Title: Day After Day
Chapter: 14
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Well this is the end. Thanks to all of you who reviewed and helped shape this story. This last chapter became the hardest to write (I rewrote it twice) so I hope you like it. I've got a new multi-chapter called Snowed In coming soon.
The sound of the gunshot shattered Sara's reality. Her heart was beating savagely, the room was spinning but she set her eyes on him, on Mark Raymond. He had tried to take her life away and now he had just done that to the man she loved. She didn't have to think about what she did next, gut instinct took over.
Sara ran at Raymond, throwing her thin body at him. His balance was unsettled and he fell over the chair. She launched both hands at the gun in his hand but his grip was tight. She saw an opportunity and used her right fist to make contact with the ghastly void in Mark's face. His scream echoed through the apartment.
She could near Nick's voice but the words where not clear. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure lying on the floor. His green shirt was smudged with blood but his eyes were alert and looking at her. She crawled over to him forgetting about Raymond, or even Nick. "Grissom?"
"I'm okay," his voice was shaky but he tried to smile.
Sara felt the cold tip of a gun nozzle press into her hair.
Nick was yelling, "Drop the gun or I'll shoot!"
"You drop it," there was no mistaking Mark's voice, "or else I blow her brains out of her head."
"Let her go." Grissom swallowed.
"Back off, man!" Mark yelled at Nick.
"Do what he says." Grissom looked to the young CSI.
Nick dropped his gun in the chair and backed up a few feet.
Sara could hear the sirens in the background; Brass and his team were on the way. She wondered if she had survived for nothing, if this was the way it would end. At least, she thought, Grissom knows I love him.
Grissom looked deeply into her eyes. He mouthed "move to the left". She knew what he was trying to do. Grissom wanted Sara to move which would make Mark pull the trigger, only Sara's head would no longer be in the way, the bullet would make contact with Grissom.
"No," she mouthed back.
Jim Brass's voice filled the small apartment, "Drop your weapon!"
Mark turned. The gun left Sara's hair. She reacted as fast as her tired muscles would let her. She made a grab for Mark's leg. He lost his balance again and toppled over. The gun slide out of his hand. Sara plummeted her fist into his stomach, taking him off guard. Mark reached into his back packet and retrieved the knife. Sara saw the light gleam off of it. She twisted her body away just in time.
Brass approached, gun trained on Mark. "It's over."
His voice grew sad, the anger ebbed for a moment. "She left me for someone else just like my dad did to my mom. She deserved to die. I...I couldn't get to her in Chicago. You were so prefect." He looked at Sara. "You had a door that wouldn't close. It was so easy." Tears ran down his check from his one eye. "Why wouldn't you die?"
"Get up." Brass grabbed at his collar.
Mark took a swing with the knife, Brass backed up. Mark looked towards Sara's window and ran for it, the knife still in his hand. The glass broke on contact as the man's body went through it. Shards fell on Sara and Grissom. With a horrid sound, the man who kidnapped Sara was out of their lives forever.
Brass approached the window cautiously. "Damn it!" He turned to his fellow officers that were hovering in the room. "Raymond just committed suicide and now his body has created a considerable crack to the hood of my car."
Sara saw Nick doing his best to suppress a smile. She looked over at Grissom. "You're going to be okay."
"I know," he said. "The bullet went into my shoulder not my head. You saved my life."
Sara shook her head. "How did I do that?"
"I couldn't hear anything that well. Everything was distorted. I heard you yell my name. I moved, I'm not sure why, and the bullet went into my shoulder."
She took the cuff of her shirt and held to his wound. Tears filled her eyes, "Don't leave me.'
"Don't worry I don't plan to."
"Here come the EMTs," Brass motioned the two men in.
They gently lifted Grissom on to a stretcher as Nick helped Sara up. Sara followed them down the stairs and to the waiting ambulance. "I want to ride with him."
One EMT shook his head. "I'm sorry only family is allowed."
"She is family," Grissom called from the ambulance, "the only family I have."
Brass whispered something in the EMT's ear. "Fine, get in."
"I'll meet you at the hospital," Nick yelled heading for his SUV.
Sara took a place near Grissom and grabbed on to his hand, it was cold and clammy. "Just hang in. I'm so sorry about earlier."
Grissom tried to smile. "Don't worry about it. I can understand why you thought I was pushing you away, I've been doing that for years."
"The bleeding has slowed down," the EMT looked at the wound, " you should be fine Mr. Grissom."
"Guess you're stuck with me," he said to Sara. She smiled. "I should've thanked him."
"Who?" Sara asked.
"Mark Raymond."
"Why?" Sara was utterly confused.
Grissom rubbed this thumb against the back of her palm. "I should have thanked him for opening my heart finally. I always loved you Sara; I could just never admit it to you. When I thought I would never see you again, I realized how foolish I had been. Mark's kidnapping really led to this relationship we're starting."
Sara chuckled. "Then I need to get kidnapped more often."
Grissom looked into her eyes. "I love you, Sara Sidle."
Sara removed her hand and signed to him.
Grissom's eyes were overcome with tears. "You, you learned..."
"I asked my dad to get me a book on American Sign Language. I only know how to say, "I love you"."
"That's all you need to say." He brought her hand to his month and kissed it gently.
The newspaper headline the next day read: KIDNAPPER COMMITTS SUCICIDE. The report went over in detail what had transpired from Sara Sidle's kidnapping, to her escape, to the final showdown. It gave great accounts and had nice sound bites from Jim Brass. The one thing the article did not divulge into was how this case had finally brought two soul mates together. A union that was keeping the CSI lab quite buzzing with gossip. The one thing no one had guessed until the invitations had come in the mail was that a short time later Sara had said, "yes" to Grissom's proposal. Sometimes one must go through hell in order to reach heaven.
