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Chapter 15:
Greg raced up to Catherine as he spotted her in the hall.
"Catherine!" He caught up to her quickly as she spun to meet him.
"I just heard Sara's in the clear. Grissom paged me from the hospital. Brass just brought the bullet in, and her clothes." Greg waited for his next orders, eager to help in any way possible.
Catherine stared at him a moment before replying.
"So Bobbie's running a check on the bullet right? I want Bobby on it. Where's Warrick? He's the lead on this case until Grissom gets back. And you and I will go over the clothes. Grissom's staying at the hospital with Sara." Catherine was relieved, but completely on stress overdrive.
Greg nodded.
"Nick and Warrick are at the crime scene with O'Riley." He followed her towards the evidence room. "Why aren't you taking lead?"
She stopped, and gave him a look.
"Ohhhh! Right. Nevermind. Sorry, Catherine." He continued following behind her, mentally smacking himself in the head.
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Gil Grissom sat in the only chair in the machine-crowded hospital room. It was dark and private, but sterile in a way only hospitals and morgues associated with. He studied her features, as she lay there unconscious. Every few moments, he found himself studying her chest just to make certain it rose and lowered with steady breaths. He wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there. His cell was off per hospital orders, and his pager was in the Tahoe. He had left it there after going out to fill Greg and the others in on the latest news. He heard a rustling, and looked towards the bed. Sara shifted a bit. Grissom walked over to her side, and grasped her hand. It had been two days, and now he stood praying she would just open her eyes. He squeezed her hand gently, and brushed the hair away from her forehead. She still looked so pale. As he lingered near her brow, he felt her move beneath his hand. He pulled it away as if he were burnt, and leaned in closer. Sara's eyes slowly fluttered open. She blinked the daze from her sight, and looked towards the source of warmth she had just felt.
"Sara? Hon'. . .you're gonna be alright." He grasped her hand in his, and rubbed the top gently with his thumb. He felt almost overwhelmed with relief.
Sara made an effort to sit up, but Grissom stopped her.
"Careful. You probably don't want to try that yet. You were shot in the midsection." His hand returned to gently rubbing her forehead. "How are you feeling? Are you in too much pain? I'll call the doctor in." He made a movement for the call button, but Sara squeezed his hand.
"Gris?" Her voice was hoarse, and weak. She couldn't think of what else to say. She pulled his arm in towards her side, hugging onto him for dear life. The last thing she remembered before this moment was the sadistic grin on Sam Braun's face. She shuddered.
"Sara? Are you in pain?" Grissom leaned in, trying to avoid placing any weight on her.
"It was Braun, Gris." She looked Grissom straight in the eyes before leaning back on her pillow. The pain was swelling in her side, and she wanted that painkiller now.
"I'll get the doctor. Hold tight, Hon'."
Grissom walked briskly towards the nurses' station, and requested Sara's doctor and something for her pain. Within minutes, the nurse arrived with a shot to add to her IV drip.
"Sara? Do you think you're up to making a statement now?" He knew the sooner they did this the better. She seemed able to remember most of what happened.
"Yeah."
"Good. I'll call O'Riley. I'll wait till he gets here, but then I need to go brief the team for a few hours."
Sara looked up at him, and smiled. He was giving an excuse for doing his job. He felt he had to explain why he was leaving, and she found that touching somehow. And from the looks of his beard and clothes, he hadn't been home in a few days.
"Grissom?" Sara squeezed his hand again.
"Yes?"
"I get it." She smiled, and let his hand go.
He smiled back at her, and bent down to place a kiss on her forehead.
"I'll be back soon." He reluctantly left her alone with the nurse and doctor.
TBC
Chapter 15:
Greg raced up to Catherine as he spotted her in the hall.
"Catherine!" He caught up to her quickly as she spun to meet him.
"I just heard Sara's in the clear. Grissom paged me from the hospital. Brass just brought the bullet in, and her clothes." Greg waited for his next orders, eager to help in any way possible.
Catherine stared at him a moment before replying.
"So Bobbie's running a check on the bullet right? I want Bobby on it. Where's Warrick? He's the lead on this case until Grissom gets back. And you and I will go over the clothes. Grissom's staying at the hospital with Sara." Catherine was relieved, but completely on stress overdrive.
Greg nodded.
"Nick and Warrick are at the crime scene with O'Riley." He followed her towards the evidence room. "Why aren't you taking lead?"
She stopped, and gave him a look.
"Ohhhh! Right. Nevermind. Sorry, Catherine." He continued following behind her, mentally smacking himself in the head.
~-~-~-~-
Gil Grissom sat in the only chair in the machine-crowded hospital room. It was dark and private, but sterile in a way only hospitals and morgues associated with. He studied her features, as she lay there unconscious. Every few moments, he found himself studying her chest just to make certain it rose and lowered with steady breaths. He wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there. His cell was off per hospital orders, and his pager was in the Tahoe. He had left it there after going out to fill Greg and the others in on the latest news. He heard a rustling, and looked towards the bed. Sara shifted a bit. Grissom walked over to her side, and grasped her hand. It had been two days, and now he stood praying she would just open her eyes. He squeezed her hand gently, and brushed the hair away from her forehead. She still looked so pale. As he lingered near her brow, he felt her move beneath his hand. He pulled it away as if he were burnt, and leaned in closer. Sara's eyes slowly fluttered open. She blinked the daze from her sight, and looked towards the source of warmth she had just felt.
"Sara? Hon'. . .you're gonna be alright." He grasped her hand in his, and rubbed the top gently with his thumb. He felt almost overwhelmed with relief.
Sara made an effort to sit up, but Grissom stopped her.
"Careful. You probably don't want to try that yet. You were shot in the midsection." His hand returned to gently rubbing her forehead. "How are you feeling? Are you in too much pain? I'll call the doctor in." He made a movement for the call button, but Sara squeezed his hand.
"Gris?" Her voice was hoarse, and weak. She couldn't think of what else to say. She pulled his arm in towards her side, hugging onto him for dear life. The last thing she remembered before this moment was the sadistic grin on Sam Braun's face. She shuddered.
"Sara? Are you in pain?" Grissom leaned in, trying to avoid placing any weight on her.
"It was Braun, Gris." She looked Grissom straight in the eyes before leaning back on her pillow. The pain was swelling in her side, and she wanted that painkiller now.
"I'll get the doctor. Hold tight, Hon'."
Grissom walked briskly towards the nurses' station, and requested Sara's doctor and something for her pain. Within minutes, the nurse arrived with a shot to add to her IV drip.
"Sara? Do you think you're up to making a statement now?" He knew the sooner they did this the better. She seemed able to remember most of what happened.
"Yeah."
"Good. I'll call O'Riley. I'll wait till he gets here, but then I need to go brief the team for a few hours."
Sara looked up at him, and smiled. He was giving an excuse for doing his job. He felt he had to explain why he was leaving, and she found that touching somehow. And from the looks of his beard and clothes, he hadn't been home in a few days.
"Grissom?" Sara squeezed his hand again.
"Yes?"
"I get it." She smiled, and let his hand go.
He smiled back at her, and bent down to place a kiss on her forehead.
"I'll be back soon." He reluctantly left her alone with the nurse and doctor.
TBC