Title: Alive Again

Summary: Sara and Warrick become closer after he saves her life.

A/N: I am personally a G/S shipper however that has been done by people are who are surely better writers than myself. This will be a Warrick/Sara romance with some G/S angst. I will be updating often. Sentences in in single quotation marks indicate private thoughts. Please R/R. This is my first fic and I could use some encouragement. :)

Spoilers: The usual.

Rating: PG13 for language and some adult situations.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. If I did I wouldn't be living in this shoddy little apartment dreaming about winning the lottery. :)

Chapter Two:

"Warrick can you hear me? Warrick sweetie please answer me." Sara pleaded desperately with the man lying in the stretcher next to her.

"Ma'am I'm sorry but you will need to sit back please."

Sara shot the medic a look that could kill but obeyed without question. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had assumed that when George Mortesen aimed his gun at her that she was surely dead. Sara never could have guessed that Warrick would have raced into the living room like a bat out of hell to save her life.

She didn't notice the tears streaming down her face. She didn't notice that she was shaking violently. Nor did she notice the paramedics who kept trying to hold her back every time she reached for him.

Sara kept one primary thought on her mind during the trip to the hospital. She had insulted his past gambling addiction yet again and now worried that she may not have a true chance to apologize.

"Sara?" She heard his weak voice.

"Warrick I'm here." She reached over through the medics to hold his hand.

Warrick opened his eyes and turned his head in her direction. "Sara your alive?"

"Yes you saved me." She smiled warmly. "War, your going to be ok. I promise."

"Sara, I'm tired." He said weakly.

"Warrick don't you dare die on me. I swear I'll go to your grave and bitch at you every day for the rest of my life if you do!"

Sara watched as her friend tried to laugh but instead he just closed his eyes again letting the darkness claim his consciousness. Sara let go of his hand and sat back to let the medics do their work. Finally after what had seemed like hours the ambulance pulled to a stop and Warrick was rushed out of the vehicle and into the hospital. Sara's feet felt like lead as she did her best to follow.

'Please don't let him die.'

*****

"Sara. Sara wake up." She heard her boss' familiar voice.

"Hey Grissom," she said with a sigh. She opened her eyes and saw Grissom, Catherine and Brass standing in front of her. "You guys are finally here. Warrick..." She couldn't find herself able to say anything else.

Catherine knelt down on the floor in front of Sara and took her hands in hers. "Hey girlie. You ok? We came as soon as you called."

Sara nodded her affirmation on her own well being but felt reluctant to tell them about Warrick. A small voice within kept thinking that they would hate her if they knew. Everyone loved Warrick. After a few moments she chided herself for being foolish.

"Warrick has been shot," she spoke softly trying not to betray any emotions.

"Sara we know that. We checked with the desk when we came in. They are working on him now."

"Sara why don't you tell us what happened. You didn't say much when you called," said Grissom as he finally decided to take a seat but didn't sit close to the young woman. Catherine noticed the slight and gave the older man a frown.

Sara breathed deeply before giving her accounting of the events that took place earlier in the evening. "We arrived at the Mortesen household about fifteen minutes after we left the lab. Once there we met Officer Gimly who was waiting for us outside. He told us that the victim was quite nervous which I took for nothing more than trauma." She smiled sadly as if realizing some unseen irony.

Grissom cocked his head and tried to remain patient. "Sa.."

She cut him off. "Once inside Warrick decided to have a look around the house while I spoke to the vic. I am guessing about three or four minutes passed and I couldn't get anything out of the woman. She wouldn't even admit that the asshole hit her. Finally when I was about to get frustrated she told me she was sorry. I didn't understand until I looked behind me and saw George Mortesen aiming a gun at my head. I turned around quickly and knocked what I think was a flower vase off of the coffee table," she paused. "I guess that is what must have alerted Warrick that something was wrong."

