Catherine sat in one of the pale blue chairs in the O.R, waiting
room, watching as Grissom paced back and forth in front of her. Greg had
arrived not long ago, and he and Warrick were up keeping Sara company. She
had been a mess when she found out that Nick was in the O.R. and it didn't
look too good. They had to do some convincing to get the nurse to allow
anyone to visit her, but under the circumstances the nurse finally agreed.
"Can you please stay still? You're making nauseas." Catherine asked, slightly amused.
"I'm sorry." He replied. "I'm nervous and I pace when I'm nervous."
"Come sit down." She suggested, gesturing to an empty seat next to her.
"What if he doesn't make it? They've been in there for over 3 hours." Grissom asked, concerned. He was usually so strong. He'd been in this situation before, with Holly, but it just didn't seem the same. He hadn't really known her. It was her first day on the job.
"Nick's strong, he'll make it." Catherine assured him.
"I hope you're right."
At that moment a doctor emerged from the doors leading to the O.R. Since the room was empty, they assumed it was Nick's doctor. They stood up as he approached them.
"Are you Mr. Stokes family?" He asked.
"Yes." Grissom replied, glancing sideways at Catherine. Nick's parents had been informed, but were unable to make it out.
"How is he?" Catherine asked the slightly skeptical looking doctor.
"He's going to be fine. The bullet penetrated an artery in his left leg, but we've managed to repair it. He has a broken rib and has received a lot of injury to the head. We've preformed a CAT scan put nothing serious turned up. He just needs lots of rest and to stay of his leg."
They both breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you doctor."
"No problem. You can see him in about an hour, when he wakes up." He replied before leaving the room.
"Lets go tell the others the good news." Catherine suggested, and the both headed for the elevators.
They reached Sara's floor in a matter of seconds and headed down the hall to her section. When they reached her room, they saw Warrick starring out the window, and Greg seated next to a sleeping Sara, holding her hand.
"Hey guys." Catherine said, walking in.
Greg, who hadn't seen them come in, jumped and quickly pulled his hand away.
Catherine laughed and Greg blushed.
"Must be good news." Warrick observed.
"Yeah. Nick's going to be fine. We can see him soon." She replied.
Sara stirred and opened her eyes. When she saw the whole team standing in front of her she knew there was some news.
"How is he?" She asked, dreading to know what the answer was.
"He's going to be fine, honey." Catherine replied, smiling.
She relaxed a little, and smiled for the first time since this nightmare began.
"Can I see him?" She asked.
"Sure. Greg, go find a wheel chair." Catherine ordered.
"Yes sir." He saluted before leaving the room in search of a wheel chair.
He returned a few minutes later with the chair, and he and Catherine helped her into it.
"On we go!" He shouted, rather loudly, before he pushed her out of the room and down the hall.
It wasn't long before they were at the door to Nick's room. They walked quietly into the room single file. One look at Nick and Sara's eyes filled with tears. 'I'm going to make that bastard pay for what he did, if it's the last thing I do.'
He looked awful. He had a bandage around his leg from where he was shot. He had a sling around his shoulder, 'must have dislocated it' she thought to herself. His face was badly bruised. He had 2 black eyes, a split lip, and a bruise on his jaw.
He stirred in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes. He slowly looked around the room and stopped when he saw Sara. His heart hurt just looking at her. Her face was all bruised, and she had stitches in the gash one her forehead. By the looks of things, she hand a bandage wrapped around her stomach. She also received two broken ribs.
"Hey Nick." Sara said softly as she moved closer to the bed.
"Hey sweetheart." He replied, smiling.
"What happened to you?" She asked.
"It's a long story." He replied. "After Grissom and the team arrived, and Hank took me as a hostage, we drove a little ways."
Flashback
"It's no use Hank. They're going to catch you in the end. They know it was you, so it's only a matter of time." Nick said, hoping to fluster him enough to do something stupid that might help his situation.
