I want to say that, as horrible as this seems, I wish that I had just shot
Sara instead of hitting her over the head. Head injuries are hard to write
about and I will never ever write about anyone getting hit in the head
again. Well this is my medical chapter and I TRIED to get it all right, I
even read the Nurse's Bible, but if there is something spelled wrong or
just plain wrong in here please look over it and remember that I really did
try.
Dedication: I've decided that I needed to dedicate this chapter to my grandma the nurse who didn't ask questions, even when I asked her the consequences of getting hit by a 2x4 and lying in a parking lot bleeding profoundly.
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone…except for Jordan Dodds and Dr. Bair. I own someone again. That makes three characters total. I feel so…so…there are no words.
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They had taken Sara's Tahoe back to the garage and Greg had put everything else aside to check out the fingerprints they had lifted from the board. Warrick and Nick were processing the car and Grissom was going out to the hospital to visit Sara. He was halfway out the door when Greg caught up to him.
"I've got a match on the prints you gave me." He stated, the usually pride not audible in his voice. Grissom stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at Greg, for the first time actually glad to see him.
"Jordan Dodds, seventeen, been reported missing for three months."
"Well it looks like we've found him doesn't it?" Grissom said bitterly. "Tell Brass and let him know I want everyone he has out looking for this bastard."
"There's something else you might want to know about this guy…." Greg started but Grissom was already out the door.
*~*
"Ms. Sidle has lost a quite a bit of blood, which will leave her weak for a while," Dr. Bair told Grissom as she looked down at the chart she was holding, "and she has a severe concussion. There are not, however, any signs of rape or any other injuries besides the one to her head."
Grissom nodded "Is there any permanent damage?" He asked hoping that the anxiety in his voice was only audible to him. Dr. Bair flipped a page on her clipboard and shook her head.
"It's always hard to tell right away with head injuries but so far she's responded nicely to all the tests we've run. Her CAT scan showed no swollen blood vessels, arteries, or damaged brain tissue and she seems to have no loss of memory. We're going to keep her for a while longer though, we want to watch out for signs of Sub zero Hemetoma."
"Bleeding under the brain covering." Grissom said to quietly to himself.
"Why yes Mr. Grissom," Dr. Bair said sounding impressed. "So do you understand that if we don't catch it in time it there will be nothing that we can do?" He nodded his head slowly. She adjusted her glasses and continued "If she doesn't show any of the signs in a few days then we're going to send her home. We'll want someone to keep an eye on her most of the time, make sure she's ok, and be sure that we can catch the bleeding if the signs show up later. Do you know the signs Mr. Grissom?"
"Head aches, vision problems and loss of felling are some." He answered slowly, racking his brain for the correct answer.
Dr. Bair smiled at him, "I see she's in good hands," her eyes went back down to her clipboard "and yes you can see her." She answered the question she had seen in his eyes for the last half an hour. Grissom nodded gratefully at her and turned to walk down to the room where Sara lay. "You know," Dr. Bair started waiting for Grissom to turn and face her before finishing her thought. "All things considered I think she'll be fine. I'm somewhat surprised that's she's in as good of a condition that she's in now. She's a fighter."
Grissom's eyes met Dr. Bair's for a brief second and he saw compassion, a person that really did care about Sara. He gave her a small smile in appreciation and entered her room.
*~*
The whisper of his name was so quite he wasn't sure if he had really heard it or had just wanted to hear it. Grissom looked over at the bed, somewhat hidden by the all the medical equipment and saw two glazed brown eyes looking up at him. His heart broke seeing Sara in such a condition but he forced a smile and sat down in the hard plastic chair by her bed. "How are you?" He asked not sure what else to say.
"My head hurts." She shut her eyes for a moment and sighed. When she opened them she was staring at the ceiling. "They won't let me go home." She quietly whispered before sending her glazed look towards Grissom. "I want to go home." If he had thought his heart had been breaking before he really didn't know what to think about the pain he felt now. He took her small hand and held it.
"You'll get to go home soon, I promise." She smiled as if he had just given her the world and shut her eyes. He sat there for a moment before gently putting her hand down and slowly starting for the door. As he turned the doorknob he heard his name again, a little stronger this time. He turned to look at her.
"Thank you."
He couldn't hide the curiosity in his voice. "For what?"
"For being easy to love." She gave him a small smile before shutting her drugged eyes and turning to face the opposite wall. He felt his breath leave his body as he left the room. What had she meant by that?
He tried to place her statement as he quickly walked towards his car. She was under some powerful drugs. She could have meant anything…including what he wanted it to mean. Hell, she could have meant nothing, just some meaningless words said while on enough drugs to keep most hippies happy for a while.
His mind raced thinking of the possibilities as he drove. "She probably just meant as a friend. I mean she was under the influence of Lord knows what." He tried to convince himself aloud under the security of his Tahoe. But what if she did mean it the way he wanted? "It wouldn't work out anyway. I mean there's the age difference and I really don't want to be involved with someone from work."
The excuse sounded lame, even to him. He knew that he wanted to be with Sara and the possibility that she wanted to be with him as well….he didn't know what to think. Grissom felt confused, he needed to talk to someone. Without bothering to glance at the clock he picked up his cell phone and automatically dialed the number.
"This had better be pretty fu…."
"Catherine?" Grissom interrupted her swears as he remembered to look down at the time. He winced, four in the morning, no wonder.
"Gil? Is everything alright?" The anger in her voice was replaced by concern.
