Chapter 13
The doctors released Sara later the next day.
"You have only slight memory loss," Dr. Mahon said, "the weight you lost will come back soon."
"But I am completely healthy?" Sara asked.
"If you weren't, I wouldn't be releasing you," Dr. Mahon said. "But I want to see you next week for a check-up."
"Fine," Sara said. They stood up and shook hands. Dr. Mahon escorted her out of his office where a wheelchair was waiting for her.
"You know I have to ask why," she said.
He shrugged. "Hospital policy."
"Damn," Sara said, she sat down.
A nurse rolled her out of the building where the team was waiting for her.
"What's with the chair?" Nick asked her.
"Hospital policy," she said.
"Oh, just give me a hug," Nick said. Sara and Nick hugged.
"We're so glad your ok," Warrick said, giving her a hug.
"Um, hi Sara, I'm sorry I couldn't come last night," Greg said shyly.
"It's ok Greg," Sara said, hugging him. Greg looked like he had just won the lottery.
"I was so worried about you," Grissom said, he hugged her the longest.
Catherine hugged Sara, "so, are you ready to go to your temporary home?" she asked.
"If you know where it is," Sara said.
"My house, Lindsey said she'd love to have another playmate," Catherine said.
"All righty then," Sara said, she and Catherine walked arm in arm to Catherine's car.
"Hi, Sara," Lindsey said, coming up to meet them.
"Hi," Sara said.
"Wanna play tea party?" Lindsey asked.
"Sure," Sara said. "Catherine?" The question was more of a command.
"Why not," Catherine said.
"Yes," Lindsey said, grabbing Sara and skipping off.
Catherine paid the baby-sitter and went after them.
Sara walked into the kitchen where Lindsey had taken Sara. Lindsey had dressed Sara in a green dress and a puffy hat with a big purple feather sticking out.
Before Catherine could laugh, Lindsey stuffed something in her face.
"Wear this," Lindsey said.
Catherine looked at it. It was a bright pink dress and the hat had a yellow bow on it. Catherine looked at Lindsey who had on a purple dress that was about twice the size she was and a hat with what looked to be a stuffed bird on it.
"Somebody's been looking in the attic again," Catherine muttered to herself.
"Yes, Catherine, dear, do change quickly," Sara said evilly. Catherine gave her a look and put the dress on over her head.
"Yeah!" Lindsey exclaimed. "I made my famous blue tea."
"Blue tea, how interesting," Sara said.
"Sit and I will get it," Lindsey commanded.
The two women obliged.
"Go get the camera," Sara whispered to Catherine.
"I will, I really need to capture this," Catherine whispered back, she raised her voice. "Lindsey, may I please get the camera?"
"Yes, you may," Lindsey said in an authoritative voice.
Catherine quickly left the room. She came back just as Lindsey was putting the blue lemon-aide on the table.
"I am very happy you could join us, Ms. Sara," Lindsey said.
"It is my pleasure," Sara said as Lindsey poured the 'tea'.
"Sara, how are you feeling?" Catherine asked Sara.
"Well enough to go to work in a couple hours," Sara said.
"We'll see," Catherine said mischievously. "Sara, can you go get the napkins from the counter?"
"Sure," Sara said, she got up.
"Here," Sara said, putting the napkins onto the table.
The three continued to play tea party for about half an hour, with brief photo interruptions, until the doorbell rang.
"If you will excuse me, I must answer the door," Catherine said. She stood up an opened the door. It just happened to be Grissom.
"Catherine," he said, sounding surprised.
"What are you doing here, Grissom?" Catherine asked him.
"To speak with Sara. And may I compliment you on your, uh, attire," he said.
"We were playing a game," Catherine said in defense.
"I was complimenting you," he said, holding back laughter.
"Come in," Catherine said. When Grissom came through the door Catherine slapped the back of his head.
"Ouch," he said. Before he could retaliate, Catherine spoke up.
"Oh, Lindsey, dear, we have another guest," she called out. She led him into the kitchen.
"Oh, goody," Lindsey said. She got out another cup and handed it to Grissom.
"Actually, I need to speak to Sara," Grissom said, trying to get out of the situation.
"You can't speak to me until you drink some," Sara took a sip, squinted from the sourness, and spoke up, "of this delicious tea."
"Great," he said, taking a sip. He winced.
After he had played for ten minutes he said, "Sara, we do need to talk, if you feel up to it."
"I do," she said, Lindsey, I'll finish later, kay."
"Ok," Lindsey said, she sounded disappointed.
"Why don't you two talk in my office," Catherine said. She led the two up the stairs and to a room at the end of the hall.
"Great, thanks," Grissom said. Sara sat down in a chair.
"What is it you need to talk about?" Sara asked.
"What happened, I am on the case," Grissom said, sitting down in the chair across from hers.
"Where do I start?" Sara asked.
