Title: Second Chance
Summary: Sara gets terrible news.
Spoilers: None.
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Sara sat there relaxing in her cozy couch, watching T.V. It was her night off. She wanted to enjoy it. She had been stress out for the pass couple of weeks. She needed something more to relax her so she decided to take a shower.
She up got and walked into the bathroom. She ran the water while getting undress. She tested it before getting in. She pulled up the plug and water showered over her from above.
With her red towel wrap around her, she walked out of the bathroom, humming. She froze in front of the T.V. Something caught her eye.
The water from her hair was soaking her neck, drizzling down her legs to the floor. The wet footprints trailed behind her but suddenly came to a stop.
The reporter was reporting LIVE in front of a house. She was saying a CSI had been shot.
A CSI was shot. Her voice was loud and clear. It repeated the words again, and again in Sara's mind.
She didn't want to think it was Grissom but it was his shift tonight.
It was his shift. The voice repeated itself, again. It became even louder as she stood there, lifeless.
She couldn't just stand there, she needed to go out there.
She walked out of the living room into her room. She immediately got dress but her hair was still soaking wet. She then putted her hair up and clipped it. She grabbed her keys and pager off from the kitchen table and walked out the door.
The ambulance was blaring, the cops' sirens were loud. There was a crowd wanting to know what happened. Different news reporters were in front of their cameraman's. She parked on the opposite side of the street.
"How come nobody paged me?" Sara asked Nick, when she lifted up the yellow ÔDo Not Cross' tape.
"How did you know?" Nick ask her.
"It's all over the news."
Everybody was there except for Grissom.
She became to tremble. She didn't want it to be Grissom.
"Where is Grissom?" Sara asked.
"They are putting him on the stretcher now." Catherine pointed.
Sara looked and then turned to Catherine, again. "I'll stay with him since it's my night off." Catherine only nodded.
"Soon as I know something, I'll call you." Sara said. Catherine nodded once more.
Sara looked down at him. They rolled him through the grass, he was lying on the stretcher with his eyes close. It looked like the bullet was near his heart. He was bleeding badly.
"Anyone coming with him?" A paramedic called out.
"I am." Sara said, and lifted up the tape again to get by. She ran over to the ambulance and got in.
She heard a loud banging noise against the door. It was letting the driver know it was safe to go.
She saw two paramedics giving him oxygen from the tank, they were holding down on the wound to make the bleeding stop, and then someone gave him a HIV.
Sara rubbed his hand with both of hers and whispered to him. "It's okay, Grissom. Your going to be okay." She wasn't sure. She suddenly couldn't see, her eyes were foggy with tears.
Summary: Sara gets terrible news.
Spoilers: None.
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Sara sat there relaxing in her cozy couch, watching T.V. It was her night off. She wanted to enjoy it. She had been stress out for the pass couple of weeks. She needed something more to relax her so she decided to take a shower.
She up got and walked into the bathroom. She ran the water while getting undress. She tested it before getting in. She pulled up the plug and water showered over her from above.
With her red towel wrap around her, she walked out of the bathroom, humming. She froze in front of the T.V. Something caught her eye.
The water from her hair was soaking her neck, drizzling down her legs to the floor. The wet footprints trailed behind her but suddenly came to a stop.
The reporter was reporting LIVE in front of a house. She was saying a CSI had been shot.
A CSI was shot. Her voice was loud and clear. It repeated the words again, and again in Sara's mind.
She didn't want to think it was Grissom but it was his shift tonight.
It was his shift. The voice repeated itself, again. It became even louder as she stood there, lifeless.
She couldn't just stand there, she needed to go out there.
She walked out of the living room into her room. She immediately got dress but her hair was still soaking wet. She then putted her hair up and clipped it. She grabbed her keys and pager off from the kitchen table and walked out the door.
The ambulance was blaring, the cops' sirens were loud. There was a crowd wanting to know what happened. Different news reporters were in front of their cameraman's. She parked on the opposite side of the street.
"How come nobody paged me?" Sara asked Nick, when she lifted up the yellow ÔDo Not Cross' tape.
"How did you know?" Nick ask her.
"It's all over the news."
Everybody was there except for Grissom.
She became to tremble. She didn't want it to be Grissom.
"Where is Grissom?" Sara asked.
"They are putting him on the stretcher now." Catherine pointed.
Sara looked and then turned to Catherine, again. "I'll stay with him since it's my night off." Catherine only nodded.
"Soon as I know something, I'll call you." Sara said. Catherine nodded once more.
Sara looked down at him. They rolled him through the grass, he was lying on the stretcher with his eyes close. It looked like the bullet was near his heart. He was bleeding badly.
"Anyone coming with him?" A paramedic called out.
"I am." Sara said, and lifted up the tape again to get by. She ran over to the ambulance and got in.
She heard a loud banging noise against the door. It was letting the driver know it was safe to go.
She saw two paramedics giving him oxygen from the tank, they were holding down on the wound to make the bleeding stop, and then someone gave him a HIV.
Sara rubbed his hand with both of hers and whispered to him. "It's okay, Grissom. Your going to be okay." She wasn't sure. She suddenly couldn't see, her eyes were foggy with tears.
