I Do Not Own CSI
"Well, we're half done," Sara said in a huff as she closed another box. The money for the house had been transferred and the house was now Gil and Sara's. Now all they have to do is pack and sell the townhouse.
"Yeah, and then we still have to pack up the last of your apartment."
"Lucky for us that there's not a lot left there except the big furniture and some knick knacks."
"Yeah, lucky for us," Gil pouted.
"Oh, my poor baby," Sara cooed, crawling over to Gil who was sitting on the floor; her twenty week belly hanging down.
"Just think, as soon as we're done this, we can enlist the guys to help us. We can move and start to really get ready for these two," Sara said softly as she sat on Gil's lap, his hand rubbing her belly.
"They're going to be here before we know it."
"That is why we have to get a move on," Sara said as her stomach rumbled.
"Hungry?"
"I could eat, but first, I have to make a stop at the grocery store."
"I'm sure I could find us something to eat."
"Gil our fridge is barren, we should have gone to the store yesterday."
"Well, fine, let's go now."
"Oh no you don't; you're going to stay here and pack while I run to the store."
"Leave me with the fun job."
"Just think, we're killing two birds with one stone," Sara said while getting up, albeit, slowly and with Gil's help.
"How long you going to be gone?"
"An hour maybe, we really have nothing in our cupboards at the moment."
"Take your time, it's not like we have work tonight."
"I know. We can have some fun later on, too."
"Oh, I like the sounds of that," Gil said as he helped Sara with her jacket and shoes.
"See you in a bit, babe."
"Drive carefully."
"I will, love you."
"Love you, too, honey," Gil said as he watched Sara walk out to the car, pull out and drive down the road.
"Okay, let's pack," Gil muttered.
Hearing the doorbell go off, Gil frowned, he wasn't expecting anyone.
Hearing it again, made him call out.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming, who's there?" Gil asked opening the door, to see a masked man standing there.
"What the….."
"Back inside, now," he ordered, pulling out a knife.
"Okay, okay, what do you want? Take anything just put down the knife."
"Not likely, why don't you take a seat over there," the man pointed to the dining room chair, opening the back door quickly and getting a barking Hank outside.
"Packing, I see, Moving?"
"Yeah, in a couple weeks."
"Ah, how sweet, the great Gil Grissom setting up house."
"What? You know me?"
"Of course I know you. I've known who you are for over twenty five years."
"How?"
"Oh, I know something you don't? Well that's a first now isn't it?"
"How should I know, I don't know who you are. Why don't you take off that mask and reveal yourself?"
"Ah, but that would ruin my surprise now wouldn't it?"
"Surprise?"
"Oh yeah, I have this whole big plan in my head, and if I revel myself to you, that would ruin it all."
"What are you going to do with me?'
"Well first things first, take these" He said throwing a pair of handcuffs at Grissom.
"Put them on and attach yourself to the railing."
"No"
"Do it," the man said coming close with the knife, aiming it at Gil's throat.
"Do it," he ordered again as Gil slowly put the cuffs on and attached himself to the railing.
"Good boy, now for the next part," he said, pulling out a needle.
"What's that?" Gil asked as he saw the dark liquid within the syringe.
"Oh this? This is going to be fun. Fun for me to watch. I'm going to make you fly like a kite with this stuff."
"Now where do you want it, the neck?" He asked as he placed the tip of the needle towards Gil's jugular.
"Or how about here."
"Don't, please."
"Never thought I'd hear the day when you begged."
"I have a wife, children."
"Who are going to grow up without a father and a wife without a husband," the man said with a smirk.
"I don't get why you're doing this!"
"Because you have taken everything from me," the man said angrily, stabbing Gil in the neck with the syringe and draining the liquid into his system.
"AHHHHH!"
"Now let's just wait and see what happens, see how long it takes for this to take effect."
"What….was…that?" Gil asked as he blinked hard, trying to focus, feeling the effects, as he slowly started to sway, dizziness taking over.