"The beginning is nice," Grissom said.
"Fine," Sara said.
*~Flashback~*
Sara gasped. In front of her was not Warrick, but a man with a gun.
"Who are you?" she asked him.
"My darling," he said. He moved forward as if to hug her, or to shoot her.
"Sir, put the gun down and move away," she said.
"Darling, don't you recognize me?" he asked her, coming even closer.
"Go away," she said. She pushed him away; that just made him mad.
His face turned red and he raised the gun over his head. It seemed in slow motion as he brought it down, hard, onto her head. Sara felt herself fall as she fell unconscious. Her hand let go of the swab and it flew into the grass beside her.
*~End Flashback~*
"So that's how he got you," Grissom said.
"No, really," Sara said sarcastically.
"What happened over the days you were gone?" Grissom asked.
Sara curled up in a ball in the chair and hugged her knees.
"I don't really want to talk about that right now," she said quietly.
"Ok, you just have to tell me sometime," Grissom said.
Grissom patted her shoulder and stood up to leave.
"Grissom, I'll see you at work," Sara said.
"We'll see," Grissom said.
A few minutes after she heard the door close and Grissom's car leave, Sara got up and went back to Lindsey and Catherine.
"How'd it go?" Catherine asked.
Sara shrugged and that was the end of it.
"Here, why don't you have some coffee," Catherine said, handing her a mug.
"Thanks," Sara said, taking the mug.
Sara took a sip.
"Mmm, this is good," Sara said.
"I'm so glad you like it," Catherine said.
"What time is it?" Sara asked.
"It's 2:01," Lindsey said proudly. "I can tell time now."
"Yes you can," Catherine said. "And do you know what time it is?"
Lindsey shook her head.
"Tickle time!" Catherine shouted.
Lindsey screamed and tried to run off but Catherine caught her. Lindsey's screams turned to laughter. Sara drank her coffee and laughed right along with them.
Sara yawned.
"You know, unlike you, I need sleep before I go to work. I am going to go take a nap," Sara said.
"Do you know where your room is?" Catherine asked.
"I'm assuming that it's the small room down the hall that has a bed, a dresser, and a light and is lacking any children's stuff," Sara said.
"Hey, you assumed," Catherine accused.
"Am I right?" Sara asked.
"Yup," Catherine said.
"Good," Sara said.
Sara put the empty coffee cup on the table and went to her room. She didn't even bother to take off her shoes. Sara fell onto the bed and immediately fell asleep.
The doctors released Sara later the next day.
"You have only slight memory loss," Dr. Mahon said, "the weight you lost will come back soon."
"But I am completely healthy?" Sara asked.
"If you weren't, I wouldn't be releasing you," Dr. Mahon said. "But I want to see you next week for a check-up."
"Fine," Sara said. They stood up and shook hands. Dr. Mahon escorted her out of his office where a wheelchair was waiting for her.
"You know I have to ask why," she said.
He shrugged. "Hospital policy."
"Damn," Sara said, she sat down.
A nurse rolled her out of the building where the team was waiting for her.
"What's with the chair?" Nick asked her.
"Hospital policy," she said.
"Oh, just give me a hug," Nick said. Sara and Nick hugged.
"We're so glad your ok," Warrick said, giving her a hug.
"Um, hi Sara, I'm sorry I couldn't come last night," Greg said shyly.
"It's ok Greg," Sara said, hugging him. Greg looked like he had just won the lottery.
"I was so worried about you," Grissom said, he hugged her the longest.
Catherine hugged Sara, "so, are you ready to go to your temporary home?" she asked.
"If you know where it is," Sara said.
"My house, Lindsey said she'd love to have another playmate," Catherine said.
"All righty then," Sara said, she and Catherine walked arm in arm to Catherine's car.
"Hi, Sara," Lindsey said, coming up to meet them.
"Hi," Sara said.
"Wanna play tea party?" Lindsey asked.
"Sure," Sara said. "Catherine?" The question was more of a command.
"Why not," Catherine said.
"Yes," Lindsey said, grabbing Sara and skipping off.
Catherine paid the baby-sitter and went after them.
Sara walked into the kitchen where Lindsey had taken Sara. Lindsey had dressed Sara in a green dress and a puffy hat with a big purple feather sticking out.
Before Catherine could laugh, Lindsey stuffed something in her face.
"Wear this," Lindsey said.
Catherine looked at it. It was a bright pink dress and the hat had a yellow bow on it. Catherine looked at Lindsey who had on a purple dress that was about twice the size she was and a hat with what looked to be a stuffed bird on it.
"Somebody's been looking in the attic again," Catherine muttered to herself.
"Yes, Catherine, dear, do change quickly," Sara said evilly. Catherine gave her a look and put the dress on over her head.
"Yeah!" Lindsey exclaimed. "I made my famous blue tea."
"Blue tea, how interesting," Sara said.
