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Title: Sane Or Insane, That Is The Question.

Chapter II - The Plan

Sara was making her way down the hall of the CSI lab, she stopped as she arrived in front of her supervisor's office. She sighed heavily, brushing her finger tips gently on the closed door. She jumped slightly as she felt a hand upon her shoulder.

"Sara..." Came a light voice. Sara turned to face a very tired looking Catherine.

"We'll find him" Catherine continued. She was trying to reassure Sara as well as herself that everything was going to be okay.

"It's been three days Catherine, three days. We have nothing, we know nothing...where could he be?"

* * * * *

Nurse Harris, chart in hand, took her keys out of her front pocket and unlocked the heavy door of the quiet room.

"How are we feeling today? Ready to leave the quiet room?" She asked.

"Yes, yes. Quite ready" Gil Grissom answered half heartedly. He had been locked in that room long enough. Actually he spent most of his three day stay in the quiet room. The quite room looked like most of the rooms in the psych ward, although this one was custom made. It was a sound proof room with a rather large looking glass. The violent patients were thrown in there to have a chance to calm down. Since Grissom had been throwing tantrums for three days straight, he had gotten the opportunity to know the room very well.

"Is this going to be a good day or a bad day?" the nurse asked him with a perky tone.

"It's going to be a good day" Grissom replied sarcastically imitating her perkiness.

"I'm very glad to hear that!" She exclaimed. Smiling at him broadly.

That's right, smile while you have the chance you perky little...just wait til I get out of here and have you fired! Grissom thought. Maybe if he 'behaved' himself today, they might let him use the phone. That was his plan...for now.

* * * * *

After hours of walking around, watching TV in the lounge and other intolerable things, Grissom thought he'd try his luck. He made his way to the nurses station.

"May I use the phone, please?" He asked one of the nurses.

"I'm sorry, not today Mr. Beestrom."

Grissom cringed at the sound of that name. He grew to dislike it savagely.

"May I ask why?" he thought he'd keep it polite...for now.

"Using the telephone is a privilege. We need to see your condition stable before-"

"I'm stable!" he cut her off.

"One day does not amount to three. If you keep behaving, maybe in a few days."

A few days? I can't wait a few days! He thought but he nodded silently to show his understanding.

"Why don't you go back to the lounge. Maybe something interesting in on television." She told him.

"I'm tired of watching cartoons" Grissom said. " Can't I just make a quick call?" he pleaded.

"Well since the cartoons don't interest you, you could go back in the game room. You can continue your chess game with Barney. Wasn't that fun?"

Grissom was getting frustrated again but tried his best not to show it. "Yeah, it was great until he started eating the pawns and shoving the knights down his pants!"

"Okay then" the nurse paused. "Well how about checkers then?" she asked him calmly.

"No, he flushed all of the black pieces yesterday." Grissom added before leaving. He had to leave, he was battling the urge to scream. This is unbelievable, he thought as he walked away.

Then he had a thought. He turned and walked passed the nurses station again slowly. The nurse had her back to him, she was fidgeting with a computer. And for the first time in three days...Grissom grinned.

* * * * *

The hallways were empty. It was night. The orderlies and the nurses were in their break room just outside of the psych ward's perimeter. The one nurse that wasn't with them was keeping herself busy in the nurses station, she was reading a book. Grissom's plan was to wait until she left for a bathroom break or something. Then he would use the computer and send out an SOS email. He hoped, for his sake, that they had an Internet connection.

After a long, long, long, long time, the nurse finally left the sation. Now's my chance, Grissom thought. He quietly made his way to the computer. He was thrilled to see an Internet Explorer icon on the desktop. He then logged on to his email, clicked the compose button and began to type:

HELP! I'm being kept in the hospital psych ward, they confused me with another patient the night I was here...3 days ago. SEND HELP NOW!!! I'm under the name Beestrom, now hurry the hell up!

Grissom.

There that should do it, he thought. He hesitated a moment, he didn't know exactly who to send it to. Catherine, he wanted to send it to her but he knew she didn't check her email everyday. Sara! He thought. That was the wise choice, she wouldn't let a day go by without reading her emails, it would bug her too much. He skillfully typed her address and wrote 'HELP!' in the subject line. He moved his cursor to the send button but was interrupted by two strong arms grabbing him from behind.

The orderly from hell! Grissom thought as he fought back. He grabbed a binder that was laying on the counter next to him and slammed it in the orderly's face as hard as he could. When the orderly loosened his grip, Grissom slipped from his grasp and clicked the send button. Before he knew it, the orderly had him again. This time accompanied by two of his faithful sidekicks. They dragged him out of the room, one of them tightened his grip a little and told Grissom he would be returning to the quiet room once again. As they all entered the room a nurse could be seen fallowing, carrying a rather massive looking needle.

TBC....

And yet I leave you again with; Thanks for reading...really I mean it. The third and final chapter will be up as soon as possible.