Chapter 2
"Take small breaths, let me make sure your not hurt elsewhere." Grissom moaned an 'ok' and closed his eyes. Sara slowly ran her hand down his throat to his neck. She stopped to check his pulse and smiled. "You ok? Pulse is high. Angry or just generally pissed?"
Grissom smiled. "Nervous actually." He watched her face as she registered surprise. "Don't wonder to far Sara." He grinned.
Sara smirked. "Oh so not funny Griss. God, such a bad sense of humour, even in the dark." Grissom's smile faded when she said that. He looked at the dim light. It wasn't all that dark. "I know." She whispered. "It's only dark where I am."
"No it's not." He whispered back.
She looked down and smiled. Moving her hand over his shoulder, she found the metal and blood. It was still bleeding. She sat up and shrugged off her shirt. Beneath it she wore a light tank top. Grissom watched as she leaned back over him and bunched the shirt up. "Griss. You need to be my eyes ok?"
"It's ok Sara. Just don't move it."
Sara nodded and with the help of his right hand, they managed to ball up the shirt in places so it soaked up and helped stop the blood loss. "Ok, next." She continued her hands down his left side, but Grissom didn't move or seem to feel anything there. She got to his hip and felt his eyes on her. She looked at him and grinned. "What?"
He shook his head and chuckled lightly. "Just making sure."
"Shut up." She chastised playfully. Feeling his legs one by one, she found a gash on his knee. "Hold still." She said pushing her hand into his pocket.
"Sara!" He squeaked.
She laughed. "Stop shrieking, god sakes. Men. They think it all revolves around wandering hands when 'all' I was trying to find was your handkerchief." She explained and gently wrapped and tied it around the gash.
Grissom watched her intently and furrowed his brows. "How did you know I used a handkerchief or that it was in my pocket?"
Sara glanced blindly at him and shrugged. He smirked and watched as she continued to search for anymore injuries, not finding any, she lay back down and inhaled deeply. "I'm so tired." She murmured.
** **
Catherine, Nick, Warrick and Brass stared at the building and watched as the fire crew pulled layers and layers of brick and plaster from the collapsed parts. After that was cleared, the search began.
"Where were they?" Asked a fireman.
Nick looked at Brass who shrugged. Warrick and Catherine also gave looks of no clue. "Not sure. They were meeting a suspect for questioning. Could be her office or on the way to her office." Nick suggested.
The fireman nodded and went to tell his crew.
The others tried to help, but were told to stay back and wait until the area was secure. The building could go any second.
"I hope their alright." Catherine whispered.
** **
Sara sat up quickly and moved away, leaving Grissom alone. "Sara." He heard her being sick again. "Jesus Sara that's like 4 times already. Something you not telling me?"
She snuggled back against him when she knocked something. She noticed it was hers and Grissom's cases. "Luck at last." She mumbled and opened Grissom's case first. She pulled out his maglite after searching around a bit. She handed it to him. She opened her case and found her water and chocolate bar. She smiled. "You hungry?"
Grissom smiled too. "No I'm fine." He touched her leg and asked. "You do actually have evidence collecting equipment in that thing and not your lunch?"
Sara grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Actually yes." He chuckled. "Water, food, fingerprint dust, lifters, Christopher Columbus etc. the kitchen sink by any chance?"
"Wouldn't fit." She answered jokingly.
He shook his head and looked up at the sound of scraping. "You hear that?" He asked.
Sara listened and nodded. "Yeah, I do. The clean up crew maybe."
Grissom looked over at her. "You want to like shout to them?"
She shook her head. "Can't do that."
Looking at her strangely, he tugged on her hand. "Why not?" He asked seriously.
"I don't exactly have the lung capacity for it." She answer turning her head away.
He didn't understand. "Lung capacity?"
Sara drank some water and helped him drink some. As she put the bottle on the floor, Grissom grasped her arm and pulled her down to him. She seemed to look at him, but he knew she couldn't see him. She bit her lip and buried her head in his shoulder. Grissom held her tightly. He asked her again after a while and this time he got a reply, but not one he wanted.
"I broke three ribs."
Grissom stopped his hand that was rubbing her back and instantly went to her side and lightly felt her ribs. She whimpered in pain when he pressed in slightly. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She moved her head and sighed. "There's nothing you can do Grissom."
"You're probably bleeding internally Sara. All the throwing up. God Sara. you could die." His voice trailed off as he said that.
"I won't Griss." She assured. "I'm fine. I can breath ok, nothing's punctured."
He leaned his head on hers and pulled her closer. He squeezed her shoulder. "Try not to be sick, if you can help it. You could puncture a lung or your heart and don't move around anymore." He said softly. "Just stay still, don't move."
Sara reached up and cupped his face. Her thumb brushing his cheek softly. "You do the same then."
"Ok." He agreed.
