Chapter 6
Two rescue workers carefully lifted Sara onto a gurney and prepped her for transport. As she was carried away, he heard someone talking to him, he looked up and saw a fireman and Brass kneeling next to him. His eyes closed briefly as the beam shifted. Forcing them back open, he smiled weakly at Catherine, Nick and Warrick who where now hovering over him.
He coughed and clutched his left arm. Looking at the three standing over him, he chuckled sadly. "Bugger off guys, jeez." He would have said something else, but he didn't feel like adding to the pain he already felt. Lightening up the moment was what he needed to get his mind off other things, or one thing.
They laughed with concern as the fire fighters checked the beam and discussed how they were going to support it and get Grissom out. The paramedics were trying to stop the bleeding, but the metal rod wasn't helping matters.
"How you doing Gil?" Brass asked placing his hand on his right shoulder.
Grissom closed his eyes briefly before finding Brass again. "Tired."
Brass nodded. "We'll get you out, just hold in there."
"I'll try." He whimpered as the fire crew got in position to stabilise the beam.
A field doctor crouched next to Grissom and checked him over. "Hey Gil. My names Owen. I'm going to check your arm and shoulder before I lift you a little to see the damage underneath ok?"
Grissom eyes widened. "Your kiddin me?"
Owen chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry, it's going to hurt, but that's not going to bother you much when the beam is lifted. You have to understand that the blood might be pumping out of the wound, but your lower arm and hand has been without blood for some time."
"I can feel my hand Doc." Grissom protested against what Owen was suggesting. "No need to do anything drastic." Grissom winced as Owen began inspecting his arm and chest.
The fire crew where shouting orders and running back and forth. Some where bracing surrounding beams so the room didn't collapse and the few others were moving debree.
Owen sighed and looked at Catherine and the rest of the team. "He's lost a lot of blood." Looking at Grissom, he pursed his lips in thought. "You're backs soaked in blood. I'm guessing a major artery was torn by the rod. I know this isn't news, but it's going to hurt like hell when the beams moved, also." Owen paused and took a deep breath. "It's going to be dangerous to move you. So much blood loss and your chest is sounding bad. A collapsed lung or bruised internally I'm not sure, but you will loose consciousness and that's the critical part."
Grissom nodded and closed his eyes. "I might not wake up." He said quietly. Owen didn't say anything and got read for the time when the beam was removed.
"Gil." Catherine knelt beside him and took his hand.
Before she could continue, he looked into her eyes as his began to water. "It's ok Cath."
She shook her head. "Of course it is. It's going to be ok. You'll be out of here soon."
He sighed and smiled. "You women are all alike."
Catherine mock scowled. "If your weren't hurt, I'd hit you."
"I'd rather you hit me and it hurt and not a beam." He groaned as the beam shifted.
"Gil." Catherine paused and whispered into his ear. "She's going to be fine." Her free hand cupped his face as she pulled away. "Sara's stable and at desert palm. Punctured lung and broken ribs. Her left eye is going to be fine, but they're still not sure about the right." Her tone was soft and calm as she tried to take his mind off the pain as the fire crew started to lift the beam.
Grissom winced and turned his head away from the beam. "Ow God that HURTS." He groaned loudly.
"Sssh. Not long now and you can go see her." Catherine brushed his hair from his sweaty forehead.
He looked into her eyes. "Sara?" He asked quietly.
Catherine smiled. "Yeah."
Grissom closed his eyes. "She tried to protect me."
"Did good too." Catherine smirked.
He shook his head and sighed heavily. "She could have been killed."
"Gil, she's ok. What she did probably saved your life." Catherine looked up as the head fireman shouted out the order to lift the beam steadily. Moving so he couldn't see the beam, she gently stroked his cheek. "What were you two talking about in here?"
Grissom looked at her curiously and raised his eyebrows. "I maybe on morphine, but I'm not telling you anything."
"Uh huh. Spill it Gil." She grinned.
He smiled and lowered his eyes in thought. "Not much." He looked back up and smiled. "Dinner date."
Catherine chuckled. "Really?"
He nodded slightly. "Said no the first time though."
"When was that?"
"Last week." He sighed. "Too late huh? Just like she said."
Catherine raised his chin a little so she could see his eyes. "Not too late. You said yes didn't you. In the end that is. Can't stand Sara up on your first date, can you?"
Grissom shook his head and bit his lip against the sudden pain and strangeness in his back and chest. "I don't feel so good Cath." His eyes closed, but tears still pooled out. "Tell Sara I'll be there... She's not alone. We left together." He looked at her through half lidded eyes. "Tell her." He whispered before his eyes slid closed.
"Gil?" Catherine patted his cheek gently, but he didn't open his eyes. "Doc?"
Owen quickly shouted out orders to the paramedics and told the fire crew to move the beam now. "He's unconscious. We need to move him now." A fireman cut the rod from the beam and Grissom was quickly moved onto a gurney. His back was drenched in blood as was his left side. As they carried him out, the paramedics and doctor worked to stabilise him, but the unresponsiveness was beginning to worry them.
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The ambulance tore off towards the hospital as the building was evacuated. Catherine, Warrick, Nick and Brass were climbing into their cars to follow the ambulance when the voices of many fireman shouted as they ran from the building.
"SHE'S GOING!"
The building swayed from one side, then a loud crashing sound with a mixture of creaking and tearing sounds was heard as the building collapsed to a pile of rubble.
