Thank you for the reviews of chapter 2. I know it was a bit depressing but
it needed to be done as a foundation for the rest of the story. Maybe just
maybe things aren't as they seem and maybe a crime has been committed
....... But you'll have to wait and see now won't you?! Chapter 3's song is
Lord, I've been trying by Richard Ashcroft. Anyway enough said. I'll see if
I can let the story do the talking.
The car had been found by a local businessman in the early hours of the morning. He was shocked. The car was totalled, rolled into the ditch just off the road and despite this Sara was still alive. Barely. He'd called 911 and the ambulance had seemed to take an eternity in getting to the scene. Amazing how mere minutes feel like hours in an emergency. She'd been taken to the nearest hospital and upon arrival had been whisked immediately to surgery.
A Mr. Conrad Ecklie was the first person to find out about Sara's accident. The hospital had found her CSI work badge in her jeans pocket and called him immediately. It was an hour before the end of the dayshift when Conrad heard the news. Picking up the phone he dialled an unfamiliar but necessary number.
"Hello. You've reached the answer phone of Gil Grissom. As you can tell I'm not here so leave a message after the beep. BEEP."
Damn, He hated leaving messages, but this was an emergency. "Gil I don't know if you've left for work already or what but this is an emergency. There's been an accident. Sara has been in a bad car accident and she's at the hospital. It doesn't look good at the moment Gil. I'm sorry to have to be the one to break it to you but I thought you'd prefer to know as soon as. Call me when you get this Grissom."
Gil Grissom was blissfully unaware of his answer phone picking up the message. Gearing himself up for another day at the office he showered in steaming hot water trying to rid himself of last night's bad feeling. What was he going to say to Sara when he saw her? It just didn't bear thinking about. Would she be hurt? He didn't know. But contrary to popular belief, he did care, he had feelings he just never knew how to convey them.
Drying himself off and doing the usual chores of cleaning his teeth and styling his hair he thought more on the matter. However, his brain felt listless and he gave up trying to make sense of what had happened. Making his way out of the bathroom he noticed a red light signalling a new message on his machine. Pressing the button he wandered around the room whilst the tape made the introductions.
He'd never felt his blood run cold before. He'd never felt physically sick upon just hearing words but there's always a first or everything. Shaking he clasped hold of the phone and he dialled Ecklie. Tapping the back of the receiver impatiently he gritted his teeth wondering how seriously hurt she was.
"Ecklie."
Grissom snapped out of his thoughts. "Hello Conrad."
"Grissom. You got my message I see. She's not in a good way Gil. Now, under any normal circumstances I wouldn't do this but these as you know by now aren't normal. Go to the hospital. As soon as the team arrive I'll personally give them the news."
"Thank you Conrad. What information did the hospital give you?"
"Well as soon as she reached the hospital they took her into surgery. I don't know if she's out of it now or not." Conrad was concerned. Grissom could just sense it.
"Right. I better get to the hospital. Thanks again Ecklie." Grissom pressed the end button and threw the nearest clothes he could find on. Damn, this was all his fault. The journey to the hospital went past in a blur. Partly due to the situation Sara was in and partly because he was putting pedal to metal just to try and reach the hospital as quickly as possible. He parked his SUV haphazardly in a vacant hospital space and ran up to the entrance of the clinical building.
The nurse gave him the information he wanted and he made his way to the ICU hoping to sidetrack a doctor and find out more. Upon reaching the ICU he found the halls completely empty. There wasn't a doctor to be seen. It was deathly quiet. So Grissom did the only thing that sheer desperation would allow. He wandered. He didn't know where he was going. He only knew once he'd sat down in one of the unoccupied pews of the hospital chapel. Grissom wasn't a man to pray but sometimes science can't give you the answers you need.
Lord, I've been trying
Trying to keep myself from crying
And it gets hard, there's no use denying
There's been some nights when I did a little lying
He wasn't exactly sure what to do. He hadn't been to Church in a good number of years and it felt awkward being in one again. Albeit a makeshift one. He leant forward onto the pew in front and clasped his hands tightly together. Resting his chin on his hands he began to talk aloud.
