Title: Day After Day
Chapter: 11
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Thanks again for the reviews! Hopefully I'll have this story concluded by mid-January. I've got another multi-chapter tale in mind.
Beat, beat. He wasn't sure if it was heart or the noise his shoes were making on the white linoleum. Brass and the officers were obstructing his view but he ran behind them yelling her name. Her heard Brass's voice first and shivers went down his spine.
"Shit!"
Grissom had just told Sara he loved her, he couldn't lose her now. He thought she was safe. He thought the horror of the last few weeks was over. Now he wondered if it had just begun.
Officers blocked the entrance to Sara's private room. Grissom and Greg stood a few feet back. Grissom could hear Greg muttering prayers again.
Brass came out of the room, pale faced and wiping sweat from his brow. "She's okay."
"Thank you, God." Twice in one day Gil Grissom had spoken those words, words he not uttered in a dozen years.
"What happened?" Greg asked, worry still etched on his young face.
Brass shook his head. "It appears Beverly Raymond, Mark's mother paid Sara a little visit. Joe, the officer out front, let her in thinking she was one of the nurses assigned to Sara. Joe hears Sara scream for him. He runs in, pistol drawn and fires two shots in the lady's back. She's dead."
"Are you sure Sara's okay?" Grissom could have cared less about Mrs. Raymond and her fate.
"Yeah, we're pretty sure. Old Bev was trying to put a syringe of morphine in Sara's IV."
"What would that have done?" Greg asked.
"It was an overdose, correct?" Grissom rubbed his face.
"Yeah, according to your Sara it would have caused her to OD. Of course a doctor will have to verify all this but if Sara says its morphine I tend to believe her. When is she ever wrong." Jim smiled at the notion.
"Did any of the morphine get into the IV?" Grissom wanted to make sure Sara was out of danger.
"No, Sara's scream sent Joe in who ended the problem."
"He deserves a promotion, Jim." Grissom was eternally grateful to the young officer.
"Well, he's going to get an investigation instead," Jim turned back to the hospital room, "I've got to finish up in there and call Eckley."
"Not Eckley..."
"Gil, you know you can't touch it and I want Joe cleared. His best bet is someone who will be considered objective." Brass paused. "Why don't you come in and see Sara."
Grissom didn't need to be asked twice. He cut through the officers. He saw Joe shaking badly. Beverly Raymond laid on the floor next to Sara's bed, exactly the spot he sat less than an hour ago. Sara's eyes were closed, her tears coming in gulps and her chest heaving ravagely. He walked to the other side of the bed and put his hand on top of hers. Her eyes immediately opened and she tried her best to smile. He moved closer and soon she leaned her head against his chest.
"It's all over," he spoke in a whisper. His other hand stroked her hair.
"He's still out there." Her voice was shaky.
"I won't let him hurt you. I'm going to find him, Sara, I promise."
"I never...I never saw anyone get killed. I mean I've seen dead bodies that were murdered but it was after the fact. I never saw it happen."
"I'm sorry you did." Her head felt cool against his shirt.
"Who was she?"
Grissom realized that Sara did not even know the name the stranger who had kidnapped her. On this case, she was out of the loop.
"Her name was Beverly Raymond. From what Brass tells me, she was the mother of the man who took you for us. His name is Mark."
"Was she trying to kill me for him?" Anger swept her voice. "How could she do that?"
"I don't know, Sara."
Grissom held on to her as long as he could but soon doctors were in and Eckley and his crew had shown up. The look on Eckley's face when he saw Sara's head on Grissom's chest was priceless.
"Well, Sidle you're not dead. What do you have nine lives like a cat?" Eckley grinned.
"Hey, do your job, keep the commentary to a minimum." Brass yelled.
"Yes, sir, Captain." Eckley gave him a false salute. "You need to leave Gil, I need to be alone with Miss Sidle."
"Sara, I'll be back later."
"I'll hold you to it. We have a lot to discuss." She let out a small smile.
