Chapter 5
Staring at the beam, he noticed the light had gone out. It was now dark, but Sara hadn't noticed. She couldn't see. Her left eye was sending her colourful shapes and made it very disorientating. Her right eye looked badly damaged and was now swelling. Grissom's chest didn't hurt as much anymore, although he was getting colder by the minute. Sara noticed his shivers, even though he tried to hide them. She would wrapped her arms around him gently and he would stop. After hours of being trapped inside this room, they were ready to never leave the safety of their homes again. The pain in Sara's ribs were getting persistent, but she couldn't stop moving. Discomfort became a regular thing. Grissom didn't say anything because he knew she was hurting just as much as he was.
It was strange that you should suddenly start thinking about death and what actually happens.
Bright light
Meet the Reaper
A family member waiting for you
An angel ready to show you the way to the afterlife
The question that popped into their heads was, 'was there an afterlife?'
Grissom pulled Sara closer instinctively at the sound of more movement. He then realised that his actions were false, that he was putting her in more danger. Just then, he removed his arm and pushed her away.
"Griss?" She sat up and reached for his hand or arm, or anything, but he continued to push away. "Grissom?"
He heard her tight voice and tried to hide the tears in his voice. "You need to move back Sara."
She shook her head at him and tried again to move closer. "I'm staying with you." She whimpered.
Grissom pulled his hand from hers and shook his head. "NO!" He tried shouting. "Get away!" He shouted venomously.
"Don't do this Griss, please." She sobbed.
"You come near me Sara and we both die." His tears broke through his barrier and began pooling down his cheeks.
Sara moved closer and grabbed his arm tightly as he attempted to pushed her away again. She laid against his side. "I'm not going anywhere without you. We made a promise."
Grissom growled into the darkness in angered frustration. "NO!" He couldn't push her again. His strength taken from him as he cried. "I remove my promise." He stated coldly. "I made no promise." He turned his head away from her hand as she tried to find his face. "I will not let you die here Sara. This is not going to happen. I break my promise and you 'will' get out of here." He said quietly, his eyes squeezed shut against the added pain in his heart.
"I don't." She whispered. "I don't accept." She clasped his shirt and tugged it slightly. "You made the promise first, remember. You can't break it." His head turned slowly to her. "I won't let you. I won't leave you alone. We leave here together and I don't care which way when that time comes."
His eyes scanned her teary face and wiped the wetness away. "I do." He whispered on a small sob. "I do." He repeated. "If we don't both make it, who will tell the team what happened in here?"
Sara shook her head. "I don't care Griss." She found his chin and brushed her fingers up his face to his cheek. "When we are found, they will know. They probably already know." She smiled faintly.
"You should tell them." He sighed. "You're not badly hurt."
She interrupted him with a firm voice. "I. Can't. See. Grissom."
His thumb traced her cheekbone and under her left eye. "You can see honey. you just need to see a doctor and he'll fix it."
"Maybe, but a doctor can fix you too." Grissom shook his head and turned away. "He can Grissom. Listen to me. Hold on some more and we will both be out of here. They are so close, you can hear the voices."
Grissom looked up at the beam and noticed a light bouncing of the dusty plaster. "I see a light." He chuckled. Sara snorted in reply and giggled. Looking down at her, he smirked. "No, I see a light from a touch or something, bouncing off the beam."
She turned into his shirt and chuckled. "Yeah, sure." She mumbled.
Grissom turned to see where the light was coming from, but couldn't make it out. The dust was clouding his vision. He squeezed Sara's shoulder slightly. "I can't see through the dust, but there's definitely something coming."
Sara tried to listen, but still couldn't hear anything. The rustling and muffled sounds had stopped. "I don't hear anything Griss." She whispered.
Just as he was about to forget it and blame the pain and coldness, he saw the light again and something that sounded like a voice. "D-r. G-r-i-s-s-o- m. M-i-s-s. S-i-d-l-e. a-n-y-b-o-d-y?" The voice was distorted with the distances, but the words could be made out clearly.
"You hear that?" Sara whispered softly.
Grissom grinned. "Oh yeah. I hear it." His head turned and a shuffling sound along with a loud crack was heard and Grissom cried out in pain. The beam had moved and the cabernet was beginning to collapse. "Sara!"
"Grissom!" Sara leaned over him as dust and a small beam with plaster fell on top of them.
After what felt like forever, Grissom's eyes opened and the pain in his chest was felt instantly. He groaned against the pain and the extra weight on his chest. Moving his hands to find Sara, he realised the weight on his chest was her and a large piece of plaster from the ceiling. It was pinning her to him. He lifted her head slightly and noticed blood trickling from her mouth. His tears were unstoppable as he slowly moved his hand to her neck and checked her pulse. After a few minutes he found a faint pulse. Laying her head back down on his chest, he looked over in the direction of the noises that were becoming louder.
"OvEr. HeRe." He choked out. "HeLp." Grissom's energy was gone, he couldn't hold out much longer and now Sara was badly injured. One of her ribs must have punched something. She was unconscious, but her breathing was raspy. A lung must have been punched by the plaster crushing her. He brushed her hair back and whimpered in pain. "Why Sara? Why did you have to do that?" He cried quietly.
Movement caught his attention, but he didn't acknowledge it. His eyes never left her face as the rescue workers tried to speak to him. They pulled the plaster from her and tried to lifted her, but Grissom wouldn't let go. They made a promise and he wasn't going to break it now, but he knew she needed help. He lowered his head to her and whispered into her ear. "I won't leave you."