"Oh, how do you feel there, old Gilly boy?"
"A little disorientated, euphoric, feel like flying." The man asked
Sara?" Gil muttered
"Oh don't worry about her, she's gone grocery shopping, remember."
"Now, let's have some real fun, shall we," the man said pulling out his knife again.
"I hope you don't like your shirt too much, Gil, although I really could care less," the man said as he slid the knife down the front of his shirt, taking all the buttons off and leaving Gil's chest bare.
"What's this feel like, Gil, waiting for a knife wound while you're high as a kite?"
"Don't…don't know!"
"Another thing the great Gil Grissom doesn't know," the man said as the house phone rang.
"Sara?"
"Oh, your beloved wife, let's let the machine get that now," the man spoke looking at the caller ID.
"Hey Gil. Just wanted to ask if you needed anymore shampoo, I forgot to check before I left. Anyway, since as you're not picking up for some reason, I'll grab some. I should be home in about twenty minutes or so. Love you," Sara said into the machine.
"Sara!"
"Well, I guess we have to start moving along now don't we, wifey is going to be home soon." The man traced the knife along Gil's chest, drawing blood.
"Can you feel this, Gil?"
"I'll take your silence as a no. Maybe feeding you drugs was a bad idea; it's taking all the fun out of this."
"Hurts," Gil mumbled, his head falling forward.
"Oh, so you can feel pain, well lucky me."
"Now, what about this, can you feel this?" He took his arm back and stabbed Gil in the side of the chest making Gil scream out.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Quiet now, Gil. That was only the first one," He drew back and stabbed Gil again. He was about to go for a third time when he looked at the clock, knowing Sara would be pulling in the driveway any minute.
"I hope you die, Gil," The man dropped the knife at Gil's side with a smile.
"My plan is just beginning."
"Hey Gil," Sara called as she came in the front door, a couple bags in her arms.
"I got you that really nice shampoo you wanted. Oh, I need your help with the dog food, I had to get the bag boy to help me lift in the car. Gil, where are you, babe?" When she got no answer she frowned as she walked further inside the house, only to see Gil, handcuffed to the railing and bleeding profusely.
"Gil!"
"Oh god," Sara yelled grabbing her cell and calling 911 as she knelt beside her husband, stroking his face.
"Gil, baby, look at me." Sara asked as Gil's eyes slowly fluttered open.
"911, what's you emergency?"
"This is CSI Grissom from the lab, my husband, Gil Grissom has been stabbed! I need an ambulance to 37 River Street! Hurry, he's losing a lot of blood!" Sara tried not to panic as she held her hands tightly over Gil's side.
"Ambulance is on its way, ETA is four minutes."
"Gil, stay with me!" Sara had tears in her eyes as she tried to find a way to get the cuffs undone.
"Sara?"
"Yeah, babe, it's me. Gil, who did this? Gil, who did this," Sara asked as she smacked the side of Gil's face lightly, trying to get him to open his eyes.
"Stay awake, Gil," Sara begged as the sirens were heard in the background. It was only another minute before the paramedics were barging in.
"In here, hurry!" Sara called as the three paramedics started to help.
"What's his name ma'am?
"Gil, he's 49 years old, please help!"
"We are ma'am," The medic said as someone else ran out to the ambulance to get something to cut the banister.
"Blood isn't slowing, we need to hurry, he's lost a lot," the medic said as she saw the syringe on the floor.
"Do you know if he was drugged?" The medic asked Sara quickly as the other one came in with a saw to cut the banister.
"I.. I don't know, I found him like this," Sara cried as the saw started. The noise jolted Gil and made him cry out in pan.
"Please help him!"
"We are, ma'am. Okay, he's out, let's get him on a board and into the hospital."
"Are you coming?"
"Yes," Sara said quickly as she climbed into the truck with the medics, grabbing Gil's hand.
"It's cold," Sara muttered.
"He's going into shock, get the paddles ready!"
TBC
Dun dun dun, and the real drama begins!!!
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