After speaking with both Greg and the Sidles, Grissom headed back to the lab. He met his friends and colleagues in the breakroom. The questions bombarded him at once like 100 bees finding their stinging target.
"Hold on this is what I know. Beverly Raymond, Mark's mother attempted to kill Sara by putting an overdose of morphine in Sara's IV. Her plan failed. Officer Joe Nelson shot and fatally wounded her. Sara's fine physically."
"How about emotionally?" Catherine asked.
Grissom sighed. "It will take some time for those scars to heal."
"We've been waiting to find out how Sara is." Warrick said.
"I'm sorry, I should have called. She is doing pretty good, none of her injuries are life threatening."
"Thank you Lord," Nick's eyes went to the ceiling.
"Now tell me what happened while I was with Sara." Grissom took a seat next to Warrick on the couch.
Catherine started. "Well we processed the scene and then Nick and I followed Raymond's blood down the mountainside. It turns out he broke into a drug store and stole supplies and then made a phone call."
Grissom's eyes crinkled. "To who?"
"To his mommy," Nick said, his accent showing.
"Brass found out that Beverly was an RN and worked at Desert Palm. She had already started her shift so Brass and a few units headed over to the hospital." Warrick finished the tale.
"You must have been scared when you heard that gunshots were fired." Nick looked at his boss.
"Terrified, actually, Nicky. I was near Sara's hospital room when the shots echoed through. I thought Sara was dead." He rubbed the moisture penetrating his eyes. "Why don't you guys go to the hospital and see Sara."
"Sounds like a plan." Nick started off, Warrick close at his heals.
Catherine hung back a second. Placing her hand on Grissom's shoulder she asked, "Did you tell her how you feel?"
"Yeah," he laughed at the memory. "I told I loved her."
"I'm proud of you." With that she was gone.
The newspaper the next day had the headline: Nurse Tries to Kill CSI. The byline read: Sara Sidle's kidnapper's mom tries to take revenge. Sadly she had failed. Sara's death was for him alone to enjoy though. Mark already had it planned. Soon, Sara, he thought, soon your death will be the headline.
To be continued...
Chapter: 11
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Thanks again for the reviews! Hopefully I'll have this story concluded by mid-January. I've got another multi-chapter tale in mind.
Beat, beat. He wasn't sure if it was heart or the noise his shoes were making on the white linoleum. Brass and the officers were obstructing his view but he ran behind them yelling her name. Her heard Brass's voice first and shivers went down his spine.
"Shit!"
Grissom had just told Sara he loved her, he couldn't lose her now. He thought she was safe. He thought the horror of the last few weeks was over. Now he wondered if it had just begun.
Officers blocked the entrance to Sara's private room. Grissom and Greg stood a few feet back. Grissom could hear Greg muttering prayers again.
Brass came out of the room, pale faced and wiping sweat from his brow. "She's okay."
"Thank you, God." Twice in one day Gil Grissom had spoken those words, words he not uttered in a dozen years.
"What happened?" Greg asked, worry still etched on his young face.
Brass shook his head. "It appears Beverly Raymond, Mark's mother paid Sara a little visit. Joe, the officer out front, let her in thinking she was one of the nurses assigned to Sara. Joe hears Sara scream for him. He runs in, pistol drawn and fires two shots in the lady's back. She's dead."
"Are you sure Sara's okay?" Grissom could have cared less about Mrs. Raymond and her fate.
"Yeah, we're pretty sure. Old Bev was trying to put a syringe of morphine in Sara's IV."
"What would that have done?" Greg asked.
"It was an overdose, correct?" Grissom rubbed his face.
"Yeah, according to your Sara it would have caused her to OD. Of course a doctor will have to verify all this but if Sara says its morphine I tend to believe her. When is she ever wrong." Jim smiled at the notion.
"Did any of the morphine get into the IV?" Grissom wanted to make sure Sara was out of danger.
"No, Sara's scream sent Joe in who ended the problem."
"He deserves a promotion, Jim." Grissom was eternally grateful to the young officer.
"Well, he's going to get an investigation instead," Jim turned back to the hospital room, "I've got to finish up in there and call Eckley."