Two rescue workers carefully lifted Sara onto a gurney and prepped her for transport. As she was carried away, he heard someone talking to him, he looked up and saw a fireman and Brass kneeling next to him. His eyes closed briefly as the beam shifted. Forcing them back open, he smiled weakly at Catherine, Nick and Warrick who where now hovering over him.
He coughed and clutched his left arm. Looking at the three standing over him, he chuckled sadly. "Bugger off guys, jeez." He would have said something else, but he didn't feel like adding to the pain he already felt. Lightening up the moment was what he needed to get his mind off other things, or one thing.
They laughed with concern as the fire fighters checked the beam and discussed how they were going to support it and get Grissom out. The paramedics were trying to stop the bleeding, but the metal rod wasn't helping matters.
"How you doing Gil?" Brass asked placing his hand on his right shoulder.
Grissom closed his eyes briefly before finding Brass again. "Tired."
Brass nodded. "We'll get you out, just hold in there."
"I'll try." He whimpered as the fire crew got in position to stabilise the beam.
A field doctor crouched next to Grissom and checked him over. "Hey Gil. My names Owen. I'm going to check your arm and shoulder before I lift you a little to see the damage underneath ok?"
Grissom eyes widened. "Your kiddin me?"
Owen chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry, it's going to hurt, but that's not going to bother you much when the beam is lifted. You have to understand that the blood might be pumping out of the wound, but your lower arm and hand has been without blood for some time."
"I can feel my hand Doc." Grissom protested against what Owen was suggesting. "No need to do anything drastic." Grissom winced as Owen began inspecting his arm and chest.
The fire crew where shouting orders and running back and forth. Some where bracing surrounding beams so the room didn't collapse and the few others were moving debree.
Owen sighed and looked at Catherine and the rest of the team. "He's lost a lot of blood." Looking at Grissom, he pursed his lips in thought. "You're backs soaked in blood. I'm guessing a major artery was torn by the rod. I know this isn't news, but it's going to hurt like hell when the beams moved, also." Owen paused and took a deep breath. "It's going to be dangerous to move you. So much blood loss and your chest is sounding bad. A collapsed lung or bruised internally I'm not sure, but you will loose consciousness and that's the critical part."
Grissom nodded and closed his eyes. "I might not wake up." He said quietly. Owen didn't say anything and got read for the time when the beam was removed.
"Gil." Catherine knelt beside him and took his hand.
Before she could continue, he looked into her eyes as his began to water. "It's ok Cath."
She shook her head. "Of course it is. It's going to be ok. You'll be out of here soon."
He sighed and smiled. "You women are all alike."
Catherine mock scowled. "If your weren't hurt, I'd hit you."
"I'd rather you hit me and it hurt and not a beam." He groaned as the beam shifted.
"Gil." Catherine paused and whispered into his ear. "She's going to be fine." Her free hand cupped his face as she pulled away. "Sara's stable and at desert palm. Punctured lung and broken ribs. Her left eye is going to be fine, but they're still not sure about the right." Her tone was soft and calm as she tried to take his mind off the pain as the fire crew started to lift the beam.
Grissom winced and turned his head away from the beam. "Ow God that HURTS." He groaned loudly.
"Sssh. Not long now and you can go see her." Catherine brushed his hair from his sweaty forehead.
He looked into her eyes. "Sara?" He asked quietly.
Catherine smiled. "Yeah."
Grissom closed his eyes. "She tried to protect me."
"Did good too." Catherine smirked.
He shook his head and sighed heavily. "She could have been killed."
"Gil, she's ok. What she did probably saved your life." Catherine looked up as the head fireman shouted out the order to lift the beam steadily. Moving so he couldn't see the beam, she gently stroked his cheek. "What were you two talking about in here?"
Grissom looked at her curiously and raised his eyebrows. "I maybe on morphine, but I'm not telling you anything."
"Uh huh. Spill it Gil." She grinned.
He smiled and lowered his eyes in thought. "Not much." He looked back up and smiled. "Dinner date."
Catherine chuckled. "Really?"
He nodded slightly. "Said no the first time though."
"When was that?"
"Last week." He sighed. "Too late huh? Just like she said."
Catherine raised his chin a little so she could see his eyes. "Not too late. You said yes didn't you. In the end that is. Can't stand Sara up on your first date, can you?"
Grissom shook his head and bit his lip against the sudden pain and strangeness in his back and chest. "I don't feel so good Cath." His eyes closed, but tears still pooled out. "Tell Sara I'll be there... She's not alone. We left together." He looked at her through half lidded eyes. "Tell her." He whispered before his eyes slid closed.
"Gil?" Catherine patted his cheek gently, but he didn't open his eyes. "Doc?"
Owen quickly shouted out orders to the paramedics and told the fire crew to move the beam now. "He's unconscious. We need to move him now." A fireman cut the rod from the beam and Grissom was quickly moved onto a gurney. His back was drenched in blood as was his left side. As they carried him out, the paramedics and doctor worked to stabilise him, but the unresponsiveness was beginning to worry them.
** **
The ambulance tore off towards the hospital as the building was evacuated. Catherine, Warrick, Nick and Brass were climbing into their cars to follow the ambulance when the voices of many fireman shouted as they ran from the building.
"SHE'S GOING!"
The building swayed from one side, then a loud crashing sound with a mixture of creaking and tearing sounds was heard as the building collapsed to a pile of rubble.