"No, it's Sara"
*~*
I'm really not sure I like this chapter, the whole thing with Grissom in his car….but just staring at it is not going to change it into something I like…so…if it's crap, sorry.
Dedication: I've decided that I needed to dedicate this chapter to my grandma the nurse who didn't ask questions, even when I asked her the consequences of getting hit by a 2x4 and lying in a parking lot bleeding profoundly.
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone…except for Jordan Dodds and Dr. Bair. I own someone again. That makes three characters total. I feel so…so…there are no words.
*~*
They had taken Sara's Tahoe back to the garage and Greg had put everything else aside to check out the fingerprints they had lifted from the board. Warrick and Nick were processing the car and Grissom was going out to the hospital to visit Sara. He was halfway out the door when Greg caught up to him.
"I've got a match on the prints you gave me." He stated, the usually pride not audible in his voice. Grissom stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at Greg, for the first time actually glad to see him.
"Jordan Dodds, seventeen, been reported missing for three months."
"Well it looks like we've found him doesn't it?" Grissom said bitterly. "Tell Brass and let him know I want everyone he has out looking for this bastard."
"There's something else you might want to know about this guy…." Greg started but Grissom was already out the door.
*~*
"Ms. Sidle has lost a quite a bit of blood, which will leave her weak for a while," Dr. Bair told Grissom as she looked down at the chart she was holding, "and she has a severe concussion. There are not, however, any signs of rape or any other injuries besides the one to her head."
Grissom nodded "Is there any permanent damage?" He asked hoping that the anxiety in his voice was only audible to him. Dr. Bair flipped a page on her clipboard and shook her head.
"It's always hard to tell right away with head injuries but so far she's responded nicely to all the tests we've run. Her CAT scan showed no swollen blood vessels, arteries, or damaged brain tissue and she seems to have no loss of memory. We're going to keep her for a while longer though, we want to watch out for signs of Sub zero Hemetoma."
"Bleeding under the brain covering." Grissom said to quietly to himself.
"Why yes Mr. Grissom," Dr. Bair said sounding impressed. "So do you understand that if we don't catch it in time it there will be nothing that we can do?" He nodded his head slowly. She adjusted her glasses and continued "If she doesn't show any of the signs in a few days then we're going to send her home. We'll want someone to keep an eye on her most of the time, make sure she's ok, and be sure that we can catch the bleeding if the signs show up later. Do you know the signs Mr. Grissom?"
"Head aches, vision problems and loss of felling are some." He answered slowly, racking his brain for the correct answer.
Dr. Bair smiled at him, "I see she's in good hands," her eyes went back down to her clipboard "and yes you can see her." She answered the question she had seen in his eyes for the last half an hour. Grissom nodded gratefully at her and turned to walk down to the room where Sara lay. "You know," Dr. Bair started waiting for Grissom to turn and face her before finishing her thought. "All things considered I think she'll be fine. I'm somewhat surprised that's she's in as good of a condition that she's in now. She's a fighter."
Grissom's eyes met Dr. Bair's for a brief second and he saw compassion, a person that really did care about Sara. He gave her a small smile in appreciation and entered her room.
*~*
The whisper of his name was so quite he wasn't sure if he had really heard it or had just wanted to hear it. Grissom looked over at the bed, somewhat hidden by the all the medical equipment and saw two glazed brown eyes looking up at him. His heart broke seeing Sara in such a condition but he forced a smile and sat down in the hard plastic chair by her bed. "How are you?" He asked not sure what else to say.
"My head hurts." She shut her eyes for a moment and sighed. When she opened them she was staring at the ceiling. "They won't let me go home." She quietly whispered before sending her glazed look towards Grissom. "I want to go home." If he had thought his heart had been breaking before he really didn't know what to think about the pain he felt now. He took her small hand and held it.
"You'll get to go home soon, I promise." She smiled as if he had just given her the world and shut her eyes. He sat there for a moment before gently putting her hand down and slowly starting for the door. As he turned the doorknob he heard his name again, a little stronger this time. He turned to look at her.
"Thank you."
He couldn't hide the curiosity in his voice. "For what?"
"For being easy to love." She gave him a small smile before shutting her drugged eyes and turning to face the opposite wall. He felt his breath leave his body as he left the room. What had she meant by that?
He tried to place her statement as he quickly walked towards his car. She was under some powerful drugs. She could have meant anything…including what he wanted it to mean. Hell, she could have meant nothing, just some meaningless words said while on enough drugs to keep most hippies happy for a while.
His mind raced thinking of the possibilities as he drove. "She probably just meant as a friend. I mean she was under the influence of Lord knows what." He tried to convince himself aloud under the security of his Tahoe. But what if she did mean it the way he wanted? "It wouldn't work out anyway. I mean there's the age difference and I really don't want to be involved with someone from work."
The excuse sounded lame, even to him. He knew that he wanted to be with Sara and the possibility that she wanted to be with him as well….he didn't know what to think. Grissom felt confused, he needed to talk to someone. Without bothering to glance at the clock he picked up his cell phone and automatically dialed the number.
"This had better be pretty fu…."
"Catherine?" Grissom interrupted her swears as he remembered to look down at the time. He winced, four in the morning, no wonder.
"Gil? Is everything alright?" The anger in her voice was replaced by concern.
"No, it's Sara"
*~*
I'm really not sure I like this chapter, the whole thing with Grissom in his car….but just staring at it is not going to change it into something I like…so…if it's crap, sorry.