"Not Eckley..."
"Gil, you know you can't touch it and I want Joe cleared. His best bet is someone who will be considered objective." Brass paused. "Why don't you come in and see Sara."
Grissom didn't need to be asked twice. He cut through the officers. He saw Joe shaking badly. Beverly Raymond laid on the floor next to Sara's bed, exactly the spot he sat less than an hour ago. Sara's eyes were closed, her tears coming in gulps and her chest heaving ravagely. He walked to the other side of the bed and put his hand on top of hers. Her eyes immediately opened and she tried her best to smile. He moved closer and soon she leaned her head against his chest.
"It's all over," he spoke in a whisper. His other hand stroked her hair.
"He's still out there." Her voice was shaky.
"I won't let him hurt you. I'm going to find him, Sara, I promise."
"I never...I never saw anyone get killed. I mean I've seen dead bodies that were murdered but it was after the fact. I never saw it happen."
"I'm sorry you did." Her head felt cool against his shirt.
"Who was she?"
Grissom realized that Sara did not even know the name the stranger who had kidnapped her. On this case, she was out of the loop.
"Her name was Beverly Raymond. From what Brass tells me, she was the mother of the man who took you for us. His name is Mark."
"Was she trying to kill me for him?" Anger swept her voice. "How could she do that?"
"I don't know, Sara."
Grissom held on to her as long as he could but soon doctors were in and Eckley and his crew had shown up. The look on Eckley's face when he saw Sara's head on Grissom's chest was priceless.
"Well, Sidle you're not dead. What do you have nine lives like a cat?" Eckley grinned.
"Hey, do your job, keep the commentary to a minimum." Brass yelled.
"Yes, sir, Captain." Eckley gave him a false salute. "You need to leave Gil, I need to be alone with Miss Sidle."
"Sara, I'll be back later."
"I'll hold you to it. We have a lot to discuss." She let out a small smile.
After speaking with both Greg and the Sidles, Grissom headed back to the lab. He met his friends and colleagues in the breakroom. The questions bombarded him at once like 100 bees finding their stinging target.
"Hold on this is what I know. Beverly Raymond, Mark's mother attempted to kill Sara by putting an overdose of morphine in Sara's IV. Her plan failed. Officer Joe Nelson shot and fatally wounded her. Sara's fine physically."
"How about emotionally?" Catherine asked.
Grissom sighed. "It will take some time for those scars to heal."
"We've been waiting to find out how Sara is." Warrick said.
"I'm sorry, I should have called. She is doing pretty good, none of her injuries are life threatening."
"Thank you Lord," Nick's eyes went to the ceiling.
"Now tell me what happened while I was with Sara." Grissom took a seat next to Warrick on the couch.
Catherine started. "Well we processed the scene and then Nick and I followed Raymond's blood down the mountainside. It turns out he broke into a drug store and stole supplies and then made a phone call."
Grissom's eyes crinkled. "To who?"
"To his mommy," Nick said, his accent showing.
"Brass found out that Beverly was an RN and worked at Desert Palm. She had already started her shift so Brass and a few units headed over to the hospital." Warrick finished the tale.
"You must have been scared when you heard that gunshots were fired." Nick looked at his boss.
"Terrified, actually, Nicky. I was near Sara's hospital room when the shots echoed through. I thought Sara was dead." He rubbed the moisture penetrating his eyes. "Why don't you guys go to the hospital and see Sara."
"Sounds like a plan." Nick started off, Warrick close at his heals.
Catherine hung back a second. Placing her hand on Grissom's shoulder she asked, "Did you tell her how you feel?"
"Yeah," he laughed at the memory. "I told I loved her."
"I'm proud of you." With that she was gone.
The newspaper the next day had the headline: Nurse Tries to Kill CSI. The byline read: Sara Sidle's kidnapper's mom tries to take revenge. Sadly she had failed. Sara's death was for him alone to enjoy though. Mark already had it planned. Soon, Sara, he thought, soon your death will be the headline.
To be continued...