Part 12
When Sara woke up it was daylight, and she was in a hospital room with the entire CSI night shift surrounding her. Catherine was on her cell phone in the corner of the room, Warrick and Nick were playing checkers on the end of her bed, Greg appeared to be hitting on the nurse that was adjusting her IV, and Grissom was sitting in a chair next to her bed, holding her hand and staring out the window.
Sara shifted in her bed and squinted her eyes. "Can someone please shut off the sun, I have an unbelievable headache." Suddenly all eyes were on her. Greg was the first to speak.
"She's ALIVE!! Bwa ha ha ha ha!" The pretty nurse rolled her eyes and left the room in search of the doctor. Greg shrugged.
"Of course she's alive, do you think a little bump on the head could kill our Sara?" smirked Nick.
"No, but a sledge hammer could have. Good morning, Sara," replied Warrick, sweeping the checkers off the bed and into a bag.
"Good thing Sara has such a hard head," teased Catherine, hanging up her phone and walking over to the side of the bed. "What ever possessed you to go back in that house when the police were already on the way?"
"Somebody had to save Grissom. I found him tied to a post about to become a human shish-kabob on Alex's sword."
"Really? Grissom, I thought you went there to save HER?" teased Greg.
"Why don't we all head out, leave these two to discuss who saved whom. It's almost time for shift to start anyway, we'll stop and get some diner on the way," said Catherine, shepherding the men out of the room. "See you later, Sara, Grissom."
When everyone else was out of the room, Sara looked over at Grissom. He was still holding her hand. He gave it a slight squeeze. She smiled.
"How come you came to save me?" asked Sara.
"You're my CSI, you're my responsibility. I couldn't just leave you in danger. And…" Grissom paused and glanced out the window before looking back at Sara, "and I couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt. What made you come back in after me when you were already injured?"
Sara's eyes misted over, just a hair's breath away from letting tears roll down her cheeks. "I didn't think, I just reacted. I needed to get to you, to know that you were ok." Grissom nodded.
"Sara, since you have a week or so off, would you like to do something this weekend?"
Sara smiled. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, there is an 'Age of Chivalry Renaissance and Celtic Festival' this weekend."
Sara groaned. "No, no more chivalry, no more knights, no more swords. Don't you think we've had enough of that for a while?"
Grissom nodded. "Fair enough. How about we rent a movie and I'll make you diner?"
"That sounds wonderful," said Sara, giving Grissom's hand a squeeze. And with that thought she drifted back off to sleep, to dream of princesses rescuing knights, and riding off into the sunset.
The End