Title: One of the Family 5/?

Author: Helena

Rating: PG-13

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Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Thank you to Angelique for beta-ing

Chapter Five

"Me and My team," Grissom said shocked, "Who would go after my team?"

"Think Gil," Brass said sharply as he watched Catherine climb into the back on the ambulance, his tone softened, "You're a crime scene investigator. Your evidence puts people behind bars. I can think of quite a few people who would want revenge."

The pair stood in silence as they watched the steady stream of people travel in and out of the lab. Suddenly Grissom spoke

"I'm going in there."

"What!" Brass exclaimed, "You can't! Catherine needs you. Lindsey and Evelyn need you. Your team needs you. But not here, at the hospital."

Grissom looked at Brass, then at the departing ambulance.

"Go on Gil. They need you," Brass coaxed, "We can look after everything here."

With a backward glace at the detective, Grissom made his way towards his waiting Tahoe.

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A Few Hours Later…

Sara's mind was in fast forward. She had been in the Layout Room.

FLASHBACK

"I've got my anger and I've turned it into something better" Sara told Nick

"What? Revenge?"

"No," She said slapping him playfully on the arm

There was a knock on the door and the two turned around.

"What can we do for you officer?"

PRESENT

He had shot Nick. 'Nick? Where was Nick?' Her mind screamed. She felt a tube down her throat and heard the gentle beep of a heart monitor. 'Have I been shot?' she asked herself once again.  Hearing movement in the room a nurse entered. She smiled at Sara.

"Good morning Ms Sidle, I'll get the doctor to see you."

The doctor arrived minutes later. "Deep breath Sara," he said as he pulled the tube out of her throat.

"Nick?" She rasped, "Nick Stokes? Where is he? Is he ok?"

"I'm afraid I'm not able to reveal that information to anyone, who is not family," He told her gently.

"Can I see him? I just need to know that he's ok. What about Greg and Warrick and Evelyn? And Lindsey? What about Lindsey?" The heart monitor's beeping quickened as Sara began to panic.

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About 3 hours later…

Grissom sat in the waiting room of the hospital. Waiting for news. Waiting for hope. Waiting for tears. In the end it was Grissom's cell phone that broke the silence.

"Grissom"

"Grissom. It's Greg,"

"Where the hell are you?" Grissom asked stunned

"Outside of the lab with Brass, Ecklie and his team"

"Ecklie? What the hell is Ecklie doing there?"

"He's supposed to be processing the scene. Look Griss. I really need you as my supervisor to tell Brass I'm capable of processing the scene."

"Ecklie, processing the scene that MY team was attacked at? Where my niece nearly died?"

"Um. Yeah." Greg said uncertainly, "Here's Brass. He wants to talk to you." With that her thrust the phone at the stunned detective.

"Brass? What the hell is going on?" Grissom yelled down the phone

"Ecklie and his team were assigned to this case. Can Greg help or not?"
Grissom sat in silence for a minute, watching as a doctor entered the waiting room.

"Look Brass. I've got to go. Greg is perfectly capable of processing the scene, just tell him not to get in over his head." With that he hung up.

"Mr Grissom?" The doctor who had entered the room made his way over to Grissom. "You can see your niece now".

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Grissom entered Evelyn's room. It hurt him to see her like this. Her dark hair usually in lose ringlets was lying limply around her shoulders. He pulled a chair up to beside her bed and took her hand in his. She felt so cold. He tried to ignore the voice in his head telling him it was his fault. 'Who am I trying to kid?' he thought. It was his fault. If he hadn't asked her to come to work with him…  His thoughts trailed of as he heard someone at the door.

"I'm sorry Mr. Grissom. I'm going to have to ask you to leave for a moment. Her mother would like to see her now," the nurse said to Grissom. At this Grissom stood up.

"Her mother?" he asked curiously, making his way towards the door, and found it hard to hide his shock. "Catherine?"

"If you don't mind Mr. Grissom," the nurse said again, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave"

As he was leaving Catherine gently touched his arm. "I'm sorry. It was the only way I could get into see her"

"That's ok. How's Lindsey?"

"She's ok. Sleeping at the moment"

The nurse shot an impatient look at Grissom, and he took that as his queue to leave. Catherine sat in his vacated chair.

"I need to thank you Evelyn. You protected my baby. She lost a lot of blood, but she's going to be ok. Gil's really shook up. He's blaming himself for the shooting," her voice caught in her throat, "I'm really sorry Evelyn."

TBC…