Sara was so bored; she was actually counting the ceiling tiles. Dr. Mahon
said she would be released soon, but Sara knew that that meant a couple of
days. This was very annoying because Sara felt fine, a little sore, but
fine. Sara also knew that after she was released she wouldn't be let inside
the lab for at least a week. Sara was plotting her escape when her friends
came in.
"Grissom! Catherine! Nick! Warrick! What a pleasant surprise, I wasn't expecting you," Sara said cheerfully. Catherine was immediately on her guard.
"You seem better Sara," Grissom said.
"Please, let me out of here before I die of boredom," Sara pleaded.
"No can do, I don't own the hospital," Grissom replied.
"Then give me something to do! I'll…I'll…I'll do paperwork," she said desperately.
"You are desperate," Warrick said, obviously humored by Sara's boredom.
"I've counted the ceiling tiles two and a half times," Sara said smugly.
"We'll get you something," Catherine said, patting her hand. "Once you start counting ceiling tiles, you're going insane."
"So, how do you feel?" Warrick asked.
"Nearly 100% (she new they would never believe 100)! I want to go! I am not even allowed to get up by myself! I am surprised that they even let me breathe on my own!" Sara yelled, waving her arms in the air.
Grissom smiled and pulled her hand down to the bed. "Don't worry Sara, you'll be out of here in no time," he said, trying to console her.
"Ha! That's what everyone says, but you know as well as I that they have been given orders to keep me here; and I don't like it!" Sara exclaimed, pointing a finger at Grissom to show that she thought he was responsible.
Grissom smiled and his beeper went off.
"I'm sorry Sara, but we have to go," Grissom said, he turned to leave.
"Sorry, girl," Nick said, he and Warrick turned after Grissom.
Catherine gave Sara a friendly squeeze on her arm and followed.
Sara watched them leave intently. Before Grissom walked out the door, he saw something fall out of his pocket, no one else noticed. She was about to say something but she thought better of it and closed her mouth. When she could not hear their footsteps any more, she retrieved it.
"It was nice to see her act like herself," Nick said.
Catherine, who was thinking to herself, only sighed in response.
"Earth to Catherine. Wassup Cath? You aint talking much," Warrick said, waving a hand in front of her face.
"I think we should get someone to guard her," Catherine said.
"Why? Do you think he will come after her in the hospital?" Grissom asked, concerned.
"No, but I think that she'll escape, or try to; I could see it in her eyes," Catherine said.
"That's not something Sara would do. She's too smart for that," Grissom said, but he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
"We have been pushing her to it," Catherine said, she walked off.
"Sometimes I think that women always know more than they let on," Nick said.
"I agree," Warrick said.
"I'll call Brass to get someone," Grissom said.
Sara looked at the folded piece of paper in her hand. After much deliberation, her conscience lost and a thought of 'finders keepers' won; she opened it.
"16832 Main Street road, Plot 3869B," she read to herself. "I bet this is where Christine is," she said aloud.
"Who?" Dr. Mahon asked, coming into the room.
"A friend of mine," Sara lied.
"Oh! Another friend! She isn't coming, is she?" Dr. Mahon said, feigning panic.
He was being so silly that Sara had to smile (laughing hurt her).
"There. That's better than that frown you keep posted on your face," he said triumphantly. "It's time for your check up."
Sara stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"I know you love it, but passing means you can go home," Dr. Mahon said.
Upon hearing this, Sara instantly behaved.
"There's a good girl," Dr. Mahon praised her.
"Dr. Mahon, have you ever considered pediatrics?" Sara asked.
"Once," he said, thinking, "but I like adults better. They cry and scream less."
"You'd be good at it," Sara pointed out.
"You're the fifth person to tell me that," Dr. Mahon said, Sara raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Today."
Sara started to laugh, which hurt, "don't you think somebody's giving you a hint?"
Dr. Mahon pretended to think for a minute. "Naw. Now, that wasn't so bad."
"You're done?" Sara said incredulously.
"No, just the blood work," he said happily, Sara gave him a look.
"Hey, between checkups, can I at least walk around the hospital?" Sara asked.
"Unfortunately, it's hospital policy that patients stay in their rooms, especially patients that are recovering from critical condition."
"Then what am I supposed to do all day?" Sara exclaimed.
Dr. Mahon handed her the remote to the television, "play couch potato," he said, "now hold still or I'll send the very energetic kids down here," he threatened.
Sara grudgingly obeyed him, cursing herself for going home, and Grissom for making her angry. Sara continued to plot her escape.
"How's Sara?" Greg asked when he noticed Grissom coming into the lab.
"Good. Alive. Very bored, but alive," Grissom answered.
"Good. Um, I'm not sure if she's still on the case, but I have her results from the second scene," Greg said.
