Title: Barely Existing
Author: Cindy Ryan
catagory: angst, Xover
pairings: Jack/Sam, Grissom/Sara
Summary: After 'Play with fire' Sara vanishes, Grissom calls in a favor
Notes: See part one. Thanks for the feedback. :)
"Cause of death?"Grissom asked Brass as he and Jack reached the detective. Grissom had to struggle to keep the shakiness out of his voice he wasn't sure if he succeeded.
Brass exchanged a concerned look with Malone before he said. "Gil, just a warning the body is pretty badly burned. It wasn't burned here there are no burn marks on the trees or the pavement...."
Grissom squatted down by the body's shoulder's to keep from crashing. His knees had suddenly lost feeling. He was struggling not to think of the flames as they would've consumed the body.
Jack knelt across from Grissom one hand poised at the top of the black rubber sheet that covered the body the other covered his mouth and nose. He looked at Grissom waiting for a signal.
Grissom had to fight to control his breathing. It'd been a long time since he'd had to identify the body of a colleague. Even longer since he'd attended a funeral of a friend......someone who truly held up to that word not just a co-worker who you grabbed dinner with every once in awhile. But a genuine friend who called out of the blue to see how you are.
Grissom had very few people to put on that list. He hoped that Sara had known that. He hoped that despite the awkwardness of exploring something that they couldn't define that she knew that he could always count on her no matter what.
"Gil?"Jack prompted.
Grissom met the FBI agent's gaze and nodded.
Jack slowly pulled back the rubber sheet.
*********
Greg sank down and sat on the curb of the Strip just outside the New York,New York casino.
Nick sat down next to him and they watched the traffic zoom by.
"Doesn't mean it's over, Greg."Nick stated trying to be reassuring but he was slowly being overwhelmed by his own fear. All he kept seeing was Grissom kneeling by Sara's bloody and broken body.
"I know."Greg replied softly. "But the odds of them finding a body matching her height, hair color and weight in the vincity of where she lived....."
Nick shook his head. "She wouldn't give up on either one of us. I'm not about to give up on her. Not until Grissom makes the ID."
**********
Grissom blinked several times to clear his vision. To make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. To make sure his mind wasn't letting him see what he wanted to see.
His hand moved to his nose to cover the distinct smell of burnt flesh.
"It's not her."Grissom whispered.
Jack glanced up at Brass and then back at Grissom. "You sure?"
Grissom nodded as he stood. "Sara has a birthmark just above her collar bone. Even with the severe burns I can tell the birthmark isn't there."
Malone pulled the sheet back over the body as he rose to his feet. "I'll call my team, tell them we have a clock back."
As Jack stepped away to make the call Grissom couldn't move from the body.
He had been so very afraid that he'd be staring at the body of a woman who was coming to mean much more to him than he had ever allowed himself to dream.
Grissom made a promise to himself then and there. When they found Sara and brought her home Grissom was going to tell her how he felt.
Author: Cindy Ryan
catagory: angst, Xover
pairings: Jack/Sam, Grissom/Sara
Summary: After 'Play with fire' Sara vanishes, Grissom calls in a favor
Notes: See part one. Thanks for the feedback. :)
"Cause of death?"Grissom asked Brass as he and Jack reached the detective. Grissom had to struggle to keep the shakiness out of his voice he wasn't sure if he succeeded.
Brass exchanged a concerned look with Malone before he said. "Gil, just a warning the body is pretty badly burned. It wasn't burned here there are no burn marks on the trees or the pavement...."
Grissom squatted down by the body's shoulder's to keep from crashing. His knees had suddenly lost feeling. He was struggling not to think of the flames as they would've consumed the body.
Jack knelt across from Grissom one hand poised at the top of the black rubber sheet that covered the body the other covered his mouth and nose. He looked at Grissom waiting for a signal.
Grissom had to fight to control his breathing. It'd been a long time since he'd had to identify the body of a colleague. Even longer since he'd attended a funeral of a friend......someone who truly held up to that word not just a co-worker who you grabbed dinner with every once in awhile. But a genuine friend who called out of the blue to see how you are.
Grissom had very few people to put on that list. He hoped that Sara had known that. He hoped that despite the awkwardness of exploring something that they couldn't define that she knew that he could always count on her no matter what.
"Gil?"Jack prompted.
Grissom met the FBI agent's gaze and nodded.
Jack slowly pulled back the rubber sheet.
*********
Greg sank down and sat on the curb of the Strip just outside the New York,New York casino.
Nick sat down next to him and they watched the traffic zoom by.
"Doesn't mean it's over, Greg."Nick stated trying to be reassuring but he was slowly being overwhelmed by his own fear. All he kept seeing was Grissom kneeling by Sara's bloody and broken body.
"I know."Greg replied softly. "But the odds of them finding a body matching her height, hair color and weight in the vincity of where she lived....."
Nick shook his head. "She wouldn't give up on either one of us. I'm not about to give up on her. Not until Grissom makes the ID."
**********
Grissom blinked several times to clear his vision. To make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. To make sure his mind wasn't letting him see what he wanted to see.
His hand moved to his nose to cover the distinct smell of burnt flesh.
"It's not her."Grissom whispered.
Jack glanced up at Brass and then back at Grissom. "You sure?"
Grissom nodded as he stood. "Sara has a birthmark just above her collar bone. Even with the severe burns I can tell the birthmark isn't there."
Malone pulled the sheet back over the body as he rose to his feet. "I'll call my team, tell them we have a clock back."
As Jack stepped away to make the call Grissom couldn't move from the body.
He had been so very afraid that he'd be staring at the body of a woman who was coming to mean much more to him than he had ever allowed himself to dream.
Grissom made a promise to himself then and there. When they found Sara and brought her home Grissom was going to tell her how he felt.