Sara lowered her eyes to the ground and took a few deep breaths. "He, I mean Warrick rushed into the room. He didn't have a gun with him so I'm not sure what he was thinking. Mortesen shot him three times before I could pull my gun out. I shot him. Mortesen I mean."

Brass frowned. "Sara what happened to the officer who was on the scene?"

Sara appeared to think for a moment. "Umm she locked the door. Mrs. Mortesen that is. I assumed it was because she was paranoid about her husband breaking in. She double locked the door and put the chain on too. She essentially locked him out. I really didn't think anything of it at the time."

Sara looked up into the warm comforting eyes of Brass. It occurred to her that he would understand. "I had to kill that man. I was so scared. Warrick..."

Catherine told her to hush and pulled Sara into a hug. "Honey you did the right thing. No one doubts that."

Brass pulled Grissom to the side to speak privately with him for a few minutes while Catherine did her best to distract Sara. Each and every one of them was worried about Warrick's condition but tried not to show it. Sara seemed to be the only one completely failing at the attempt.

About an hour later a doctor came walking towards them. Grissom stood up and nodded to the man politely.

The doctor stopped in front of them. "Hi I am Dr. Walker. Are you here with Warrick Brown?"

Grissom answered, "Yes I am his boss, Gil Grissom. What is his condition?"

Dr. Walker smiled. "He is going to be fine. There was a lot of blood loss, but I don't see any reason why he won't have a complete recovery. If that bullet that had entered his side another inch or two to the left I would be saying the opposite. He is asleep right now but once visiting hours are up in the morning you can each see him. I would suggest going home and getting some sleep."

Grissom shook the man's hand and smiled at his colleagues. "Ok Catherine you and I have a new crime scene to investigate," he said indicating the Mortesen home. "Sara I want you to take the rest of the night off. No arguments," he snapped when she raised her head to protest. "Jim I assume you are coming with us?"

"Yeah. I still need to interview the officer who was on the scene. I feel like there are a few things we are missing."

Catherine looked at Grissom for a moment. "Gil what about the multiple DB we were working on?"

Grissom grimaced almost comically. "I called Ecklie and asked him to take it over. He jumped at the opportunity."

"Great," Catherine drawled out slowly. "We won't ever live this one down. Come on Sara I'll drive you back to your place in my car."

The younger woman looked up for a second before shaking her head. "No I'm going to stay here tonight."

Catherine looked up at Grissom and he saw the question on her face. He nodded to let her know he had no problems with Sara's choice and turned to follow Brass out of the hospital.

Catherine pulled Sara into another hug. "Honey listen you did good tonight. Call me if you need anything. I'll have someone deliver your Tahoe here for you so you can go home at some point."

Sara smiled and nodded. "Thanks Cath. Good luck tonight."

Catherine chuckled. "Yeah no problem. Don't worry kiddo he will be fine. I'll be back in the morning to see if I can see him then." She squeezed Sara's hands for a moment and then turned to follow Brass and Grissom out of the building.

Sara sat back down and stared straight ahead. Finally she looked up at the clock. 3 a.m. She sighed and laid her head back against the wall. The least she could do for Warrick was wait for him to wake up. She vowed to herself that she would be a better friend to him from now on. 'How do you repay someone for saving your life?'

*****

"Ma'am?"

Sara opened her eyes. She saw a smiling nurse standing in front of her. "Hi did something change with my friend?"

"Well no, but I was wondering if you would want to sit with him?"

"Yes definitely. I thought I would have to wait for visiting hours?"

"Well yes on Dr. Walker's shift that is the case but he is gone now. The other doctors are a bit more lenient as long as the patient is stable."

Sara stood up and smiled. "Thank you I really appreciate this."

"Not a problem. Follow me."

Sara entered Warrick's hospital room with no small amount of trepidation. She was scared she wouldn't see the man she knew. Instead she expected a weak shell of Warrick. She needn't have worried. She almost chuckled thinking that Warrick probably looked better than she did at the moment.