"Take small breaths, let me make sure your not hurt elsewhere." Grissom moaned an 'ok' and closed his eyes. Sara slowly ran her hand down his throat to his neck. She stopped to check his pulse and smiled. "You ok? Pulse is high. Angry or just generally pissed?"
Grissom smiled. "Nervous actually." He watched her face as she registered surprise. "Don't wonder to far Sara." He grinned.
Sara smirked. "Oh so not funny Griss. God, such a bad sense of humour, even in the dark." Grissom's smile faded when she said that. He looked at the dim light. It wasn't all that dark. "I know." She whispered. "It's only dark where I am."
"No it's not." He whispered back.
She looked down and smiled. Moving her hand over his shoulder, she found the metal and blood. It was still bleeding. She sat up and shrugged off her shirt. Beneath it she wore a light tank top. Grissom watched as she leaned back over him and bunched the shirt up. "Griss. You need to be my eyes ok?"
"It's ok Sara. Just don't move it."
Sara nodded and with the help of his right hand, they managed to ball up the shirt in places so it soaked up and helped stop the blood loss. "Ok, next." She continued her hands down his left side, but Grissom didn't move or seem to feel anything there. She got to his hip and felt his eyes on her. She looked at him and grinned. "What?"
He shook his head and chuckled lightly. "Just making sure."
"Shut up." She chastised playfully. Feeling his legs one by one, she found a gash on his knee. "Hold still." She said pushing her hand into his pocket.
"Sara!" He squeaked.
She laughed. "Stop shrieking, god sakes. Men. They think it all revolves around wandering hands when 'all' I was trying to find was your handkerchief." She explained and gently wrapped and tied it around the gash.
Grissom watched her intently and furrowed his brows. "How did you know I used a handkerchief or that it was in my pocket?"
Sara glanced blindly at him and shrugged. He smirked and watched as she continued to search for anymore injuries, not finding any, she lay back down and inhaled deeply. "I'm so tired." She murmured.
** **
Catherine, Nick, Warrick and Brass stared at the building and watched as the fire crew pulled layers and layers of brick and plaster from the collapsed parts. After that was cleared, the search began.
"Where were they?" Asked a fireman.
Nick looked at Brass who shrugged. Warrick and Catherine also gave looks of no clue. "Not sure. They were meeting a suspect for questioning. Could be her office or on the way to her office." Nick suggested.
The fireman nodded and went to tell his crew.
The others tried to help, but were told to stay back and wait until the area was secure. The building could go any second.
"I hope their alright." Catherine whispered.
** **
Sara sat up quickly and moved away, leaving Grissom alone. "Sara." He heard her being sick again. "Jesus Sara that's like 4 times already. Something you not telling me?"
She snuggled back against him when she knocked something. She noticed it was hers and Grissom's cases. "Luck at last." She mumbled and opened Grissom's case first. She pulled out his maglite after searching around a bit. She handed it to him. She opened her case and found her water and chocolate bar. She smiled. "You hungry?"
Grissom smiled too. "No I'm fine." He touched her leg and asked. "You do actually have evidence collecting equipment in that thing and not your lunch?"
Sara grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Actually yes." He chuckled. "Water, food, fingerprint dust, lifters, Christopher Columbus etc. the kitchen sink by any chance?"
"Wouldn't fit." She answered jokingly.
He shook his head and looked up at the sound of scraping. "You hear that?" He asked.
Sara listened and nodded. "Yeah, I do. The clean up crew maybe."
Grissom looked over at her. "You want to like shout to them?"
She shook her head. "Can't do that."
Looking at her strangely, he tugged on her hand. "Why not?" He asked seriously.
"I don't exactly have the lung capacity for it." She answer turning her head away.
He didn't understand. "Lung capacity?"
Sara drank some water and helped him drink some. As she put the bottle on the floor, Grissom grasped her arm and pulled her down to him. She seemed to look at him, but he knew she couldn't see him. She bit her lip and buried her head in his shoulder. Grissom held her tightly. He asked her again after a while and this time he got a reply, but not one he wanted.
"I broke three ribs."
Grissom stopped his hand that was rubbing her back and instantly went to her side and lightly felt her ribs. She whimpered in pain when he pressed in slightly. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She moved her head and sighed. "There's nothing you can do Grissom."
"You're probably bleeding internally Sara. All the throwing up. God Sara. you could die." His voice trailed off as he said that.
"I won't Griss." She assured. "I'm fine. I can breath ok, nothing's punctured."
He leaned his head on hers and pulled her closer. He squeezed her shoulder. "Try not to be sick, if you can help it. You could puncture a lung or your heart and don't move around anymore." He said softly. "Just stay still, don't move."
Sara reached up and cupped his face. Her thumb brushing his cheek softly. "You do the same then."
"Ok." He agreed.