The nurse looked at the chart hanging off the edge of the bed, "her name is Ashley Kessler, age three, and apparently she was the only child on either of the planes."
"Thankfully" Sara whispered, stopped for a second and then asked, "did you say Ashley Kessler?"
The nurse double checked the name on the chart, "yes, that's right" Sara thought for a moment and then decided it had to be just a coincidence.
She had a hard enough time with death as it was but the death of a child was particularly hard, especially now, she thought this as she placed her hand on her stomach. She leaned in closer to get a better look at the sleeping child.
She was sleeping in a fetal position in the bed, which only made her look smaller in comparison to the hospital bed and she had curly brown hair that was shoulder long with fair skin.
Her cheeks still held a little baby fat making them slightly puffed. She was small but looked well fed and loved. Sara had to be sure about the identity of the child and asked,
"Have they found any family members yet?"
"Not that I know of, but with your resources you might be able to."
Sara nodded her head slightly "yeah" She was wondering if Gil would allow her to investigate the little child, after all, she couldn't go back out to the field for a while.
The nurse wheeled her to the elevator and took her up to the fifth floor. They exited the elevator and sitting on the wall before Sara was a sign reading Maternity with an arrow pointing off to the left and Pediatrics with an arrow pointing off to the right.
Once she was settled into a very nice private room and hooked back up to all the monitoring gadgets she called Grissom. He took her clothes and her phone so she had to use the hospital phone.
Grissom was processing yet another piece of debris when his phone began to ring. He looked at the caller I.D. and read Palm Springs Hospital, he quickly answered it, worried something may have happened to Sara, "Grissom" he answered, trying to sound calm though he didn't feel it.
"Hey" he heard from the other end of the line and relaxed, it was Sara and she sounded pretty happy and more rested.
"Hey yourself" he looked around and saw neither Greg or Warrick were close by, "how do you feel, honey, do you need me?"
Sara noticed the concern in his voice and quickly reassured him "no, I just wanted to let you know what room I'm in and the fact that I seem to be missing all my clothes and my phone. The room is 502 by the way."
She hesitated before asking, "Do you think you will be able to get away for dinner?"
Grissom frowned, "I wish I could but I already left once today and they really need me, I'm sorry hon."
Sara was a little disappointed but tried not to let it show, "it's ok, maybe you could come over later."
There was nothing more Grissom wanted to do than go and see Sara but they really did need him.
"I might be able to break away later this evening, but no promises."
Sara felt guilty for not being there to help. She and Grissom talked for another minute or two but he had to get back to work.
It was about a half an hour after he hung up with Sara that the FBI's disaster relief had finally shown up and the Las Vegas crime lab was going to be able to get back to a somewhat normal schedule.
Though they would still have an integral part in the recovery, they'd just be shifting to the human element. All the staff of the lab were going to have to work on identifying the dead and notifying their families.
The CSI's for the night shift were released at 1:00 in the afternoon in order to allow them to get some sleep and to freshen up for the shift to come. Grissom went home, took a quick shower and grabbed a couple of hours sleep.
At 7:00 when he woke up he decided to surprise Sara at the hospital and bring her some pajamas, a set of clothes for when they released her tomorrow and some other toiletries she might need.
He stopped off at a local florist and picked up some flowers before heading to the hospital. He jumped onto the elevator and went to the fifth floor, he was shocked to find she was in the maternity dept but guessed that was were all the pregnant women went.
He stopped by the nurses station to double check and sure enough she was in room 502.
He made his way to her room and stopped short when he got there. He stood in the doorway, overnight bag in one hand and flowers in the other, staring at the scene in front of him.
Sara was lying in bed with a strange mixture of fear, humor, and anxiety playing on her face, all this turned to relief when she saw him. Surrounding her bedside was Greg, Nick, Warrick, and Catherine.