Walking over to his bedside Sara thought he looked peaceful and mentioned so to the nurse.

The woman laughed lightly, "Well he is on some pretty heavy pain killers right now. I wouldn't expect him to wake up for awhile yet but maybe your presence will be comforting to him. Anyways I have to go back to work now. If you need anything let us know."

Sara nodded without turning around. She pulled one of the chairs in the room closer to his bedside. "Warrick I promise you I will be a better friend to you."

Deciding she would tell him more when he woke up she took his hand in her's and rested her head against the bedside.

*****

Sara heard a male voice breaking through her haze of sleep.

She lifted her head groggily and noticed that Warrick was awake. "War?"

"Hey girl. Did you hear what I said?" he asked with a hint of a smile on his face.

"No what did you say?"

"I just asked you if I could tell everyone at work that we slept together now. I know it would break Greg's heart." He grinned.

"Warrick," she gasped. "You've been shot and you are joking around!"

"Hey it takes more than a guy like George Mortesen to take me down. By the way that was Mortesen right?"

"Yeah," Sara hesitated to say more.

"What happened? I am kind of foggy on the details."

"You rushed him when he was aiming his gun at me. You got shot. I shot him."

He frowned. "I take it you don't really want to talk about this."

"Not really," she admitted. "Warrick listen, I'm sorry for those things I said to you yesterday."

"Are you sorry because I saved your life or because you really feel bad about it?"

Sara licked her lips nervously. "I don't know. I just know you didn't deserve to hear that from me. I will make it up to you somehow."

Warrick started to chuckle but stopped when it caused him pain. "Sara I think I might take you up on that promise right now," he said with a grimace. "Can you get me some water?"

She stood up and got him a small glass of water then helped him take a few sips.

He nodded his thanks. "Sara listen I don't want you to feel guilty. I would have done the same thing for anyone on our team and I would make the same choice again. No regrets."

She was about to speak but he cut her off. "However maybe I'll let you buy me lunch once or twice so you can properly show your appreciation." He grinned.

"Warrick I can't believe you," she exclaimed. "Your sitting here in a hospital bed after being shot and you are thinking about food!"

"Hey you don't see them feeding me anything yet do you? What do you expect?"

"I think you need to get some more rest," she smiled warmly.

He exhaled slowly. "I think you are right. Are you going to stay?"

Sara nodded letting him know she would stay as long as he wanted her to.

Warrick closed his eyes. "Sara one last thing. I would do it again, no hesitation, no regrets," he said softly. He reached his hand out and she took the hint and held on to him.

"Thanks for staying Sara."

Sara waited for him to say something else but realized after a few moments that he must have went back to sleep. She let go of his hand and stood up to stretch her sore limbs. Sleeping for several hours in a chair did nothing for comfort levels. Looking at the clock she saw that it was 10:15 a.m. She was about to leave to go to the restroom when she saw Catherine's head peak through the door.

"Sara come with me. Brass needs to talk to you."

Sara glanced back quickly at Warrick before heading out of the room. "Cath whats up?"

Catherine looked a bit upset but said nothing for a minute. "How is Warrick? Has he woken up yet?"

"Yeah I just spoke to him a few minutes ago. He is actually doing surprisingly well considering. Catherine tell me what the problem is? You seem upset?"

"Yeah come on I'll tell you on the way to the car." She left Sara behind then as she hurriedly left the building. Sara raced to catch up to her.

"Cath whats the deal? I told Warrick I would stay here. Seriously whats up?"

Catherine stopped and regarded the younger woman for a moment. "Sara how many times did you shoot George Mortesen?"

"I uh," she hesitated. "I honestly don't know Cath. I was scared. Warrick had been shot and I just reacted instinctively."

Catherine bit her lower lip and finally decided to just spit it out. "Maggie Mortesen is claiming that her husband acted in self defense and that you were the aggressor. Sara you emptied your whole clip into him."

To be continued...