5- "Feel the Sun"

Slowly, time passed and the due date of the baby grew closer. Sara's parents had come and already left in a meeting that involved a lot of yelling. Sara continually sunk into a depression that was secretly tearing her up. She could hide it well when she had visitors, but she could never, no matter how hard she tried, hide her depression from Gil.

One day, Gil walked into her room and said, "Get up, we're leaving."

Sara snapped her head around to him. "Excuse me?"

Gil seemed pretty irked at something. "The doctors think you should remain in the hospital, but I can't let them keep you trapped in here. You need to see the outside."

Y'know, for a guy who never knows how I feel, he sure knows how I feel.

"Gil, I'm fine, honestly..." He fixed her with a disbelieving and very stern stare that made her fall silent. A nurse came in and walked her to the bathroom and helped her change into some normal clothes. She was so excited that she would be leaving the hospital that it took her a moment to realize she what she was dressing in. It was a soft, worn UCLA sweatshirt and dark green maternity pants. Catherine's. But Catherine never went to UCLA...

While the nurse settled her into the wheelchair, still in the bathroom, she lifted the too long sleeves and pressed them to her face and inhaled. A comforting scent... it was Gil's shirt. Of course it was.

The nurse wheeled her out and she saw her physical therapist arguing with Grissom.

"Mr. Grissom, I understand you care for Miss Sidle's well being, but she needs to stay-"

"No!" Gil said, a whole lot angrier than Sara had ever seen before, that includes the time he checked his pulse, "You're wrong, because if you truly understood about Sara's well being, you would allow her out of this dark room, this prison, the exact same room she was raped in!"

That's when Gil, red in the face and very pissed off, spun around, gently but forcefully grabbed Sara's wheelchair handles and he said, "Here's my card, that's my personal number. She is going to be stay in a hospitable environment until the baby comes or else she will slowly sink into a depression she will have no hope of ever climbing out of!"

"Mr. Grissom! She has been showing no signs of-"

"If you knew the Sara Sidle I do, you would know she is the most independent woman in the world, and the fact that she woke up, three years stolen from her life and not able to walk, not even to mention very pregnant, could be the drastic change that will very well kill her! Now, I am taking her to a normal environment, and if any one of you begs to differ, then I suggest looking back at the last time I cared about Sara's well being, and to see how well you guys solved that problem."

He finished the sentence in a low, threatening hiss that shut the psychical therapist and the nurse into a silent stupor. With a deep breath, he wheeled her out of the room and over to the elevator. The physical therapist and nurse continued to stare, scared, as the elevator doors shut, leaving Gil and Sara in the silent elevator.

"Shit." Gil said.

"I'm sorry?" Sara asked, surprised.

"I don't know what I just did. I just suddenly had this really strong urge to get you out of this hospital, so I just came over here and did it. Catherine's out of town for two days, and I can't leave you at your house..."

Uh-oh, I have an odd feeling I know where this is going...

Gil fell silent.

"Unless, of course, you would rather stay at Greg's."

Sara burst into a short bout of laughter, and the tension broke as the elevator doors opened and Sara finally felt the sun on her face for the first time in years...

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