Staring at the beam, he noticed the light had gone out. It was now dark, but Sara hadn't noticed. She couldn't see. Her left eye was sending her colourful shapes and made it very disorientating. Her right eye looked badly damaged and was now swelling. Grissom's chest didn't hurt as much anymore, although he was getting colder by the minute. Sara noticed his shivers, even though he tried to hide them. She would wrapped her arms around him gently and he would stop. After hours of being trapped inside this room, they were ready to never leave the safety of their homes again. The pain in Sara's ribs were getting persistent, but she couldn't stop moving. Discomfort became a regular thing. Grissom didn't say anything because he knew she was hurting just as much as he was.
It was strange that you should suddenly start thinking about death and what actually happens.
Bright light
Meet the Reaper
A family member waiting for you
An angel ready to show you the way to the afterlife
The question that popped into their heads was, 'was there an afterlife?'
Grissom pulled Sara closer instinctively at the sound of more movement. He then realised that his actions were false, that he was putting her in more danger. Just then, he removed his arm and pushed her away.
"Griss?" She sat up and reached for his hand or arm, or anything, but he continued to push away. "Grissom?"
He heard her tight voice and tried to hide the tears in his voice. "You need to move back Sara."
She shook her head at him and tried again to move closer. "I'm staying with you." She whimpered.
Grissom pulled his hand from hers and shook his head. "NO!" He tried shouting. "Get away!" He shouted venomously.
"Don't do this Griss, please." She sobbed.
"You come near me Sara and we both die." His tears broke through his barrier and began pooling down his cheeks.
Sara moved closer and grabbed his arm tightly as he attempted to pushed her away again. She laid against his side. "I'm not going anywhere without you. We made a promise."
Grissom growled into the darkness in angered frustration. "NO!" He couldn't push her again. His strength taken from him as he cried. "I remove my promise." He stated coldly. "I made no promise." He turned his head away from her hand as she tried to find his face. "I will not let you die here Sara. This is not going to happen. I break my promise and you 'will' get out of here." He said quietly, his eyes squeezed shut against the added pain in his heart.
"I don't." She whispered. "I don't accept." She clasped his shirt and tugged it slightly. "You made the promise first, remember. You can't break it." His head turned slowly to her. "I won't let you. I won't leave you alone. We leave here together and I don't care which way when that time comes."
His eyes scanned her teary face and wiped the wetness away. "I do." He whispered on a small sob. "I do." He repeated. "If we don't both make it, who will tell the team what happened in here?"
Sara shook her head. "I don't care Griss." She found his chin and brushed her fingers up his face to his cheek. "When we are found, they will know. They probably already know." She smiled faintly.
"You should tell them." He sighed. "You're not badly hurt."
She interrupted him with a firm voice. "I. Can't. See. Grissom."
His thumb traced her cheekbone and under her left eye. "You can see honey. you just need to see a doctor and he'll fix it."
"Maybe, but a doctor can fix you too." Grissom shook his head and turned away. "He can Grissom. Listen to me. Hold on some more and we will both be out of here. They are so close, you can hear the voices."
Grissom looked up at the beam and noticed a light bouncing of the dusty plaster. "I see a light." He chuckled. Sara snorted in reply and giggled. Looking down at her, he smirked. "No, I see a light from a touch or something, bouncing off the beam."
She turned into his shirt and chuckled. "Yeah, sure." She mumbled.
Grissom turned to see where the light was coming from, but couldn't make it out. The dust was clouding his vision. He squeezed Sara's shoulder slightly. "I can't see through the dust, but there's definitely something coming."
Sara tried to listen, but still couldn't hear anything. The rustling and muffled sounds had stopped. "I don't hear anything Griss." She whispered.
Just as he was about to forget it and blame the pain and coldness, he saw the light again and something that sounded like a voice. "D-r. G-r-i-s-s-o- m. M-i-s-s. S-i-d-l-e. a-n-y-b-o-d-y?" The voice was distorted with the distances, but the words could be made out clearly.
"You hear that?" Sara whispered softly.
Grissom grinned. "Oh yeah. I hear it." His head turned and a shuffling sound along with a loud crack was heard and Grissom cried out in pain. The beam had moved and the cabernet was beginning to collapse. "Sara!"
"Grissom!" Sara leaned over him as dust and a small beam with plaster fell on top of them.
After what felt like forever, Grissom's eyes opened and the pain in his chest was felt instantly. He groaned against the pain and the extra weight on his chest. Moving his hands to find Sara, he realised the weight on his chest was her and a large piece of plaster from the ceiling. It was pinning her to him. He lifted her head slightly and noticed blood trickling from her mouth. His tears were unstoppable as he slowly moved his hand to her neck and checked her pulse. After a few minutes he found a faint pulse. Laying her head back down on his chest, he looked over in the direction of the noises that were becoming louder.
"OvEr. HeRe." He choked out. "HeLp." Grissom's energy was gone, he couldn't hold out much longer and now Sara was badly injured. One of her ribs must have punched something. She was unconscious, but her breathing was raspy. A lung must have been punched by the plaster crushing her. He brushed her hair back and whimpered in pain. "Why Sara? Why did you have to do that?" He cried quietly.
Movement caught his attention, but he didn't acknowledge it. His eyes never left her face as the rescue workers tried to speak to him. They pulled the plaster from her and tried to lifted her, but Grissom wouldn't let go. They made a promise and he wasn't going to break it now, but he knew she needed help. He lowered his head to her and whispered into her ear. "I won't leave you."