"Sit and I will get it," Lindsey commanded.
The two women obliged.
"Go get the camera," Sara whispered to Catherine.
"I will, I really need to capture this," Catherine whispered back, she raised her voice. "Lindsey, may I please get the camera?"
"Yes, you may," Lindsey said in an authoritative voice.
Catherine quickly left the room. She came back just as Lindsey was putting the blue lemon-aide on the table.
"I am very happy you could join us, Ms. Sara," Lindsey said.
"It is my pleasure," Sara said as Lindsey poured the 'tea'.
"Sara, how are you feeling?" Catherine asked Sara.
"Well enough to go to work in a couple hours," Sara said.
"We'll see," Catherine said mischievously. "Sara, can you go get the napkins from the counter?"
"Sure," Sara said, she got up.
"Here," Sara said, putting the napkins onto the table.
The three continued to play tea party for about half an hour, with brief photo interruptions, until the doorbell rang.
"If you will excuse me, I must answer the door," Catherine said. She stood up an opened the door. It just happened to be Grissom.
"Catherine," he said, sounding surprised.
"What are you doing here, Grissom?" Catherine asked him.
"To speak with Sara. And may I compliment you on your, uh, attire," he said.
"We were playing a game," Catherine said in defense.
"I was complimenting you," he said, holding back laughter.
"Come in," Catherine said. When Grissom came through the door Catherine slapped the back of his head.
"Ouch," he said. Before he could retaliate, Catherine spoke up.
"Oh, Lindsey, dear, we have another guest," she called out. She led him into the kitchen.
"Oh, goody," Lindsey said. She got out another cup and handed it to Grissom.
"Actually, I need to speak to Sara," Grissom said, trying to get out of the situation.
"You can't speak to me until you drink some," Sara took a sip, squinted from the sourness, and spoke up, "of this delicious tea."
"Great," he said, taking a sip. He winced.
After he had played for ten minutes he said, "Sara, we do need to talk, if you feel up to it."
"I do," she said, Lindsey, I'll finish later, kay."
"Ok," Lindsey said, she sounded disappointed.
"Why don't you two talk in my office," Catherine said. She led the two up the stairs and to a room at the end of the hall.
"Great, thanks," Grissom said. Sara sat down in a chair.
"What is it you need to talk about?" Sara asked.
"What happened, I am on the case," Grissom said, sitting down in the chair across from hers.
"Where do I start?" Sara asked.
"The beginning is nice," Grissom said.
"Fine," Sara said.
*~Flashback~*
Sara gasped. In front of her was not Warrick, but a man with a gun.
"Who are you?" she asked him.
"My darling," he said. He moved forward as if to hug her, or to shoot her.
"Sir, put the gun down and move away," she said.
"Darling, don't you recognize me?" he asked her, coming even closer.
"Go away," she said. She pushed him away; that just made him mad.
His face turned red and he raised the gun over his head. It seemed in slow motion as he brought it down, hard, onto her head. Sara felt herself fall as she fell unconscious. Her hand let go of the swab and it flew into the grass beside her.
*~End Flashback~*
"So that's how he got you," Grissom said.
"No, really," Sara said sarcastically.
"What happened over the days you were gone?" Grissom asked.
Sara curled up in a ball in the chair and hugged her knees.
"I don't really want to talk about that right now," she said quietly.
"Ok, you just have to tell me sometime," Grissom said.
Grissom patted her shoulder and stood up to leave.
"Grissom, I'll see you at work," Sara said.
"We'll see," Grissom said.
A few minutes after she heard the door close and Grissom's car leave, Sara got up and went back to Lindsey and Catherine.
"How'd it go?" Catherine asked.
Sara shrugged and that was the end of it.
"Here, why don't you have some coffee," Catherine said, handing her a mug.
"Thanks," Sara said, taking the mug.
Sara took a sip.
"Mmm, this is good," Sara said.
"I'm so glad you like it," Catherine said.
"What time is it?" Sara asked.
"It's 2:01," Lindsey said proudly. "I can tell time now."
"Yes you can," Catherine said. "And do you know what time it is?"
Lindsey shook her head.
"Tickle time!" Catherine shouted.
Lindsey screamed and tried to run off but Catherine caught her. Lindsey's screams turned to laughter. Sara drank her coffee and laughed right along with them.
Sara yawned.
"You know, unlike you, I need sleep before I go to work. I am going to go take a nap," Sara said.
"Do you know where your room is?" Catherine asked.
"I'm assuming that it's the small room down the hall that has a bed, a dresser, and a light and is lacking any children's stuff," Sara said.
"Hey, you assumed," Catherine accused.
"Am I right?" Sara asked.
"Yup," Catherine said.
"Good," Sara said.
Sara put the empty coffee cup on the table and went to her room. She didn't even bother to take off her shoes. Sara fell onto the bed and immediately fell asleep.