Here is chapter 18. please R+R, Thankyou to those who have, and also to
Geena my beta. They aren't mine I just put them in bizarre situations.
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Chapter 18 Sara felt the first bullet graze her neck. She didn't feel a second one, but Felton did. He had doubled over, a clear bullet hole slicing through his skin, past his kidney, and out his back. His knees hit the floor with a heavy thud.
Sara opened her eyes and looked at Felton. Her neck was throbbing, but she had heard Felton's cries. She saw her attacker moaning on the floor, his hands desperately trying to stop the bleeding by applying pressure to his wound. Sara slowly looked across the room, towards the door, to see Grissom, still holding his gun. He seemed shocked. Then she looked closely and saw that the emotions running through his eyes resembled anger.
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Grissom stared at the man he had just shot. A man he had trusted the love of his life to. He had never felt this kind of hatred for another human being before, and if he was honest with himself, it scared him. He broke out of his self-induced trance to see Sara, handcuffed to the gas pipe, tears running down her face, staring at him. He lowered his gun, ran over and uncuffed her. Then he took her in his arms, holding her, trying to make their pain go away.
Slowly, he pulled away and looked into her eyes. She was so beautiful, so perfect, she was Sara. He never wanted to let go of her again. She leaned up and kissed him. As she pulled away, he saw her neck. He hadn't realized she had been hit. The blood wasn't stopping. His stomach churned. He had never seen someone he loved bleeding before.
'Sara, you're bleeding does it hurt?'
'A little.'
'I'm going to call an ambulance.' Sara tried to nod her head but stopped as she felt the pain searing outward from her gash. Grissom didn't fail to notice this.
Grissom called the ambulance and turned back to Sara.
'It's going to be ok.'
'I know Grissom. I love you.' He was shocked. He had heard the words before, long ago, but never like this.
'I love you too Sara and I'm not going anywhere, neither are you.'
'Gris if the ambulance doesn't get here.'
'Since when does Sara Sidle give up?'
'But.'
'No buts. I love you Sara, and you are going to hear those words every day for the rest of our lives, and our lives are not going to end today.'
Sara had always been stubborn and untrusting. She doubted if she had ever fully trusted anyone, after Justin. But as she looked into his eyes, she believed and trusted him.
'Grissom, you know how you asked me if I could trust you.'
'Yes.' He tried to hide the trepidation in his voice.
'I trust you, completely.' She smiled one of the smiles that lit up his world. No more words needed to be said, they understood each other completely.
The ambulance officers came barging through the door that Grissom had already beaten down. They asked him to step back, asked her several questions before bandaging her neck and loading her on to the stretcher. But even though they had forced Grissom further away from her so they could do their jobs, they couldn't break their eye contact.
Grissom rode with Sara to the hospital. The ambulance officers had taken one look at Felton's dead body and called the crime lab. Grissom didn't say anything. Although he did wonder how the day shift was going to process a scene when Ecklie had a broken nose.
Chapter 18 Sara felt the first bullet graze her neck. She didn't feel a second one, but Felton did. He had doubled over, a clear bullet hole slicing through his skin, past his kidney, and out his back. His knees hit the floor with a heavy thud.
Sara opened her eyes and looked at Felton. Her neck was throbbing, but she had heard Felton's cries. She saw her attacker moaning on the floor, his hands desperately trying to stop the bleeding by applying pressure to his wound. Sara slowly looked across the room, towards the door, to see Grissom, still holding his gun. He seemed shocked. Then she looked closely and saw that the emotions running through his eyes resembled anger.
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Grissom stared at the man he had just shot. A man he had trusted the love of his life to. He had never felt this kind of hatred for another human being before, and if he was honest with himself, it scared him. He broke out of his self-induced trance to see Sara, handcuffed to the gas pipe, tears running down her face, staring at him. He lowered his gun, ran over and uncuffed her. Then he took her in his arms, holding her, trying to make their pain go away.
Slowly, he pulled away and looked into her eyes. She was so beautiful, so perfect, she was Sara. He never wanted to let go of her again. She leaned up and kissed him. As she pulled away, he saw her neck. He hadn't realized she had been hit. The blood wasn't stopping. His stomach churned. He had never seen someone he loved bleeding before.
'Sara, you're bleeding does it hurt?'
'A little.'
'I'm going to call an ambulance.' Sara tried to nod her head but stopped as she felt the pain searing outward from her gash. Grissom didn't fail to notice this.
Grissom called the ambulance and turned back to Sara.
'It's going to be ok.'
'I know Grissom. I love you.' He was shocked. He had heard the words before, long ago, but never like this.
'I love you too Sara and I'm not going anywhere, neither are you.'
'Gris if the ambulance doesn't get here.'
'Since when does Sara Sidle give up?'
'But.'
'No buts. I love you Sara, and you are going to hear those words every day for the rest of our lives, and our lives are not going to end today.'
Sara had always been stubborn and untrusting. She doubted if she had ever fully trusted anyone, after Justin. But as she looked into his eyes, she believed and trusted him.
'Grissom, you know how you asked me if I could trust you.'
'Yes.' He tried to hide the trepidation in his voice.
'I trust you, completely.' She smiled one of the smiles that lit up his world. No more words needed to be said, they understood each other completely.
The ambulance officers came barging through the door that Grissom had already beaten down. They asked him to step back, asked her several questions before bandaging her neck and loading her on to the stretcher. But even though they had forced Grissom further away from her so they could do their jobs, they couldn't break their eye contact.
Grissom rode with Sara to the hospital. The ambulance officers had taken one look at Felton's dead body and called the crime lab. Grissom didn't say anything. Although he did wonder how the day shift was going to process a scene when Ecklie had a broken nose.