"Shut up." Hank replied.
"Where are you taking me?" He asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Somewhere, where I can do away with you without being seen or heard, and without messing up my car." He laughed at the terrified look oh his hostage's face.
As he sat in the backseat of Hank's car, all he could think about was Sara. 'At least she's not here instead of me,' he thought gratefully to himself. 'If I don't think of something quick, I'll never come out of this alive. Think Nick, think'
A few minute later, they stopped at a set of lights. Nick took the opportunity, and pushed the door open, and jumped out of the car, his hands tied behind his back. He hit the ground running, trying to get as far away from the car as he could. He heard a gun go off, and a bullet clink against a mailbox to his right, but he still kept running. He heard another shot, and then a burning sensation, traveling from this leg to his chest. He hit the ground, and heard a car speed away. He glanced down at his left leg and saw the warm, scarlet red liquid oozing from a hole in his leg.
Off in the distance he heard sirens nearing, and then he fell into darkness.
End of flashback
"I'm guessing someone who witnessed the event called the ambulance." Nick finished.
He glanced around the room at his colleagues and saw a look of sadness in their eyes. He looked at Sara who was seated next to him, holding his hand, and a single teardrop fell down her cheek.
"I know this has been an awful ordeal for both of you, but it's not over yet." Grissom's take-charge attitude took over. "We still have to find Hank."
He was right. Sara thought to herself. This nightmare wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot. Hank was still out there, somewhere. Nothing says he won't try this again.
"So, I'm going to discuss this with Brass, but I think the safest scenario will be for you two to live in a safe house for the time being." Grissom said.
Nick glanced at Sara before he spoke, "Can we share one?" He asked, looking at Sara for her approval.
"Well, it's up to you two, but I don't see why not."
"What do you think Sara? I want to be there for you, to protect you if the need is desired."
She smiled at him. "Sounds like a good idea to me."
"Ok, I'll have it arranged. We'll leave you two alone." He finished, before gesturing for the others to leave the room.
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A/N: I don't know if "safe house" was the correct terminology, but they are just going to live together in an apartment somewhere, protected from Hank (if that makes any sense. lol) Please review and let me know what you think.
"Can you please stay still? You're making nauseas." Catherine asked, slightly amused.
"I'm sorry." He replied. "I'm nervous and I pace when I'm nervous."
"Come sit down." She suggested, gesturing to an empty seat next to her.
"What if he doesn't make it? They've been in there for over 3 hours." Grissom asked, concerned. He was usually so strong. He'd been in this situation before, with Holly, but it just didn't seem the same. He hadn't really known her. It was her first day on the job.
"Nick's strong, he'll make it." Catherine assured him.
"I hope you're right."
At that moment a doctor emerged from the doors leading to the O.R. Since the room was empty, they assumed it was Nick's doctor. They stood up as he approached them.
"Are you Mr. Stokes family?" He asked.
"Yes." Grissom replied, glancing sideways at Catherine. Nick's parents had been informed, but were unable to make it out.
"How is he?" Catherine asked the slightly skeptical looking doctor.
"He's going to be fine. The bullet penetrated an artery in his left leg, but we've managed to repair it. He has a broken rib and has received a lot of injury to the head. We've preformed a CAT scan put nothing serious turned up. He just needs lots of rest and to stay of his leg."
They both breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you doctor."
"No problem. You can see him in about an hour, when he wakes up." He replied before leaving the room.
"Lets go tell the others the good news." Catherine suggested, and the both headed for the elevators.
They reached Sara's floor in a matter of seconds and headed down the hall to her section. When they reached her room, they saw Warrick starring out the window, and Greg seated next to a sleeping Sara, holding her hand.
"Hey guys." Catherine said, walking in.
Greg, who hadn't seen them come in, jumped and quickly pulled his hand away.
Catherine laughed and Greg blushed.
"Must be good news." Warrick observed.