"God, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here. You're probably surprised to see me but I know that Sara's in here because of me. It's my fault. If I hadn't pushed her away then she'd still be at my house alive and well. I know you have a plan for everyone but I'm kind of asking you to change yours for Sara. I don't even know if she's alive right now but I need you to keep her alive for me. She means the world to me and I couldn't stand it if she died. I can't imagine her not being in my life. So I guess what I'm saying is please don't take her away from me. I love her."
The last words came as a surprise even to Grissom but he knew they were true. He did love her even though he didn't show it.
Sure feels like I've been here before
Yes it sure feels like I've been here before
Captain tell me where I've been,
Are there waves left there for me?
Is there something left to see?
Is there something left to be?
Oh I know that I'm holding on but I've got time to grow
Alright, alright, alright
Said it's alright, now
He sat silently on the pew for ages. Somehow going back up to ICU to find out if she was alive or dead seemed wrong, almost intrusive. Grissom would find out but now wasn't the time. He couldn't handle finding out if she'd died. Lost in thought he didn't hear the chapel doors open quietly, a pleasant creak coming from years of use as it opened. Locked up prayers escaping to the people in the wards. He didn't hear the footsteps as they came to rest behind him. He jumped a mile when the individual tapped him on the shoulder. Swivelling quickly around he came face to face with Nick.
"I didn't mean to startle you Grissom." Nick said gently. He looked lost and forlorn, almost like he'd given up hope on finding out that Sara was alive.
"It's ok. I was just ........ I was just......."
"It's alright Gil I know what you were doing. Don't be ashamed. Prayer is powerful. Science can't tell you everything sometimes even the non- believers need a helping hand." He smiled at Grissom.
"It's all my fault she's here Nick."
"How?" Nick asked sceptically.
"She came to my house last night. She told me she cared about me and I just pushed her away. She drove off in a temper and now she's lying here."
"Grissom, It's not your fault. Accidents happen. Now we need to start having some hope because otherwise Sara might think we've given up on her."
Days that I've been spending
And all these blues - they're never ending
And it gets hard, and life will go on again
Gonna shake off these blues, I'm leaving them now
Sure feels like I've been here before
Yes it sure feels like I've been here before
They made their way slowly back up to the ICU not wanting to know how Sara was doing. Well, they did but sometimes you just fear that if you ask you'll jinx it. They sat in the hard, uncomfortable plastic chairs of the waiting room and waited and waited for someone who could help alleviate their worry. Catherine and Warrick arrived soon after and sat opposite them keeping the immense silence intact. Greg and Brass arrived a little later and tried to cajole a passing nurse into giving them information. Instead she promised a doctor would be out ASAP. They all felt helpless sat in silence and twiddling their thumbs whilst Sara lay in limbo between this life and the next.
All were on alert for when the doctor came in and eventually she did. Her nametag introduced her as Dr. Stenning and as she approached the team they all held their breath in unison.
"Hello, you must be the friends of Sara that nurse Fields told me about."
Grissom nodded, his mouth dry with fear and anticipation.
"She's alive and in a stable condition at present. She's had surgery to her lower abdomen but as you probably know the first 24 hours are crucial to see if it was a success."
"Can we see her?" Brass managed to croak out. His gravely voice giving way to some form of emotion.
"I'm afraid not. Not yet anyway. Maybe tomorrow but right now we want to keep her as isolated as possible. We don't want any germs getting in and causing possible infection." The young doctor smiled at the team trying to reassure them and she briefly touched Grissom on the arm. A touch that gave across the impression everything would be fine but hidden thoughts and concerns were concealed behind it.
Dr. Stenning left with a flick of her blond hair as Warrick watched her as her slim form moved further and further away. It felt so illusory, so unreal, it was like a dream or rather a nightmare under the circumstances. The silence reigned for a further hour or two after the announcement and finally some of the team managed to fall asleep in the waiting room.
Grissom couldn't. He tried to find Dr. Stenning and once he had he asked if he could watch Sara through her window. She agreed seeing how much emotional pain Grissom was in and showed him to the room. The glass pane that separated them, the glass pane that shut off Sara from the outside world. Grissom placed himself on a chair just outside the window and soon after fell asleep, emotionally drained after the day.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* His dream like state registered the whining noise, the siren like racket but it didn't disturb him from his slumber. His subconscious didn't realise how serious it could be. As the doctors rushed past into a room, someone was dying and Grissom had no idea who.................
