He leaves the room and doesn't look back. Regrets. So many regrets. He's
surrounded by death and yet, there's one passing he cannot bear to see;
Sara's.
Should she leave him, he prefers not to see it.
Warrick looks at him with expectant eyes, but he can offer no reassurances.
Catherine's head is bowed and she doesn't look up. Nick is in the same state he's been in since this nightmare began.
Grissom glances back down the long corridor and holds his breath as the doctor exits the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*
She hovers between consciousness and the fogginess of oblivion; fights desperately to grab hold of the fragile rope that leads her safely back to the world she's always known.
Breathing always was something that she never thought about, until now as she struggles for each breath.
As she comes to the surface, voices float all around her.
"Sara?"
She can't reply, of course. Catherine's voice continues calling for her, and all she can manage is a whimper.
"Sara?"
Warrick now. Standing near her head. She can feel his gentle hands running through her hair.
Finally, her eyes open and a bright flash greets her at first, only to fade into the smiling faces of her friends, her "family."
Nick's arms are crossed, but he immediately drops them and runs a hand gently up her arm, just wanting to feel the warmth of her life.
Warrick leans down and drops a kiss onto her head.
"Welcome back, Sara. We...we missed you."
Sara turns her head towards Catherine's soothing voice. She vaguely remembers what happened, but her eyes question.
"We'll talk about it later. But, I think you need some rest."
She wants to protest, but her body thinks differently. She fights though, for there's one face she hasn't seen yet- the one she wants the most: Grissom's.
Warrick, picking up on this, calmly states, "We'll go get him."
Catherine leans down and gives Sara what can only be described as a hug. Nick plants a kiss on Sara's cheek, and though his eyes show nothing but happiness on the surface, Sara sees a deep sadness and guilt underneath and she mentally reminds herself to ask him about this.
With that, they are gone and silence envelops the room. Sara fights her drooping eyelids and is just about to doze off when footsteps enter the doorway.
Grissom is standing there with a mixture of emotions in his eyes. He walks to her side with a purpose and uncertainty at the same time.
With all the strength she can muster, Sara stretches out her hand and watches as Grissom cradles it as though it is a lifeline; the only thing binding her stay on this earth. He knows she is alive, and that merely letting go of her hand will not change this, but he clings to her nonetheless with a ferocity that scares her and thrills her at the same time.
"Grissom..."
Her throat is raspy and all she can manage is a croak of a word masked with sleepiness that is barely above a whisper. He, however, cherishes the word in its simplicity.
"Sara, why don't you get some rest?"
Damnit, she thinks. Sleeping is the last thing she wants to do, but it's coming over her like a tidal wave and unconsciousness is imminent. She has so much she wants to say to him, and she can tell he too feels the same. He reaches up to turn off the light and for a moment, she panics, but the continued pressure of his hand reassures her.
She wants to ask him, but can't form a complete sentence just yet, so he answers it for her.
"I'll stay here all night, Sara."
She loves the sound of his voice and it helps to ease her into a peaceful oblivion.
Just before she drifts off, he kisses her forehead and whispers, "There's no where else I'd rather be."
*~*~*~*~*~*
THE END
Well, I didn't want the ending to be too sappy...I'm saving those kinds of endings for some more CSI fics I've got in the making.
In closing, I just want to give a huge thanks to everyone who reviewed and who read and enjoyed my story. You guys are just awesome and thanks for the encouragement and kind words.
So...what do ya think? Did it stink, or would you like to read some more of my stories in the near future?
Should she leave him, he prefers not to see it.
Warrick looks at him with expectant eyes, but he can offer no reassurances.
Catherine's head is bowed and she doesn't look up. Nick is in the same state he's been in since this nightmare began.
Grissom glances back down the long corridor and holds his breath as the doctor exits the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*
She hovers between consciousness and the fogginess of oblivion; fights desperately to grab hold of the fragile rope that leads her safely back to the world she's always known.
Breathing always was something that she never thought about, until now as she struggles for each breath.
As she comes to the surface, voices float all around her.
"Sara?"
She can't reply, of course. Catherine's voice continues calling for her, and all she can manage is a whimper.
"Sara?"
Warrick now. Standing near her head. She can feel his gentle hands running through her hair.
Finally, her eyes open and a bright flash greets her at first, only to fade into the smiling faces of her friends, her "family."
Nick's arms are crossed, but he immediately drops them and runs a hand gently up her arm, just wanting to feel the warmth of her life.
Warrick leans down and drops a kiss onto her head.
"Welcome back, Sara. We...we missed you."
Sara turns her head towards Catherine's soothing voice. She vaguely remembers what happened, but her eyes question.
"We'll talk about it later. But, I think you need some rest."
She wants to protest, but her body thinks differently. She fights though, for there's one face she hasn't seen yet- the one she wants the most: Grissom's.
Warrick, picking up on this, calmly states, "We'll go get him."
Catherine leans down and gives Sara what can only be described as a hug. Nick plants a kiss on Sara's cheek, and though his eyes show nothing but happiness on the surface, Sara sees a deep sadness and guilt underneath and she mentally reminds herself to ask him about this.
With that, they are gone and silence envelops the room. Sara fights her drooping eyelids and is just about to doze off when footsteps enter the doorway.
Grissom is standing there with a mixture of emotions in his eyes. He walks to her side with a purpose and uncertainty at the same time.
With all the strength she can muster, Sara stretches out her hand and watches as Grissom cradles it as though it is a lifeline; the only thing binding her stay on this earth. He knows she is alive, and that merely letting go of her hand will not change this, but he clings to her nonetheless with a ferocity that scares her and thrills her at the same time.
"Grissom..."
Her throat is raspy and all she can manage is a croak of a word masked with sleepiness that is barely above a whisper. He, however, cherishes the word in its simplicity.
"Sara, why don't you get some rest?"
Damnit, she thinks. Sleeping is the last thing she wants to do, but it's coming over her like a tidal wave and unconsciousness is imminent. She has so much she wants to say to him, and she can tell he too feels the same. He reaches up to turn off the light and for a moment, she panics, but the continued pressure of his hand reassures her.
She wants to ask him, but can't form a complete sentence just yet, so he answers it for her.
"I'll stay here all night, Sara."
She loves the sound of his voice and it helps to ease her into a peaceful oblivion.
Just before she drifts off, he kisses her forehead and whispers, "There's no where else I'd rather be."
*~*~*~*~*~*
THE END
Well, I didn't want the ending to be too sappy...I'm saving those kinds of endings for some more CSI fics I've got in the making.
In closing, I just want to give a huge thanks to everyone who reviewed and who read and enjoyed my story. You guys are just awesome and thanks for the encouragement and kind words.
So...what do ya think? Did it stink, or would you like to read some more of my stories in the near future?