"Yeah. Nick's going to be fine. We can see him soon." She replied.
Sara stirred and opened her eyes. When she saw the whole team standing in front of her she knew there was some news.
"How is he?" She asked, dreading to know what the answer was.
"He's going to be fine, honey." Catherine replied, smiling.
She relaxed a little, and smiled for the first time since this nightmare began.
"Can I see him?" She asked.
"Sure. Greg, go find a wheel chair." Catherine ordered.
"Yes sir." He saluted before leaving the room in search of a wheel chair.
He returned a few minutes later with the chair, and he and Catherine helped her into it.
"On we go!" He shouted, rather loudly, before he pushed her out of the room and down the hall.
It wasn't long before they were at the door to Nick's room. They walked quietly into the room single file. One look at Nick and Sara's eyes filled with tears. 'I'm going to make that bastard pay for what he did, if it's the last thing I do.'
He looked awful. He had a bandage around his leg from where he was shot. He had a sling around his shoulder, 'must have dislocated it' she thought to herself. His face was badly bruised. He had 2 black eyes, a split lip, and a bruise on his jaw.
He stirred in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes. He slowly looked around the room and stopped when he saw Sara. His heart hurt just looking at her. Her face was all bruised, and she had stitches in the gash one her forehead. By the looks of things, she hand a bandage wrapped around her stomach. She also received two broken ribs.
"Hey Nick." Sara said softly as she moved closer to the bed.
"Hey sweetheart." He replied, smiling.
"What happened to you?" She asked.
"It's a long story." He replied. "After Grissom and the team arrived, and Hank took me as a hostage, we drove a little ways."
Flashback
"It's no use Hank. They're going to catch you in the end. They know it was you, so it's only a matter of time." Nick said, hoping to fluster him enough to do something stupid that might help his situation.
"Shut up." Hank replied.
"Where are you taking me?" He asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Somewhere, where I can do away with you without being seen or heard, and without messing up my car." He laughed at the terrified look oh his hostage's face.
As he sat in the backseat of Hank's car, all he could think about was Sara. 'At least she's not here instead of me,' he thought gratefully to himself. 'If I don't think of something quick, I'll never come out of this alive. Think Nick, think'
A few minute later, they stopped at a set of lights. Nick took the opportunity, and pushed the door open, and jumped out of the car, his hands tied behind his back. He hit the ground running, trying to get as far away from the car as he could. He heard a gun go off, and a bullet clink against a mailbox to his right, but he still kept running. He heard another shot, and then a burning sensation, traveling from this leg to his chest. He hit the ground, and heard a car speed away. He glanced down at his left leg and saw the warm, scarlet red liquid oozing from a hole in his leg.
Off in the distance he heard sirens nearing, and then he fell into darkness.
End of flashback
"I'm guessing someone who witnessed the event called the ambulance." Nick finished.
He glanced around the room at his colleagues and saw a look of sadness in their eyes. He looked at Sara who was seated next to him, holding his hand, and a single teardrop fell down her cheek.
"I know this has been an awful ordeal for both of you, but it's not over yet." Grissom's take-charge attitude took over. "We still have to find Hank."
He was right. Sara thought to herself. This nightmare wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot. Hank was still out there, somewhere. Nothing says he won't try this again.
"So, I'm going to discuss this with Brass, but I think the safest scenario will be for you two to live in a safe house for the time being." Grissom said.
Nick glanced at Sara before he spoke, "Can we share one?" He asked, looking at Sara for her approval.
"Well, it's up to you two, but I don't see why not."
"What do you think Sara? I want to be there for you, to protect you if the need is desired."
She smiled at him. "Sounds like a good idea to me."
"Ok, I'll have it arranged. We'll leave you two alone." He finished, before gesturing for the others to leave the room.
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A/N: I don't know if "safe house" was the correct terminology, but they are just going to live together in an apartment somewhere, protected from Hank (if that makes any sense. lol) Please review and let me know what you think.