Chapter 9
Grissom had to show his ID to many doctors and nurses before they allowed him to see Sara. She was in ICU and was critical. Grissom stood by the door looking in on her. She lay there covered in lines and monitors lined one side of her bed. Blue blankets covered her thin body keeping her warm. He pushed the door open and walked in. Pulling up a chair from the corner of the room to her side, he sat in it and took her hand in his.
He looked down at her skinny fingers in his and wrapped his around them, feeling her warmth. His eyes scanned her body from toes to head, noting the damage done in the explosion. Her face, shoulders and arms were all he could see. Some small bruises covered her cheeks and neck and her shoulder was bandaged. The nurse had told him that the explosion force her hard against a wall and caused a concussion, also a piece of metal was lodge in her shoulder, which they managed to repair without complications, but the main concern was her head injury. She had a large gash at the back of her skull, which is inconclusive of more damage until she woke up for more tests.
"Hey." He said quietly as he ran his thumb over her knuckles. "Sara, you have to wake up." Not knowing what else to say he brought her hand to his cheek then turned his head to kiss it.
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The building was even more of a shambles than the first explosion. Warrick and Nick carefully swept the wreckage being fully away that there may be more booby traps. Catherine was talking to Brass. "How's Sara?" She asked, still not knowing how bad the situation was.
"She's in ICU."
"And the officer?" Brass shook his head. "How will Grissom get in, he's not family?" She asked as a young police officer handed her a coffee.
"I talked to the doctors. I some how knew he'd want to see her."
Catherine nodded. "Yeah, they are close."
"How long have they known each other?" Brass sat on the hood of his car and Catherine joined him.
"About 10 years I think. They met at a seminar I think Grissom said."
"Seems strange nothing happened between the two of them in that time." Brass queried aloud.
Catherine agreed. "Strange, but Grissom was never any good at that sort of thing anyway."
"Suppose not."
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Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep
The incessant noise of the machines was driving her insane. How can anyone sleep with that bloody noise in their ear all the time?
'Why was there bleeping anyway?' last thing she remembered was collecting her kit and. then nothing but a wall hitting her. no .she hit the wall. 'God that hurt so much' Her shoulder was killing for some reason, why was it so painful? All she wanted to do was sleep, but that bleeping was doing her nut. With a slurred and scratchy voice she tried to talk. "Turn that off." She instantly started coughing and regretted talking at all, her head pounded to even think.
Grissom jumped at the sudden sound. He'd been resting his head on her hand with his eyes closed. "Sara?" He stood and leaned over her.
Sara wanted so much to hold her head right now, but she couldn't move. "Ow, turn it off." She demanded in a sterner tone this time.
Grissom grinned. "Well at least your mood hasn't changed." He commented as he cupped her face. Sara opened her eyes slowly, but closed them at the brightness of the overhead light. Grissom quickly switched it off. "Better?"
She opened her eyes again and squinted. "Yeah, can you stop the bleeping with your super powers too?" She tried to smiled but stopped. Her own voice echoed loudly as it bounced from one side of her skull to the other.
"I'm going to get the doctor." He released her hand and left the room.
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"I found the fragments and sent them back to the lab. I also found the remains of a metal trolley. It was wired. It's in as many pieces as the bomb." Warrick was truly puzzled at the discovery.
Catherine and Nick were taking turns in collecting photographic evidence. Catherine took a look at the trolley parts and shook her head. "Maybe the bomb was inside it."
Nick stopped taking pictures. "What person puts bombs in trolley's?"
"This is a storage trolley, so a person who was working here might have been the bomber." Warrick's theory lit a light bulb and he continued. "I'm going to search the employee lists and cross reference them with the list from the school, see if there's a connection."
Catherine and Nick were taking more photos as she spoke. "Good idea. I'm going to finish here and go see Sara." Catherine continued working as Warrick left with the trolley pieces.
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Grissom had to show his ID to many doctors and nurses before they allowed him to see Sara. She was in ICU and was critical. Grissom stood by the door looking in on her. She lay there covered in lines and monitors lined one side of her bed. Blue blankets covered her thin body keeping her warm. He pushed the door open and walked in. Pulling up a chair from the corner of the room to her side, he sat in it and took her hand in his.
He looked down at her skinny fingers in his and wrapped his around them, feeling her warmth. His eyes scanned her body from toes to head, noting the damage done in the explosion. Her face, shoulders and arms were all he could see. Some small bruises covered her cheeks and neck and her shoulder was bandaged. The nurse had told him that the explosion force her hard against a wall and caused a concussion, also a piece of metal was lodge in her shoulder, which they managed to repair without complications, but the main concern was her head injury. She had a large gash at the back of her skull, which is inconclusive of more damage until she woke up for more tests.
"Hey." He said quietly as he ran his thumb over her knuckles. "Sara, you have to wake up." Not knowing what else to say he brought her hand to his cheek then turned his head to kiss it.
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The building was even more of a shambles than the first explosion. Warrick and Nick carefully swept the wreckage being fully away that there may be more booby traps. Catherine was talking to Brass. "How's Sara?" She asked, still not knowing how bad the situation was.
"She's in ICU."
"And the officer?" Brass shook his head. "How will Grissom get in, he's not family?" She asked as a young police officer handed her a coffee.
"I talked to the doctors. I some how knew he'd want to see her."
Catherine nodded. "Yeah, they are close."
"How long have they known each other?" Brass sat on the hood of his car and Catherine joined him.
"About 10 years I think. They met at a seminar I think Grissom said."
"Seems strange nothing happened between the two of them in that time." Brass queried aloud.
Catherine agreed. "Strange, but Grissom was never any good at that sort of thing anyway."
"Suppose not."
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Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep
The incessant noise of the machines was driving her insane. How can anyone sleep with that bloody noise in their ear all the time?
'Why was there bleeping anyway?' last thing she remembered was collecting her kit and. then nothing but a wall hitting her. no .she hit the wall. 'God that hurt so much' Her shoulder was killing for some reason, why was it so painful? All she wanted to do was sleep, but that bleeping was doing her nut. With a slurred and scratchy voice she tried to talk. "Turn that off." She instantly started coughing and regretted talking at all, her head pounded to even think.
Grissom jumped at the sudden sound. He'd been resting his head on her hand with his eyes closed. "Sara?" He stood and leaned over her.
Sara wanted so much to hold her head right now, but she couldn't move. "Ow, turn it off." She demanded in a sterner tone this time.
Grissom grinned. "Well at least your mood hasn't changed." He commented as he cupped her face. Sara opened her eyes slowly, but closed them at the brightness of the overhead light. Grissom quickly switched it off. "Better?"
She opened her eyes again and squinted. "Yeah, can you stop the bleeping with your super powers too?" She tried to smiled but stopped. Her own voice echoed loudly as it bounced from one side of her skull to the other.
"I'm going to get the doctor." He released her hand and left the room.
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"I found the fragments and sent them back to the lab. I also found the remains of a metal trolley. It was wired. It's in as many pieces as the bomb." Warrick was truly puzzled at the discovery.
Catherine and Nick were taking turns in collecting photographic evidence. Catherine took a look at the trolley parts and shook her head. "Maybe the bomb was inside it."
Nick stopped taking pictures. "What person puts bombs in trolley's?"
"This is a storage trolley, so a person who was working here might have been the bomber." Warrick's theory lit a light bulb and he continued. "I'm going to search the employee lists and cross reference them with the list from the school, see if there's a connection."
Catherine and Nick were taking more photos as she spoke. "Good idea. I'm going to finish here and go see Sara." Catherine continued working as Warrick left with the trolley pieces.
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