DISCLAIMER: I own nothing here. Please don't sue me.
A/N: Short, but I typed out the beginning of my pages so I wouldn't leave you folks hanging THAT bad while I have to go away for some days.
Chapter 14:
Catherine stood in front of Sara's apartment door with shaky hands as she tried the different keys in the lock. Finally finding the correct one, she gave the door a hard push. She groped for the light switch, quickly closing the door behind her in case any furballs chose to scurry out.
"Here kitty, kitty." Catherine knelt on the hardwood floors, and patted the ground to attract the critter. After a few minutes of that, she gave up, and glanced around at her surroundings. Small. She couldn't believe how small Sara's place was. It was much more colorful, and well-decorated than she had expected. However, it was a tiny studio apartment with the bed, TV, and desk all in one small room. The kitchen was off to the right, and a bathroom was hidden off a small hallway. She quickly changed the cat's water bowl, emptied the litter, and put out fresh food. Being in Sara's home felt odd, like she was trespassing. Sara may have been a bit friendlier with her since they'd bumped into each other at the thrift store, but she was still a very private person.
"Rowr?"
Catherine glanced over at the bed. Snuggled safely between two pillows, like royalty, was a black furball. Two bright yellow orbs blinked at her as she smiled.
"I have a feeling you are going to be a handful, Mister." Catherine picked the kitten up, and scratched under his chin as it purred. She sat down on the bed, and wept quietly. She prayed Sam had nothing to do with this, but if he did. . . she would sell a kidney if she had to to pay him back every cent he had given her. She hadn't yet spent much of it anyhow.
"I'm so sorry, Sara." Catherine hugged the kitten, and left the apartment.
~-~-~-
"Sir?" A doctor gently tapped Grissom's shoulder, waking him from his exhaustion-induced slumber.
"Sir, I thought you'd like to know Miss Sidle made it through the operation quite well." He waited for that to register with Grissom before he continued. "She's not going to be able to have visitors for a few days, but she is stable, and should pull through just fine. She lost a lot of blood, but she was very lucky. Had the bullet gone just millimeters in either direction, we'd still be in there working."
"Can I have the bullet?"
This shocked the surgeon at first until her remembered who he was dealing with. Usually the only things family wants to know is when they can see their loved ones.
"Yes. And her clothing was bagged as well for you. We have more practice at this than I like to admit." The man frowned, and turned to go.
"Doctor?" Grissom caught the man by his arm. "Thank you."
TBC
A/N: Short, but I typed out the beginning of my pages so I wouldn't leave you folks hanging THAT bad while I have to go away for some days.
Chapter 14:
Catherine stood in front of Sara's apartment door with shaky hands as she tried the different keys in the lock. Finally finding the correct one, she gave the door a hard push. She groped for the light switch, quickly closing the door behind her in case any furballs chose to scurry out.
"Here kitty, kitty." Catherine knelt on the hardwood floors, and patted the ground to attract the critter. After a few minutes of that, she gave up, and glanced around at her surroundings. Small. She couldn't believe how small Sara's place was. It was much more colorful, and well-decorated than she had expected. However, it was a tiny studio apartment with the bed, TV, and desk all in one small room. The kitchen was off to the right, and a bathroom was hidden off a small hallway. She quickly changed the cat's water bowl, emptied the litter, and put out fresh food. Being in Sara's home felt odd, like she was trespassing. Sara may have been a bit friendlier with her since they'd bumped into each other at the thrift store, but she was still a very private person.
"Rowr?"
Catherine glanced over at the bed. Snuggled safely between two pillows, like royalty, was a black furball. Two bright yellow orbs blinked at her as she smiled.
"I have a feeling you are going to be a handful, Mister." Catherine picked the kitten up, and scratched under his chin as it purred. She sat down on the bed, and wept quietly. She prayed Sam had nothing to do with this, but if he did. . . she would sell a kidney if she had to to pay him back every cent he had given her. She hadn't yet spent much of it anyhow.
"I'm so sorry, Sara." Catherine hugged the kitten, and left the apartment.
~-~-~-
"Sir?" A doctor gently tapped Grissom's shoulder, waking him from his exhaustion-induced slumber.
"Sir, I thought you'd like to know Miss Sidle made it through the operation quite well." He waited for that to register with Grissom before he continued. "She's not going to be able to have visitors for a few days, but she is stable, and should pull through just fine. She lost a lot of blood, but she was very lucky. Had the bullet gone just millimeters in either direction, we'd still be in there working."
"Can I have the bullet?"
This shocked the surgeon at first until her remembered who he was dealing with. Usually the only things family wants to know is when they can see their loved ones.
"Yes. And her clothing was bagged as well for you. We have more practice at this than I like to admit." The man frowned, and turned to go.
"Doctor?" Grissom caught the man by his arm. "Thank you."
TBC