"She's not, but I am," Grissom said; he took the results from Greg.
"I will have the rest of the results soon," Greg said.
"Good, I will need them ASAP," Grissom told Greg, he walked into his office.
"Grissom! Catherine! Nick! Warrick! What a pleasant surprise, I wasn't expecting you," Sara said cheerfully. Catherine was immediately on her guard.
"You seem better Sara," Grissom said.
"Please, let me out of here before I die of boredom," Sara pleaded.
"No can do, I don't own the hospital," Grissom replied.
"Then give me something to do! I'll…I'll…I'll do paperwork," she said desperately.
"You are desperate," Warrick said, obviously humored by Sara's boredom.
"I've counted the ceiling tiles two and a half times," Sara said smugly.
"We'll get you something," Catherine said, patting her hand. "Once you start counting ceiling tiles, you're going insane."
"So, how do you feel?" Warrick asked.
"Nearly 100% (she new they would never believe 100)! I want to go! I am not even allowed to get up by myself! I am surprised that they even let me breathe on my own!" Sara yelled, waving her arms in the air.
Grissom smiled and pulled her hand down to the bed. "Don't worry Sara, you'll be out of here in no time," he said, trying to console her.
"Ha! That's what everyone says, but you know as well as I that they have been given orders to keep me here; and I don't like it!" Sara exclaimed, pointing a finger at Grissom to show that she thought he was responsible.
Grissom smiled and his beeper went off.
"I'm sorry Sara, but we have to go," Grissom said, he turned to leave.
"Sorry, girl," Nick said, he and Warrick turned after Grissom.
Catherine gave Sara a friendly squeeze on her arm and followed.
Sara watched them leave intently. Before Grissom walked out the door, he saw something fall out of his pocket, no one else noticed. She was about to say something but she thought better of it and closed her mouth. When she could not hear their footsteps any more, she retrieved it.
"It was nice to see her act like herself," Nick said.
Catherine, who was thinking to herself, only sighed in response.
"Earth to Catherine. Wassup Cath? You aint talking much," Warrick said, waving a hand in front of her face.
"I think we should get someone to guard her," Catherine said.
"Why? Do you think he will come after her in the hospital?" Grissom asked, concerned.
"No, but I think that she'll escape, or try to; I could see it in her eyes," Catherine said.
"That's not something Sara would do. She's too smart for that," Grissom said, but he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
"We have been pushing her to it," Catherine said, she walked off.
"Sometimes I think that women always know more than they let on," Nick said.
"I agree," Warrick said.
"I'll call Brass to get someone," Grissom said.
Sara looked at the folded piece of paper in her hand. After much deliberation, her conscience lost and a thought of 'finders keepers' won; she opened it.
"16832 Main Street road, Plot 3869B," she read to herself. "I bet this is where Christine is," she said aloud.
"Who?" Dr. Mahon asked, coming into the room.
"A friend of mine," Sara lied.
"Oh! Another friend! She isn't coming, is she?" Dr. Mahon said, feigning panic.
He was being so silly that Sara had to smile (laughing hurt her).
"There. That's better than that frown you keep posted on your face," he said triumphantly. "It's time for your check up."
Sara stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"I know you love it, but passing means you can go home," Dr. Mahon said.
Upon hearing this, Sara instantly behaved.
"There's a good girl," Dr. Mahon praised her.
"Dr. Mahon, have you ever considered pediatrics?" Sara asked.
"Once," he said, thinking, "but I like adults better. They cry and scream less."
"You'd be good at it," Sara pointed out.
"You're the fifth person to tell me that," Dr. Mahon said, Sara raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Today."
Sara started to laugh, which hurt, "don't you think somebody's giving you a hint?"
Dr. Mahon pretended to think for a minute. "Naw. Now, that wasn't so bad."
"You're done?" Sara said incredulously.
"No, just the blood work," he said happily, Sara gave him a look.
"Hey, between checkups, can I at least walk around the hospital?" Sara asked.
"Unfortunately, it's hospital policy that patients stay in their rooms, especially patients that are recovering from critical condition."
"Then what am I supposed to do all day?" Sara exclaimed.
Dr. Mahon handed her the remote to the television, "play couch potato," he said, "now hold still or I'll send the very energetic kids down here," he threatened.
Sara grudgingly obeyed him, cursing herself for going home, and Grissom for making her angry. Sara continued to plot her escape.
"How's Sara?" Greg asked when he noticed Grissom coming into the lab.
"Good. Alive. Very bored, but alive," Grissom answered.
"Good. Um, I'm not sure if she's still on the case, but I have her results from the second scene," Greg said.
"She's not, but I am," Grissom said; he took the results from Greg.
"I will have the rest of the results soon," Greg said.
"Good, I will need them ASAP," Grissom told Greg, he walked into his office.