Chapter 18
Sorry for the long delay in additional chapters. My father in law passed away about 2 weeks ago and we've just returned home. Let me know what you think, thanks.
Silence fills the room as the magnitude of the situation weighs heavily on the three of them. Sara is the first to speak.
"I thought you two said he wouldn't come back before the deadline he gave Catherine."
With a stern but gentle tone to his voice Grissom responds. "What we said was his previous pattern suggested that he would wait until the deadline. Let's keep our heads here. This is all part of his need to be in control."
"She's right Gil. He's changed the game. We have no way of knowing what will and won't happen. The old way of things is irrelevant. We're playing with a whole new set of rules."
"I agree," Grissom said hesitantly. He hated when the parameters of things changed. He was a creature of habit. He felt comfortable in what he knew. In a different way, he too loved the feel of being in control. The difference between Eddie and Grissom was Grissom's ability to love. He loved both women with all his heart, but for different reasons. He was torn between loving Catherine as a dear friend and Sara as a soul mate. "So here's what needs to happen. First of all, you two will stay at my place tonight. It will make Eddie's ability to get to you a little harder. Second, I'll have Brass post men outside my building. There is a security guard anyway, but a little extra help can't hurt."
"I'll go get a few things" Catherine said as she slowly gets up from the couch."
"You need any help?" Sara offered.
"I'll be fine. Thanks."
Sara and Grissom sat in silence as their battered friend slowly made her way into the other room.
Grissom moved closer to Sara on the couch and took her hand in his. "You doing ok? That was a pretty hard knock you took out there."
"I'm fine. Sore, but fine."
"I think I'll go check on Catherine." Sara said as she stands up. The room starts to spin as she quickly realizes that she's hurt more than she thought.
Grissom rises to his feet in a fluid movement to catch Sara before she falls to the floor. "Easy there, Sara."
"Guess I stood up too fast or something." Sara said.
Grissom watches Sara's face as the color tries to return. Instinctively, Sara's hand goes to her ribs. Grissom notices immediately.
"Would you mind if I took a look at your ribs? Maybe you broke one in that tackle."
"That's ok. Really, I'm fine."
"Sara, please let me take a look. I just want to rule out broken bones." Grissom cocks his head to the side as she reluctantly gives in to his request. Being as proper as he can be, Grissom barely raises Sara's shirt. He immediately sees the violent bruises making their way around the front of Sara's small body. As he reaches his hand up and cups the side of her ribs, Sara lets out a soft but audible cry.
"I'm sorry Sara. I didn't mean to hurt you." Grissom apologizes.
"I know. It just hurts a little."
Taking one more look Grissom replies, "It doesn't look like anything is broken. I'm sure you have a few bruised ribs. We should get those wrapped up."
Catherine walks back into the room to see Grissom holding Sara's shirt up and his hand placed on her ribs.
"Get a room you two" she giggled.
Sorry for the long delay in additional chapters. My father in law passed away about 2 weeks ago and we've just returned home. Let me know what you think, thanks.
Silence fills the room as the magnitude of the situation weighs heavily on the three of them. Sara is the first to speak.
"I thought you two said he wouldn't come back before the deadline he gave Catherine."
With a stern but gentle tone to his voice Grissom responds. "What we said was his previous pattern suggested that he would wait until the deadline. Let's keep our heads here. This is all part of his need to be in control."
"She's right Gil. He's changed the game. We have no way of knowing what will and won't happen. The old way of things is irrelevant. We're playing with a whole new set of rules."
"I agree," Grissom said hesitantly. He hated when the parameters of things changed. He was a creature of habit. He felt comfortable in what he knew. In a different way, he too loved the feel of being in control. The difference between Eddie and Grissom was Grissom's ability to love. He loved both women with all his heart, but for different reasons. He was torn between loving Catherine as a dear friend and Sara as a soul mate. "So here's what needs to happen. First of all, you two will stay at my place tonight. It will make Eddie's ability to get to you a little harder. Second, I'll have Brass post men outside my building. There is a security guard anyway, but a little extra help can't hurt."
"I'll go get a few things" Catherine said as she slowly gets up from the couch."
"You need any help?" Sara offered.
"I'll be fine. Thanks."
Sara and Grissom sat in silence as their battered friend slowly made her way into the other room.
Grissom moved closer to Sara on the couch and took her hand in his. "You doing ok? That was a pretty hard knock you took out there."
"I'm fine. Sore, but fine."
"I think I'll go check on Catherine." Sara said as she stands up. The room starts to spin as she quickly realizes that she's hurt more than she thought.
Grissom rises to his feet in a fluid movement to catch Sara before she falls to the floor. "Easy there, Sara."
"Guess I stood up too fast or something." Sara said.
Grissom watches Sara's face as the color tries to return. Instinctively, Sara's hand goes to her ribs. Grissom notices immediately.
"Would you mind if I took a look at your ribs? Maybe you broke one in that tackle."
"That's ok. Really, I'm fine."
"Sara, please let me take a look. I just want to rule out broken bones." Grissom cocks his head to the side as she reluctantly gives in to his request. Being as proper as he can be, Grissom barely raises Sara's shirt. He immediately sees the violent bruises making their way around the front of Sara's small body. As he reaches his hand up and cups the side of her ribs, Sara lets out a soft but audible cry.
"I'm sorry Sara. I didn't mean to hurt you." Grissom apologizes.
"I know. It just hurts a little."
Taking one more look Grissom replies, "It doesn't look like anything is broken. I'm sure you have a few bruised ribs. We should get those wrapped up."
Catherine walks back into the room to see Grissom holding Sara's shirt up and his hand placed on her ribs.
"Get a room you two" she giggled.
