Chapter 9
Hospital: Continued
Freddie quietly walked into the room and tapped Grissom on the shoulder. "We need to talk Gil." Grissom slowly pulled away from Sara and followed him out of the room. The door closed and Freddie turned to him somewhat distraught. "We have a problem."
Grissom didn't like the sound of that. "Be more specific."
"Mobley killed himself last night in his office after speaking with one of his hit men. Apparently he sold you down the river." Freddie watched as Grissom's features went from confusion, anger to distress. Grissom turned to look through the door window to see Sara. Freddie nodded. "She can't stay Gil, she has to be taken somewhere safe. They tried last night and failed. You know they'll try again."
He knew what Freddie was saying and didn't like it. "I'm not leaving her." Grissom said sternly turning back to him. "I'm not."
"You can't stay with her. If you really care for her then she has to be moved now before Mobley's guy moves in and we still don't know who he is. You need to keep away from her to protect her." Freddie reached out and squeezed his old friends shoulder. "It's the only way Gil. Jeff will be here in 10 minutes." Grissom nodded and went back into the room.
Sara turned her head towards him and smiled. "You ok?" He shook his head and lay back down next to her. "What is it Griss?"
He looked into her eyes and cupped her face. "I have to go away." She shook her head and tried to turn away. "No Sara please you need to listen to me. A friend of mine is coming to take you somewhere safe."
"I don't want to go anywhere, not without you." She said through tears. She closed her eyes and covered his hand on her cheek. "Don't leave me Griss. We just found each other, don't leave."
A single tear fell down his cheek. "I'll find you soon. It's too dangerous for you to be here."
"Promise you'll come and get me." She stared him down, but he didn't say anything. The door opened and a two men entered the room with a bed. "Griss promise me." She held his hand tightly and didn't let go as they lifted her onto the soft trolley. "Grissom please."
He stopped them from moving her and leaned down to kiss her slowly. She held his head to hers and squeezed her eyes shut as he whispered in her ear. "I promise.I love you."
"I love you too. Find me." She tried to reach for his hand but he let go.
Grissom watched her being escorted out of the building and watched her disappear for a time of his life he didn't know. Freddie led him to a car and they drove off.
One Week Later: Safe House
"Have you heard anything Freddie?" Grissom asked as he came through the door.
"Sorry."
"I promised I'd find her Fred. I don't lie, not to her." Grissom sat down on the chair and dropped his head to his hands.
"We're moving out in an hour. We've managed to round up all but one sharp shooter, we just need to find him."
Two Weeks Later: Beach House in San Francisco
Sara sat next to Jeff on the porch. They'd become good friends over the weeks. He was talking to her about their next move, but she wasn't listening. Her mind was wondering again as it did more often than not.
There had been no contact with Grissom or Freddie since the first week. They had told them to look out for strangers. Sara wasn't allowed to speak to Grissom and she really wanted to see him. She couldn't sleep at night knowing he could be taken from her and she wouldn't know. As she continued to think about it, she realised it would be the same for him. Jeff assured they would know, but insisted that she not think about it too much. He was a good friend and seemed to be growing attached to her. He was only a few years older than she was and it's probably why thy got on so well.
The beach house was one of 8 houses overlooking the beach. They're private houses under names that were owned by the agency. Nothing was on computer for the protection of the body they were protecting. This time of the year where there was barely a soul on the beach was very peaceful. The tides hit the rocks at one side of the cover and waves crashed into the sea making a soothing sound.
Sara walked along the beach with Jeff every morning and would talk to him about Grissom. Jeff worked with Grissom a few years back and even disclosed that he trained him.
"When we worked together at the lab, he was always quiet and kept to himself." Sara smiled at the thought of Grissom sitting behind his desk with his feet resting on it as he read the latest entomology book. "Him and his bugs. That's real isn't it?" She asked glancing at Jeff who had a huge grin on his face.
"Oh yeah, bugs are a huge hobby for him. He's a professor, scientist and now an ex-special ops agent. He doesn't believe in lying to people and likes to have the qualifications to work in the field."
"He loves learning." Sara laughed. "I tried to pull him away from a book once, but he wouldn't budge. I'm the same I suppose. He tried once to get back at me and he wore the book." Jeff burst out laughing.
Jeff stopped walking and looked out over the sea. "He cares a lot for you, you know?"
Sara kicked the sand with her bare feet and nodded. "I know."
Later: Beach House in San Francisco
Sara sat slowly onto the couch and closed her eyes. She was tired and missing Grissom immensely. No contact was starting to drive her crazy. After an hours sleep, Jeff woke her and told her to be quiet. "Move to the window and get down." He whispered. Sara nodded and did as she was told. Jeff shielded her as bullets flew threw the front windows of the beach house.
Two Days Later: Beach House in San Francisco
Grissom walked through the house slowly and took in everything. He looked around he noticed a mark on the floor by the back window. He crouched down and traced it with his fingers. An arrow that looked scratched into the wood with the tip of a gun barrel. He looked up and walked through the back door onto the patio. He scanned the beach and closed his eyes against the sounds of the sea. "She's not here."
"Jeff still has her Gil. She's safe."
Grissom turned to Freddie and nodded. "I'm going to break off and find her Freddie. I'll take care of the shooter if he shows his face."
Freddie looked at him for a few seconds before nodding. "Ok. Take what you need and keep in contact."