I know I know it's still depressing but you'll just have to wait and see as to where this story is off to. Let's just say there may have been a crime committed. =)! Anyway, please R&R as you don't realise how much approval of my writing means to me! Until next time tinkerbell signing off ..... =) XX
The car had been found by a local businessman in the early hours of the morning. He was shocked. The car was totalled, rolled into the ditch just off the road and despite this Sara was still alive. Barely. He'd called 911 and the ambulance had seemed to take an eternity in getting to the scene. Amazing how mere minutes feel like hours in an emergency. She'd been taken to the nearest hospital and upon arrival had been whisked immediately to surgery.
A Mr. Conrad Ecklie was the first person to find out about Sara's accident. The hospital had found her CSI work badge in her jeans pocket and called him immediately. It was an hour before the end of the dayshift when Conrad heard the news. Picking up the phone he dialled an unfamiliar but necessary number.
"Hello. You've reached the answer phone of Gil Grissom. As you can tell I'm not here so leave a message after the beep. BEEP."
Damn, He hated leaving messages, but this was an emergency. "Gil I don't know if you've left for work already or what but this is an emergency. There's been an accident. Sara has been in a bad car accident and she's at the hospital. It doesn't look good at the moment Gil. I'm sorry to have to be the one to break it to you but I thought you'd prefer to know as soon as. Call me when you get this Grissom."
Gil Grissom was blissfully unaware of his answer phone picking up the message. Gearing himself up for another day at the office he showered in steaming hot water trying to rid himself of last night's bad feeling. What was he going to say to Sara when he saw her? It just didn't bear thinking about. Would she be hurt? He didn't know. But contrary to popular belief, he did care, he had feelings he just never knew how to convey them.
Drying himself off and doing the usual chores of cleaning his teeth and styling his hair he thought more on the matter. However, his brain felt listless and he gave up trying to make sense of what had happened. Making his way out of the bathroom he noticed a red light signalling a new message on his machine. Pressing the button he wandered around the room whilst the tape made the introductions.
He'd never felt his blood run cold before. He'd never felt physically sick upon just hearing words but there's always a first or everything. Shaking he clasped hold of the phone and he dialled Ecklie. Tapping the back of the receiver impatiently he gritted his teeth wondering how seriously hurt she was.
"Ecklie."
Grissom snapped out of his thoughts. "Hello Conrad."
"Grissom. You got my message I see. She's not in a good way Gil. Now, under any normal circumstances I wouldn't do this but these as you know by now aren't normal. Go to the hospital. As soon as the team arrive I'll personally give them the news."
"Thank you Conrad. What information did the hospital give you?"
"Well as soon as she reached the hospital they took her into surgery. I don't know if she's out of it now or not." Conrad was concerned. Grissom could just sense it.
"Right. I better get to the hospital. Thanks again Ecklie." Grissom pressed the end button and threw the nearest clothes he could find on. Damn, this was all his fault. The journey to the hospital went past in a blur. Partly due to the situation Sara was in and partly because he was putting pedal to metal just to try and reach the hospital as quickly as possible. He parked his SUV haphazardly in a vacant hospital space and ran up to the entrance of the clinical building.
The nurse gave him the information he wanted and he made his way to the ICU hoping to sidetrack a doctor and find out more. Upon reaching the ICU he found the halls completely empty. There wasn't a doctor to be seen. It was deathly quiet. So Grissom did the only thing that sheer desperation would allow. He wandered. He didn't know where he was going. He only knew once he'd sat down in one of the unoccupied pews of the hospital chapel. Grissom wasn't a man to pray but sometimes science can't give you the answers you need.
Lord, I've been trying
Trying to keep myself from crying
And it gets hard, there's no use denying
There's been some nights when I did a little lying
He wasn't exactly sure what to do. He hadn't been to Church in a good number of years and it felt awkward being in one again. Albeit a makeshift one. He leant forward onto the pew in front and clasped his hands tightly together. Resting his chin on his hands he began to talk aloud.
"God, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here. You're probably surprised to see me but I know that Sara's in here because of me. It's my fault. If I hadn't pushed her away then she'd still be at my house alive and well. I know you have a plan for everyone but I'm kind of asking you to change yours for Sara. I don't even know if she's alive right now but I need you to keep her alive for me. She means the world to me and I couldn't stand it if she died. I can't imagine her not being in my life. So I guess what I'm saying is please don't take her away from me. I love her."
