Okay so same disclaimer, don't worry I'll put everyone back when I'm finished. Enjoy.

Spoilers: slight mention of Sex, Lies, and Larvae

When The Darkness Turns To Light: Broken

By: PrepSatan

"What in holy hell was that Gil, why couldn't I call an ambulance, and what the hell are these?!"  She threw the bottle at him, mad that he kicked her out. He pulled her into the hall so they didn't wake Sara.

"That was a panic attack Catherine, calling an ambulance wouldn't have helped they can't do anything, and I don't know what those are.  Her internet is down and I've never heard of them."

"I'm sorry Grissom, I shouldn't have yelled, I was scared, I've never seen anything like that before.  Is she going to be ok?"

"She's going to be fine, could you see what you can find out about the pills when you get back to the office and call me when you find out?"

"Sure, are you going to be ok here alone?"

"Ya, Sara's sleeping now, those things are hard on a person, especially when you're sick."

"Ya, I'd imagine.  Anyway I've got to go, I told Nicky I'd only be a minute, and I didn't crack a window for him."

Grissom smiled, "Don't tell him what happened, Sara probably doesn't want everyone to know."

"Sure, but what should I tell him if he asked what took so long?"

"Just tell him you were talking to me."

"Right, I'll call you in a bit with that information."

"Thanks Cath."

Catherine smiled as she put her coat on.  'God he loves her so much' she thought as she walked back to the car. 

"Hey what took you so long, I was about to call in a missing persons." Nick drawled when she sat down.

"I was talking to Grissom."

"I see, so how's Sara?"

"She's sick Nicky."

"I know that, what I meant was when do you think she's be coming back to work?"

"I don't know two days maybe."

"So where's Grissom?"

"He's staying with Sara and catching up on paper work."

"He really likes her eh."

"I don't know, I think he would stay if any of us needed him." She didn't really think that it was true but if it would get Nick to be quiet she didn't care.  As they drove back to the lab she found her thoughts focussing on Gil and Sara.  'He does love her, I know he does, but it's a special kind of love, not like a sexual attraction, like a platonic love, a deep and pure love.  If anything ever happened to her, he'd be lost.'

"Penny for your thoughts Cath."

"What, sorry?"

"You haven't said anything this whole trip, what were you thinking about?"

"Nothing really."  Catherine got out of the Tahoe and grabbed the evidence bags.  As her and Nick walked toward the DNA lab they were almost crushed by Greg as he rushed out of the lab to greet them. 

"Did you find Sara? Is she ok?"  Catherine laughed at how eager Greg was he reminded her of one of those little yapping dogs that jumps up at you and barks all the time. 

"Yes Greg we found her, she's okay, more or less."

"More or less?  What do you mean more or less?"  Greg sounded nervous now.

"Relax Greg, all I meant was she's sick, so she's not fine, but she'll be okay soon."  Catherine smiled to show him that she knew everything was going to be alright.  He looked relieved but a little upset at the same time.  Nick chose that moment to speak up. 

"Hey Greggo can you run the DNA on this for us?" He asked handing Greg one of the evidence bags.

"Sure thing Nick."  Greg took the bag and retreated back to lab and loud music.  Catherine handed Nick the other evidence bags. 

"Could lift the prints from these, I have some work to do for Grissom, I'll be in his office if you need me."  She turned and walked to the office before Nick could say anything.  As she waited for Grissom's computer to start up she rooted around in her purse looking for the prescription bottle.  "Damn, I must have left it at Sara's" Catherine said to no one in particular.  She called Grissom.

"Grissom?"

"Hey Gil, did I leave the prescription bottle there."

"Umm I think so, one second."  Gil put the phone down and walked out to the living room where Catherine had thrown the bottle at him.  It should have been on the floor still but it wasn't.  "I can't find it right now, but I'll call you back in a minute.  He walked back to Sara's room; the bottle was sitting open on her nightstand.  'That's odd.' He thought, 'when did she get up.'  He thought for a minute, when Catherine had been over they had gone into the hall to talk before she left, they didn't want to wake Sara.  What was in this bottle that she would wait until he had left to take it?  He called Catherine back.

"Willows."

"Hi Catherine, I found it, it's called meprobamate, that's m-e-p-r-o-b-a-m-a-t-e."

"Got it, I'll look it up."

"Great thanks, and you know keep it to yourself."

"Of course, how is she?"

"Ok, I'm just making lunch."

"I'll leave you two alone then, bye."

"Bye."

Gil looked though Sara's cupboards for something to eat; all he found was vegetable soup.  'Figures' he thought, smiling at the memory of the two of them sitting out watching the decaying pig.  He found a pot under the sink and heated the soup.  He walked back to her room carrying a bowl; he hoped that she would be willing to eat.  He put the bowl on her nightstand next to her pills and water bottle.  She had grown restless while he was out of the room and was now tossing and mumbling to herself.  Grissom brushed a stray piece of hair from her face.  He was startled by how warm she was.  When he had checked just before Catherine called her fever had been down to almost normal, but now it had to be at least 101.  His mind drifted back to the pill bottle, he grabbed it and looked at the label, it had been prescribed yesterday.  Grissom's mind started to piece things together; if she had gotten the meds yesterday she would have taken the first dose before she went to bed last night.  So if her fever went down during the day as the drug wore off, and spiked now when she took another dose then…

He grabbed Sara's shoulders and shook her.  "Sara! Sara! Come on wake up!"  He stopped and checked her pulse, it was way too low, and he could hear her struggle to breathe, he grabbed his phone.