Hospital: Continued
Freddie quietly walked into the room and tapped Grissom on the shoulder. "We need to talk Gil." Grissom slowly pulled away from Sara and followed him out of the room. The door closed and Freddie turned to him somewhat distraught. "We have a problem."
Grissom didn't like the sound of that. "Be more specific."
"Mobley killed himself last night in his office after speaking with one of his hit men. Apparently he sold you down the river." Freddie watched as Grissom's features went from confusion, anger to distress. Grissom turned to look through the door window to see Sara. Freddie nodded. "She can't stay Gil, she has to be taken somewhere safe. They tried last night and failed. You know they'll try again."
He knew what Freddie was saying and didn't like it. "I'm not leaving her." Grissom said sternly turning back to him. "I'm not."
"You can't stay with her. If you really care for her then she has to be moved now before Mobley's guy moves in and we still don't know who he is. You need to keep away from her to protect her." Freddie reached out and squeezed his old friends shoulder. "It's the only way Gil. Jeff will be here in 10 minutes." Grissom nodded and went back into the room.
Sara turned her head towards him and smiled. "You ok?" He shook his head and lay back down next to her. "What is it Griss?"
He looked into her eyes and cupped her face. "I have to go away." She shook her head and tried to turn away. "No Sara please you need to listen to me. A friend of mine is coming to take you somewhere safe."
"I don't want to go anywhere, not without you." She said through tears. She closed her eyes and covered his hand on her cheek. "Don't leave me Griss. We just found each other, don't leave."
A single tear fell down his cheek. "I'll find you soon. It's too dangerous for you to be here."
"Promise you'll come and get me." She stared him down, but he didn't say anything. The door opened and a two men entered the room with a bed. "Griss promise me." She held his hand tightly and didn't let go as they lifted her onto the soft trolley. "Grissom please."
He stopped them from moving her and leaned down to kiss her slowly. She held his head to hers and squeezed her eyes shut as he whispered in her ear. "I promise.I love you."
"I love you too. Find me." She tried to reach for his hand but he let go.
Grissom watched her being escorted out of the building and watched her disappear for a time of his life he didn't know. Freddie led him to a car and they drove off.
One Week Later: Safe House
"Have you heard anything Freddie?" Grissom asked as he came through the door.
"Sorry."
"I promised I'd find her Fred. I don't lie, not to her." Grissom sat down on the chair and dropped his head to his hands.
"We're moving out in an hour. We've managed to round up all but one sharp shooter, we just need to find him."
Two Weeks Later: Beach House in San Francisco
Sara sat next to Jeff on the porch. They'd become good friends over the weeks. He was talking to her about their next move, but she wasn't listening. Her mind was wondering again as it did more often than not.
There had been no contact with Grissom or Freddie since the first week. They had told them to look out for strangers. Sara wasn't allowed to speak to Grissom and she really wanted to see him. She couldn't sleep at night knowing he could be taken from her and she wouldn't know. As she continued to think about it, she realised it would be the same for him. Jeff assured they would know, but insisted that she not think about it too much. He was a good friend and seemed to be growing attached to her. He was only a few years older than she was and it's probably why thy got on so well.
The beach house was one of 8 houses overlooking the beach. They're private houses under names that were owned by the agency. Nothing was on computer for the protection of the body they were protecting. This time of the year where there was barely a soul on the beach was very peaceful. The tides hit the rocks at one side of the cover and waves crashed into the sea making a soothing sound.
Sara walked along the beach with Jeff every morning and would talk to him about Grissom. Jeff worked with Grissom a few years back and even disclosed that he trained him.
"When we worked together at the lab, he was always quiet and kept to himself." Sara smiled at the thought of Grissom sitting behind his desk with his feet resting on it as he read the latest entomology book. "Him and his bugs. That's real isn't it?" She asked glancing at Jeff who had a huge grin on his face.
"Oh yeah, bugs are a huge hobby for him. He's a professor, scientist and now an ex-special ops agent. He doesn't believe in lying to people and likes to have the qualifications to work in the field."
"He loves learning." Sara laughed. "I tried to pull him away from a book once, but he wouldn't budge. I'm the same I suppose. He tried once to get back at me and he wore the book." Jeff burst out laughing.
Jeff stopped walking and looked out over the sea. "He cares a lot for you, you know?"
Sara kicked the sand with her bare feet and nodded. "I know."
Later: Beach House in San Francisco
Sara sat slowly onto the couch and closed her eyes. She was tired and missing Grissom immensely. No contact was starting to drive her crazy. After an hours sleep, Jeff woke her and told her to be quiet. "Move to the window and get down." He whispered. Sara nodded and did as she was told. Jeff shielded her as bullets flew threw the front windows of the beach house.
Two Days Later: Beach House in San Francisco
Grissom walked through the house slowly and took in everything. He looked around he noticed a mark on the floor by the back window. He crouched down and traced it with his fingers. An arrow that looked scratched into the wood with the tip of a gun barrel. He looked up and walked through the back door onto the patio. He scanned the beach and closed his eyes against the sounds of the sea. "She's not here."
"Jeff still has her Gil. She's safe."
Grissom turned to Freddie and nodded. "I'm going to break off and find her Freddie. I'll take care of the shooter if he shows his face."
Freddie looked at him for a few seconds before nodding. "Ok. Take what you need and keep in contact."