Chapter 35:

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, you make me smile! Okay, so I will try and get some GSR going here, since it is going to be a GSR story, and I've had well, quite a bit of YoBling. And thank you T, for pointing out to me that you usually only stay two days or so unless you have something long term. Sorry about that, hah I'm not too knowledgeable about how hospitals work. So, I shall go back to the previous chapter, and change Grissom's approximated hospital stay from six days to two days.

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"Mom, Hi!" Grissom signed, offering his mother a weak smile. He hadn't seen her in a long time, he sometimes forgot altogether that he had a personal life.

"You got shot?" She signed with a disapproving look, "I always knew I should worry about you more in your field of work."

"Mom, I'm a scientist." Grissom protested.

"Scientists don't get shot at, Gil." She rolled her eyes. Grissom then realized that Greg and Brass were still in the room, and chuckled at the looks on their faces. "Sorry." He apologized, "This is my mother, Joanne. Mom, this is Jim Brass, and Greg Sanders." He said and signed at the same time.

"Hello." She signed, and Brass and Greg both awkwardly nodded back politely.

"Greg," Grissom asked, "How's Sara doing?"

"She's doing fairly well, considering." Greg informed him. "When I left her, she was actually sleeping. She's been sleeping fairly well, for Sara, and she's on the road to recovery."

"Good." Grissom sighed in relief and visibly relaxed, "And Catherine?"

"Had a few more problems." Greg told him with a sigh. "They had to go back into surgery, more internal bleeding. Something seemed not quite right after the second surgery, but I'm sure they took care of it."

"I hope." Grissom nodded. "How much longer are they in the hospital for?"

"Sara should be released, I would guess, in a matter of hours. She's stable, she'll have to have someone with her at all times, to change her gauze, and make sure she's taking her medications, and sleeping, not going over cold cases." Greg told him, "Catherine will probably be a bit longer, but I'm not really sure. You should ask Warrick about that if you see him."

"Oh, I see." Grissom half smiled. At least Warrick had gotten his act together before he had. "Two of my CSIs were attacked at a scene yesterday morning. There was a hostage situation and now they're in the hospital. Sara Sidle and Catherine Willows." He explained to his mother, who nodded in understanding.

"A little exciting for scientists, I think." She rolled her eyes. Grissom did the same, and then remembered that Brass and Greg were still completely lost. He didn't, however, get time to clear up what he had been telling his mother because the doctor entered the room.

"Alright Mr. Grissom, we have to give you some more medication and then you'll probably want to sleep." The doctor told him. "So if I can get you three to leave the room…"

"Sure." Brass nodded. Grissom quickly signed what the doctor had told him to his mother and she followed Brass and Greg out of the room as Grissom was administered his medicine.

Outside Grissom's hospital room, awkwardness ensued once again. Greg and Brass didn't know sign language and were unable to communicate with Mrs. Grissom, until Greg, being the creative thinker he is, came up with an idea. Grabbing a pen and some paper from a nurses station nearby he began writing on the paper.

"Hi, I'm Greg." The paper read, "Sorry, I don't know sign language, but would this work for now?" He passed the paper to Mrs. Grissom who smiled. She knew that over the course of the time she would be staying in Las Vegas, which was going to be until her son was completely healed, she was going to like this Greg Sanders.

"Yes, this will work fine." She wrote back. Greg smiled back at her.

"I'm going up to check on Sara, okay?" Brass hadn't been up to see Sara, but was quite worried about the young woman, as he looked at her like a daughter.

"Okay." Greg called as Brass left the waiting room.

"He went to check on Sara." Greg wrote.

"Sara Sidle… one of the two CSIs that got hurt yesterday?" Joanne wrote back.

"Yes." Greg wrote back. "And actually, Sara is the girl that we all think Grissom is in love with." This made Joanne smile even wider. She did like this Greg Sanders a lot. Maybe she would be doing more than just helping her son get better of the course of the next few weeks… Over the next while, Greg explained to Joanne all about the relationships between all the CSIs. The way Sara had liked Grissom for years, and Grissom kept ignoring it, the way Catherine tried to get them together, the situation with Catherine and Warrick, Nick being held hostage… Grissom's mother was a wonderful person, and Greg wondered why Grissom didn't visit her, or she didn't visit him more often. It was decided, at the end of their conversation, when the doctor came back to check on Grissom and said he was asking to see them again, that Joanne and Greg would play matchmaker over the next while, until she had to leave, and by the time she had to leave, Sara and Grissom would be the couple they should be. They were determined that this was going to work.

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Brass ran into Nick in the hallway. He knew which floor Sara was on, and luckily Nick was able to direct him to the specific room. Knocking quietly, he entered and his breath caught in his throat at the site of the young CSI. He never expected to see her like this. Sara was always so strong, so put together, courageous, brave… and now she looked so broken, so vulnerable and weak. It made him so filled with rage that someone could do this to her, and to Catherine, who was also one of his oldest friends. They were such amazing women, so full of life… they were going to catch John Hamilton if it was the last thing he did.

"Hey Sara, how're you holding up?" He asked in his most comforting voice, approaching to sit in the chair beside her bed.

"Hey Jim." She smiled, and he smiled back. Just to know that Sara could still be smiling after all this gave him hope. "I'm doing as well as could be expected. Anxious to get out of here, naturally."
"Naturally." He chuckled. "Do you know when you can be released?"

"Not yet." Sara sighed, wishing she did. "I think I might be able to get them to let me out sometime tomorrow afternoon. If I can sign the papers, they have to let me go right?" She asked hopefully.

"Well, as long as you have someone to take care of you, then I guess so." Brass shrugged. "Just make sure you take all your medications, and continue getting healthy. Because I know as soon as you're out of here, it'll be: when can I go back to work? And you can't do that until well, all your fractures and breaks are healed, then I assume you'll be put back on desk duty. You'll have to go to physiotherapy and trauma counselling." He knew she knew all of this, but he wasn't sure if anyone had reminded her because knowing Sara, she could conveniently forget about all of these things.

"I know, I know." She sighed, "I was hoping no one would bring it up." Brass chuckled at this, knowing he had been right. "How's Grissom doing?"

"He's doing alright. His Mother's here, and he's been asking about you." Brass told her.

"Oh really?" Sara's eyes lit up at this last piece of knowledge. "How long is his Mom staying for?"

"Until he's better, I would assume. She's worried his career is too dangerous for him." Brass smiled.

"He's a scientist." Sara pointed out.

"That's what he said," Brass laughed, "But then she told him that scientists don't get shot at. I think you'll like her."

"Good." Sara sighed. Brass could tell she was tiring already, just from the normal conversation between the two of them.

"Maybe you should get some rest." He suggested.

"I will." She nodded, "But will you stay with me for a while?" She looked hesitant and almost fearful when she asked him this, which showed him this had affected her more than she was letting on.

"Sure." He nodded, settling back in the chair as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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A/N: No Warrick/Catherine in this chapter, but ohwell, I'll put lots of them in next one. They've been in it more than everyone else anyways, I think. Blah, I don't know, but tell me what you thought? It'd be greatly appreciated.