The last words came as a surprise even to Grissom but he knew they were true. He did love her even though he didn't show it.
Sure feels like I've been here before
Yes it sure feels like I've been here before
Captain tell me where I've been,
Are there waves left there for me?
Is there something left to see?
Is there something left to be?
Oh I know that I'm holding on but I've got time to grow
Alright, alright, alright
Said it's alright, now
He sat silently on the pew for ages. Somehow going back up to ICU to find out if she was alive or dead seemed wrong, almost intrusive. Grissom would find out but now wasn't the time. He couldn't handle finding out if she'd died. Lost in thought he didn't hear the chapel doors open quietly, a pleasant creak coming from years of use as it opened. Locked up prayers escaping to the people in the wards. He didn't hear the footsteps as they came to rest behind him. He jumped a mile when the individual tapped him on the shoulder. Swivelling quickly around he came face to face with Nick.
"I didn't mean to startle you Grissom." Nick said gently. He looked lost and forlorn, almost like he'd given up hope on finding out that Sara was alive.
"It's ok. I was just ........ I was just......."
"It's alright Gil I know what you were doing. Don't be ashamed. Prayer is powerful. Science can't tell you everything sometimes even the non- believers need a helping hand." He smiled at Grissom.
"It's all my fault she's here Nick."
"How?" Nick asked sceptically.
"She came to my house last night. She told me she cared about me and I just pushed her away. She drove off in a temper and now she's lying here."
"Grissom, It's not your fault. Accidents happen. Now we need to start having some hope because otherwise Sara might think we've given up on her."
Days that I've been spending
And all these blues - they're never ending
And it gets hard, and life will go on again
Gonna shake off these blues, I'm leaving them now
Sure feels like I've been here before
Yes it sure feels like I've been here before
They made their way slowly back up to the ICU not wanting to know how Sara was doing. Well, they did but sometimes you just fear that if you ask you'll jinx it. They sat in the hard, uncomfortable plastic chairs of the waiting room and waited and waited for someone who could help alleviate their worry. Catherine and Warrick arrived soon after and sat opposite them keeping the immense silence intact. Greg and Brass arrived a little later and tried to cajole a passing nurse into giving them information. Instead she promised a doctor would be out ASAP. They all felt helpless sat in silence and twiddling their thumbs whilst Sara lay in limbo between this life and the next.
All were on alert for when the doctor came in and eventually she did. Her nametag introduced her as Dr. Stenning and as she approached the team they all held their breath in unison.
"Hello, you must be the friends of Sara that nurse Fields told me about."
Grissom nodded, his mouth dry with fear and anticipation.
"She's alive and in a stable condition at present. She's had surgery to her lower abdomen but as you probably know the first 24 hours are crucial to see if it was a success."
"Can we see her?" Brass managed to croak out. His gravely voice giving way to some form of emotion.
"I'm afraid not. Not yet anyway. Maybe tomorrow but right now we want to keep her as isolated as possible. We don't want any germs getting in and causing possible infection." The young doctor smiled at the team trying to reassure them and she briefly touched Grissom on the arm. A touch that gave across the impression everything would be fine but hidden thoughts and concerns were concealed behind it.
Dr. Stenning left with a flick of her blond hair as Warrick watched her as her slim form moved further and further away. It felt so illusory, so unreal, it was like a dream or rather a nightmare under the circumstances. The silence reigned for a further hour or two after the announcement and finally some of the team managed to fall asleep in the waiting room.
Grissom couldn't. He tried to find Dr. Stenning and once he had he asked if he could watch Sara through her window. She agreed seeing how much emotional pain Grissom was in and showed him to the room. The glass pane that separated them, the glass pane that shut off Sara from the outside world. Grissom placed himself on a chair just outside the window and soon after fell asleep, emotionally drained after the day.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* His dream like state registered the whining noise, the siren like racket but it didn't disturb him from his slumber. His subconscious didn't realise how serious it could be. As the doctors rushed past into a room, someone was dying and Grissom had no idea who.................
I know I know it's still depressing but you'll just have to wait and see as to where this story is off to. Let's just say there may have been a crime committed. =)! Anyway, please R&R as you don't realise how much approval of my writing means to me! Until next time tinkerbell signing off ..... =) XX