Crime Scene

Author: Stumpycat

Pairing: G/S

Category: Angst

Rating: PG-13

Summary: [GSR] Sara is shot point blank at a Crime Scene

Spoliers: None as yet

Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

Notes: To my good best freinds out there, thanks for your support when I wanna give it up

Chapter 8

At the hospital

"Why am I being a bitch? Well, I'll tell you something Gil... while you're sitting there waiting to see how Sara is doing, you could come to the lab and do things yourself ok. We all care about Sara, not just you." Catherine snapped. "So what I suggest is for you to go home, have a shower and put on a fresh pair of clothes and come into work. There are nurse's and doctors that can keep close tabs on her."

"Ok Cath, you might be right to leave for a while." Grissom sighed.

"The nurse heard and said that's a good idea." Cindy appeared at the door. "We will ring you straight away if there's any news about Sara." She promised.

Back at the lab

"Hey Griss, good to see you back." Jacqui and Archi called out.

Grissom nodded. "Thank you, now where is Greg? I want him to bring me up to speed on this case."

"He's in Trace with Warrick."

"Thanks Jacqui."

"No probs... umm Grissom, how's Sara doing?" She asked worridly.

Grissom stopped and turned back. "She's in a coma, but other that she's gonna be ok."

Jacqui offered a reassuring smile. "Yeah, this Sara for gods sakes. Nothings gonna knock her down if you know what I mean?"

"Yeah." He smirked. Turning away, he continued towards Trace.

"Hey Griss, welcome back." Greg greeted.

"Thanks Greg, now bring me up to speed on what you got so far will you?"

"I'm sorry, we can't do that," Said the voice from the doorway.

Grissom turned around to look at Catherine. "Why the hell not?"

"Think about it Gil, you're too mentally close to this case."

Any response was interrupted by a commotion heard down the hallway.

Hallway

"Get the hell off me you son of a bitch!"

"I don't think so." Brass shook his head. "Now, get in there." That was when Brass saw Grissom. He turned to Vega. "I'll be with you in a minute ok."

"Sure." Vega nodded.

Brass approached Grissom slowly. "Gil, good to see you back."

"Who's that you just brought in?" Grissom asked, ignoring the detective for a moment.

"Ummmm." Brass hummed, scratching his chin.

Grissom looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"You may as well tell him because he's gonna find out anyway." Catherine sighed.

"That's Micheal Jame's Elliott. Did pryers for money laundering. You ready?" Brass asked, trying to deflect more questioning.

Catherine nodded. "Yeah, as I'll ever be."

"There's something you're not telling me, isn't there?" Asked Grissom, pinning each of them with a pointed look.

"Micheal Elliott is the one that shot... Sara." Brass answered reluctantly.

"I want in on this."

Brass shook his head. "Gil please, let me do my job ok?"

"I don't care what you do as long as I'm there, please." He pleaded.

Catherine stared at him before glancing towards Brass. "Ok, but don't do anything stupid." She warned him.

Interrogation Room

While Brass and Catherine walked into the Interrogation room to talk to the suspect, Grissom stood on the other side of the one way glass, watching as Catherine and Brass get comfortable in their seats. As soon as the room went quiet, that's when Catherine spoke up.

"Now, Mr. Elliott, do you have any reason to why we brought you in?"

"No I don't and I don't care either."

"Well you should buddy, because a very good friend was almost killed." Brass shared.

"And we care because there was something you left behind when you ran, you see." While Catherine opened her case folder, she pulled out a piece of paper with the name 'DNA samples' etched on the top of the sheet.

Brass smiled gamely. "You see, we have you, so you might as well cough up and confess."

The suspect laughed and shrugged. "Yeah, I shot her. The nosiy bitch. I was watching her the whole time and she didn't even see me."

"So why did you shot her?" Catherine asked.

"Why didn't you leave when you had the chance?" Brass inquired.

Catherine stared at the suspect and nodded. "I think I know."

With that, Grissom was all ears.

"You know diddly squat bitch!"

"Hey, respect the lady." Brass shouted, slamming his hand on the table. "I don't like your attitude buster."

Catherine continued. "No, you were there because something had your interest and you didn't want Sara to find it."

"The bloody bitch had it coming anyway." The suspect muttered.

With that said the door of the Interrogation room flew opened and in walked a very angry Gil Grissom. He walked up the the suspect and grabbed him by his shirt.

"Grissom! Please Don't!" Catherine shouted, but he ignored her.

"You son of a bitch, you have any idea how close I came to losing her!? Well do you!?" He shook him. "While you're here sitting and laughing, she's in a coma, because of you!" Grissom brought his fist back and hit him with it.

"Read him his right would you, for attempt murder on a CSI." Brass said quickly to the officer getting ready to pull Grissom off the suspect.

While Brass assisted booking the suspect, Catherine took Grissom out to get a coffee so that he could cool down. "Sit down." She told him before she went over to the fridge to get an icepack for his hand. "What the hell did you think you were doing Gil? Is that in any way gonna help Sara, well is it!?"

"I'm sorry Catherine, really. I don't know what got into me." He said, shocked at his own behaviour.

"Yeah, it's ok if you remember that's what I did when I found out about Eddie. I totally lost my cool. How's the hand?" She smiled slightly as she placed the ice on his hand.

"Sore, but it will be ok."

While they were drinking coffee, Grissom's cell phone rang.

TBC

I think one more Chapter will do it please tell me what you think so far. R & R