guys coming over the hill."

"Sounds like a plan," Sara replied.

"You are armed?" Ken asked Sara.

"Yes."

"Oh I love a woman who packs heat!" Ken responded, laughing despite the situation they were in, "Leftie or rightie?"

"Right."

"And the apparently broken arm is…."

"Left."

"Great news!" Ken said. "We may need to use that firing arm."

"Do you have 2-ways?" Grissom asked Ken.

"Yes, right here," Ken replied, reaching towards the front of the chopper, pulling back two mangled radios. "Yeah, not going to work."

"Great," Sara replied, "So now what? Two tin cans?"

"Let's get higher, we may be able to get a signal on our cells," Grissom instructed.

"Griss," Sara said, "I'm not sure if I can walk right now."

He turned, concern flashed in his eyes.

"I thought your arm was hurt?" he asked, confused and concerned at the same time.

"It is," she answered, refusing to cry, "But I can't move my leg."

"Ken," Grissom yelled, upset by this news, "Let's get her out of here!"

The two men stood on either side of the slim young woman, helping her up out of her seat and onto the good leg. The left ankle was badly out of place and the left arm had been clearly fractured upon impact.

Grissom and Vogel looked at each other, assessing the situation. Both men had considerable experience dealing with field injuries. Luckily, this injured person was much lighter than a full-grown man, so it was quickly decided that they would carry her to higher ground. They decided on a wooded area uphill from where the chopper had gone down. The area was wooded and had some big rock outcrops that could be used as cover or protection from the intense weather of the area.

Taking the blanket that he had salvaged from the chopper, Ken laid it on the ground, like an improvised stretcher while Grissom carefully lifted Sara out of her seat and onto the blanket and the two men each grabbed an end and began to move towards the rocks.

"Good thing it's a heavy duty blanket," Sara said as she floated up the hillside.

"Yes, Sidle, 'cause you weigh about 200 pounds," Vogel replied, chuckling.

"Hey, its not nice to tease a lady about her weight!" Sara replied, taking the ribbing well.

"Oh, so sorry, madame," Vogel answered her, "But I would think that someone that looked like you wouldn't be worried about someone teasing them about their weight!"

Grissom looked puzzled at Sara. Was this man really flirting with her in this intense situation? With Grissom standing right beside them? Couldn't he see how much he loved Sara?

"Sara, are you ok?" Grissom asked, uncomfortable with the conversation, trying to change the subject.

"Yes Griss, I'm ok."

When they made it to the rocks, they gently put Sara down and Ken put the first aid kit down beside her.

Ken looked at Grissom and asked, "So, are you a doctor?"

"Actually," Grissom replied, "I am a doctor, just not an MD."

"Egghead huh?"

"Ha! Ouch. Man don't make me laugh!" Sara said from her spot on the ground. "Egghead!"

Grissom looked from one person to the other, not seeing the humor in the statement.

"Well, Dr. Serious, let's get her ankle in a splint then we can worry about the arm," Ken instructed.

"Guys," Sara said, hesitantly, "I'm not so sure I want either of you messing with my ankle, no offense, but …"

Ken looked at her, his eyes twinkling, "Ma'am, I have handled much worse than this while I was in the Gulf. As long as the bone is not protruding from the skin and your head is still in one piece, I'm confident that I can take care of your injuries."

They moved her from her spot on the ground to a clear patch in the shade of the big rock. Ken grabbed the first aid kit and took off his jacket. He looked at Grissom who was wearing his forensics jacket and asked, "Can I have your jacket Dr?"

"Grissom, please and yes, you can have whatever you need to help her," Grissom replied.

"Ok, this may hurt just a tad ma'am," Ken said, "Grissom, can you brace her and don't let her move!"

Grissom sat next to Sara, holding her good hand and looking deeply into her eyes.

Ken quickly set the ankle in a splint and patted her good leg, "That'll work for now," he informed them.

"Now, let's take a look at that arm."

"So, you were in the Gulf War?" Sara asked.

"Yup. Gulf One," he answered, "I was a chopper pilot for the US Army."

"Thank you for your service," Sara replied. "I'm so glad to have such an experienced pilot to crash with!"

Grissom began to feel fairly uncomfortable. They were bonding in a way that made him feel like a third wheel. Breath, he thought to himself, she's in love with YOU not with someone she just met.

But no matter what he told himself, he knew that this man was at least 10 years younger, very handsome, and a war veteran. How could she not be intrigued by his interest in her?

Stupid, he thought, focus on getting us out of here, not being a jealous old fool. I need to make sure that Sara gets out of here safely.

"Let's take care of that arm," Ken replied, beginning to take the lining out of Grissom's jacket to make a sling, "Then we can figure out our next steps."

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A/N Ah ha The green eyed monster is rearing its ugly head! Do you see Grissom being jealous of the flirting?