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Chapter: 14
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Well this is the end. Thanks to all of you who reviewed and helped shape this story. This last chapter became the hardest to write (I rewrote it twice) so I hope you like it. I've got a new multi-chapter called Snowed In coming soon.
The sound of the gunshot shattered Sara's reality. Her heart was beating savagely, the room was spinning but she set her eyes on him, on Mark Raymond. He had tried to take her life away and now he had just done that to the man she loved. She didn't have to think about what she did next, gut instinct took over.
Sara ran at Raymond, throwing her thin body at him. His balance was unsettled and he fell over the chair. She launched both hands at the gun in his hand but his grip was tight. She saw an opportunity and used her right fist to make contact with the ghastly void in Mark's face. His scream echoed through the apartment.
She could near Nick's voice but the words where not clear. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure lying on the floor. His green shirt was smudged with blood but his eyes were alert and looking at her. She crawled over to him forgetting about Raymond, or even Nick. "Grissom?"
"I'm okay," his voice was shaky but he tried to smile.
Sara felt the cold tip of a gun nozzle press into her hair.
Nick was yelling, "Drop the gun or I'll shoot!"
"You drop it," there was no mistaking Mark's voice, "or else I blow her brains out of her head."
"Let her go." Grissom swallowed.
"Back off, man!" Mark yelled at Nick.
"Do what he says." Grissom looked to the young CSI.
Nick dropped his gun in the chair and backed up a few feet.
Sara could hear the sirens in the background; Brass and his team were on the way. She wondered if she had survived for nothing, if this was the way it would end. At least, she thought, Grissom knows I love him.
Grissom looked deeply into her eyes. He mouthed "move to the left". She knew what he was trying to do. Grissom wanted Sara to move which would make Mark pull the trigger, only Sara's head would no longer be in the way, the bullet would make contact with Grissom.
"No," she mouthed back.
Jim Brass's voice filled the small apartment, "Drop your weapon!"
Mark turned. The gun left Sara's hair. She reacted as fast as her tired muscles would let her. She made a grab for Mark's leg. He lost his balance again and toppled over. The gun slide out of his hand. Sara plummeted her fist into his stomach, taking him off guard. Mark reached into his back packet and retrieved the knife. Sara saw the light gleam off of it. She twisted her body away just in time.
Brass approached, gun trained on Mark. "It's over."
His voice grew sad, the anger ebbed for a moment. "She left me for someone else just like my dad did to my mom. She deserved to die. I...I couldn't get to her in Chicago. You were so prefect." He looked at Sara. "You had a door that wouldn't close. It was so easy." Tears ran down his check from his one eye. "Why wouldn't you die?"
"Get up." Brass grabbed at his collar.
Mark took a swing with the knife, Brass backed up. Mark looked towards Sara's window and ran for it, the knife still in his hand. The glass broke on contact as the man's body went through it. Shards fell on Sara and Grissom. With a horrid sound, the man who kidnapped Sara was out of their lives forever.
Brass approached the window cautiously. "Damn it!" He turned to his fellow officers that were hovering in the room. "Raymond just committed suicide and now his body has created a considerable crack to the hood of my car."
Sara saw Nick doing his best to suppress a smile. She looked over at Grissom. "You're going to be okay."
"I know," he said. "The bullet went into my shoulder not my head. You saved my life."
Sara shook her head. "How did I do that?"
"I couldn't hear anything that well. Everything was distorted. I heard you yell my name. I moved, I'm not sure why, and the bullet went into my shoulder."
She took the cuff of her shirt and held to his wound. Tears filled her eyes, "Don't leave me.'
"Don't worry I don't plan to."
"Here come the EMTs," Brass motioned the two men in.
They gently lifted Grissom on to a stretcher as Nick helped Sara up. Sara followed them down the stairs and to the waiting ambulance. "I want to ride with him."
One EMT shook his head. "I'm sorry only family is allowed."
"She is family," Grissom called from the ambulance, "the only family I have."
Brass whispered something in the EMT's ear. "Fine, get in."
"I'll meet you at the hospital," Nick yelled heading for his SUV.
Sara took a place near Grissom and grabbed on to his hand, it was cold and clammy. "Just hang in. I'm so sorry about earlier."
Grissom tried to smile. "Don't worry about it. I can understand why you thought I was pushing you away, I've been doing that for years."
"The bleeding has slowed down," the EMT looked at the wound, " you should be fine Mr. Grissom."
"Guess you're stuck with me," he said to Sara. She smiled. "I should've thanked him."
"Who?" Sara asked.
"Mark Raymond."
"Why?" Sara was utterly confused.
Grissom rubbed this thumb against the back of her palm. "I should have thanked him for opening my heart finally. I always loved you Sara; I could just never admit it to you. When I thought I would never see you again, I realized how foolish I had been. Mark's kidnapping really led to this relationship we're starting."
Sara chuckled. "Then I need to get kidnapped more often."
Grissom looked into her eyes. "I love you, Sara Sidle."
Sara removed her hand and signed to him.
Grissom's eyes were overcome with tears. "You, you learned..."
"I asked my dad to get me a book on American Sign Language. I only know how to say, "I love you"."
"That's all you need to say." He brought her hand to his month and kissed it gently.
The newspaper headline the next day read: KIDNAPPER COMMITTS SUCICIDE. The report went over in detail what had transpired from Sara Sidle's kidnapping, to her escape, to the final showdown. It gave great accounts and had nice sound bites from Jim Brass. The one thing the article did not divulge into was how this case had finally brought two soul mates together. A union that was keeping the CSI lab quite buzzing with gossip. The one thing no one had guessed until the invitations had come in the mail was that a short time later Sara had said, "yes" to Grissom's proposal. Sometimes one must go through hell in order to reach heaven.
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