Disclaimer: I do not own these characters...lets leave it at that.
Title: Sane Or Insane, That Is The Question
Chapter III - The Rescue
Sara placed her coffee mug on her desk. She sat in silence with her head buried in her hands. She had been given the day off, usually she would protest but she was way passed the tired state. Trying to sleep was no use, she would only end up laying there feeling useless while Grissom was God knows where.
Taking another sip of her coffee, she booted her computer. After organizing a short playlist as background music, she logged onto her email. As soon as her Inbox window appeared, she spotted Grissom's message. Sara rapidly opened and read the short message. As soon as she finished she bolted out of her chair and sprinted out the door, only to return a few seconds later to grab her shoes and keys.
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Sara ran out of the elevator and entered the Psych Ward. She was now at the nurses station.
"May I help you, miss?" the nurse asked.
Sara out of breath, tried her best to answer. "Yes, I'm looking for Grissom, Gil Grissom."
The nurse typed a few things on her computer, then lifted her head to Sara again. "We have no patient under that name."
"A Mr. Beestroff then?" Sara wasn't feeling like explaining everything to the nurse right now. All she wanted was to get to Grissom.
"We have a Mr. Gus Van Beestrom, is that who you mean?"
"Yeah, that's it!" Sara exclaimed a little louder than necessary.
"A feisty one he is, he's not allowed any visitors, I'm sorry."
Sara grew quite angry, she leaned forward. "Now listen here, you are going to take me to his room and you will do so now, got that?"
The nurse was a little frightened, not so much by the words Sara had spoken but more at the crazy look in her eyes as she spoke them.
"I...I'll got find his nurse." she said, right before she promptly left the station.
Sara was glancing around desperately as another nurse walked over.
"You know Mr. Beestrom?" Nurse Harris asked when she arrived near.
"Yes, he's my supervisor and his name is Grissom!" Sara snapped at her.
"Grissom? Gil Grissom?"
"Yes Gil Grissom" Sara was beginning to calm down slightly.
"Do you have any proof of this?" the nurse asked still unsure but starting to realize that after all, her patient might have been telling the truth.
"Well here's my ID" Sara showed her CSI identification. "And he should have one as well" she continued.
The nurse said nothing. Instead she turned and asked one of the orderlies to go find Mr. Beestrom's belongings.
"Until Aaron gets back, I'll take you to your friend."
The nurse led Sara to the quiet room where Grissom was kept. Sara's heart began to beat wildly as the door opened. There he was, Gil Grissom, pacing back and forth in his room.
"Grissom" Sara spoke gently, trying to attain his attention.
Grissom turned, as soon as he saw her he quickly made his way to her and rapped her in a hug. "Thank God you're here" he told her.
As they broke from the hug, the orderly arrived with Grissom's belongings. Grissom looked at the bag, "Are those mine?" he asked. When the orderly nodded Grissom tore it out of his hands and preceded by searching eagerly inside the bag.
After a few seconds of digging, Grissom yanked out his wallet and identification. He then shoved them in the nurse's hands. "You believe me now?" he yelled.
The nurse looked through his wallet and ID. She then handed them back to him, embarrassed by the fact that he was right all along.
"If you would have let me show these in the first place, we wouldn't be here." Grissom's tone showed anger although he did not yell. He was just glad this was finally over.
"The rules couldn't allow us to let you have those" the nurse pointed out.
Although Grissom's anger was resurfacing, he did not attempt to speak.
"Mr. Beest-...I mean Mr. Grissom, on behalf of everyone here I'm truly sorry about this little misunderstanding." the nurse spoke genuinely.
"Little what?" Grissom couldn't keep it in this time. "Little misunderstanding? This may not have been a big deal for you lady, but then again you haven't been the one cooped up in here like a prisoner for the past...what is it? 4, 5 days?"
The nurse said nothing.
"You know what, I think I'm going to sue this place. No actually I am definitely going to sue!"
Grissom then turned to Sara, who had been quite so far. "How about we get the hell out of here?" he asked her.
Sara smiled at him. "Lead the way" she replied, stepping out of the way so he could pass by. Before Sara turned to follow, she gave the nurse a cold stare. "You'll be hearing from his lawyer." she told her, then she was on her way.
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Sara had drove Grissom to his apartment, he invited her in telling her that he wanted to speak with her. Sara agreed and was now sitting on his couch, patiently waiting for him to finish his shower.
When Grissom appeared, he walked over and sat next to Sara.
"Thank God this is all over." he said aloud.
"It's not exactly over yet, if you plan to sue." she told him.
Grissom turned to her. "I've changed my mind about that."
Sara looked at him curiously. "Really? You sounded mighty determined back there."
"I don't want anything to do with those people or that horrid place ever again." he answered truthfully.
She smiled. "That might be a good idea. After all that's happened, you don't need the extra stress of a lawsuit."
"Umm...Sara?"
"Yes" She was wondering what was on his mind.
"About all that's happened...well I would really appreciate it if you would refrain yourself from telling anyone about it. They don't need to know."
"But how do we explain your absence?" she questioned.
Grissom was lost in thought for a moment. Not coming up with anything, he sighed. "I'll think of something." he reassured her.
"It better be good." she teased.
"You won't say anything then?" he asked seriously.
"Your secrets safe with me, Mr. Beestrom." she answered whilst trying to keep a straight face, but failed to do so.
THE END.