"Hello, 911.  How can I help you?"

"Hi, this is Gil Grissom and I need an ambulance to 1235 Wicker Street, apartment 42."

"Alright, I'm dispatching now it should be about ten minutes, what is the problem Mr. Grissom?"

"My friend seems to be having an allergic reaction to some medication, she has a high fever, her pulse is 46 and she's having trouble breathing."

"Do you know CPR Mr. Grissom?"

"Yes."

"Good, keep an eye on her breathing for me ok. The ambulance will be there soon."

Grissom put his phone down and took Sara's hand, "It's going to be okay, Sara.  You're going to be fine.  Everything's ok."  He was worried now, what if she didn't make it?  It was a thought too horrible to think. He heard the 911 lady calling his name.

"Yes I'm here, sorry."

"Mr. Grissom the ambulance should be there in a minute, so I'm going to go and you can wait for them ok?"

"Ya, thank you."  He hung up and took Sara's hand again.  He heard the sirens outside, he knew he would have to let them in but he didn't want to leave her.  He heard the knock and then the door handle turning.

"Mr. Grissom? EMT's"

"We're in the bedroom."  He called out.  He heard the heavy boots on Sara's hardwood floor.  Her bedroom door opened. 

"We need you to move sir."  Grissom looked up, the paramedics looked so young, they couldn't be qualified to help her, he wanted to step in and protect her from harm, but knew they had to do their job or…  He couldn't finish the thought. 

"Sir, we need to work here."  Grissom blinked and stood up.  He felt like he was watching from outside his body, like it was all just some nightmare and he would wake up soon, but he knew that it wasn't.  They had her on a stretcher now. 

"We have to go Mr. Grissom.  Will you be riding with us?"

"Yes, of course." 

He sat in silence holding Sara's hand and thinking about why she had kept this from him.  He was hurt by her deception but too afraid to be angry.  Suddenly Sara gasped and stopped breathing.  The medic pulled Grissom's hand away and started CPR. 

"She's coding!" He yelled to the driver.

"We're almost there."  The driver yelled back.

By the time they arrived Sara had been receiving CPR for five minutes and still wasn't breathing on her own.  When they got into the ER and doctor came over, listened to the medic and gave Sara a shot of epinephrine.  She jerked, choked, and started breathing.  Grissom let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

The nurse put his hand on Gil's shoulder. 

"Mr…?"

"Grissom."

"Mr. Grissom, would you come with me please."

"But Sara, she, is she okay… I mean will she be okay."

"She'll be fine but we need to let the doctors work.  Please come with me."

Grissom followed him numbly and started to fill out paperwork.  When he was finished he called Catherine.

"Willows"

"Hi Catherine, it's Grissom."

Catherine thought he sounded off, drained of life.

"Grissom what happened?!"

"Sara, allergic, stopped breathing, we're at the hospital.  Oh god Catherine I'm so scared." He started to cry.  In all their years together she had never heard him cry.

"I'll be right there Gil, you're at Desert Palm?"

"Yaa in the ER." He hung up and waited.  A few minutes later a doctor walked over to him.

"Mr. Grissom?" Gil looked up and nodded. "You came in with Sara Sidle right?"

"Yes, is she alright?"

"Are you family?"

"Not really, but kind of, I'm her boss, we work for the LVPD, we're criminalists, is she ok?"

"I'm sorry sir, but I can only give information to family members."

"She doesn't have any family here; I'm the closest thing, so tell me if she's alright."  He was yelling now, he knew that it wasn't the doctor's fault, but sometimes he hated the politics. 

"Alright, as you probably guessed she had an allergic reaction to the medication she was taking.  She's stable now, but still asleep."

"Can I see her?"

"Not just yet, but soon.  A nurse will come and get you." Grissom stood up and shook the doctor's hand.

"Thank you doctor, and sorry for yelling."

"That's ok, I've had worse, and I know this can be hard."

Grissom sat back down to wait to see Sara.  He had so many thoughts going through his head.  What if he had lost her today, she would never had known what she meant to him.  Never know how he felt.   He decided to tell her when she was feeling better and after he had found out what she was hiding from him. He took a deep breath and opened her door.  It hurt him to look at her; she looked so small, so fragile, so weak and helpless.  He turned to leave but he heard her calling his name.

"Grissom."

"Hey Sara, how are you feeling?"

"Like hell, what happened?"  He leaned over and caressed her face, dismayed to find it still too warm.

"You had an allergic reaction to your medication.  What is that anyways?"

"I don't want to talk about it."  She turned away from him. 

"Ok that's fine."  He took her hand, "You don't have to tell me anything now, it can wait until you're ready, if you're ready."  Sara smiled at him, god how he loved to see her smile.

"Thanks Gil."  She rolled over, Grissom held her hand until she fell asleep again.  Catherine had been watching the whole scene from the door, she smiled to herself, 'It may have taken a near death experience, but at least she'll know how he feels.' Catherine moved toward the bed, she put a hand on Grissom's shoulder; he jumped at the sudden contact.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.  How is she?"

"She's doing better, she'll be ok."

"Good, hey I found out about those pills."

"And?" Catherine noted the concern in his voice, and the scared look that flashed through his eyes.

"And, they are an anti-anxiety drug, used for the short-term treatment of anxiety disorders."

The words hit Grissom like a ton of bricks.  There was something wrong with Sara, his Sara, and he didn't know how to fix it.

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So that's it for part four, there now you know what's wrong, more soon.