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Title: Not Quite Myself Part 11: Pain Is Shared By All
Author: Roxanne Kowalchuk
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Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: S/G (Sara/Grissom)
Spoilers: IE. Just the Job.
Summary: Sara is having a bad day.
Notes:
An Extra Big Thank You: To Kelly, my beta reader.
Archived: Yes, please!
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Watching the gunman drop, Brass drew his gun out and approached the gunman. Kicking the gun out of his hand, he leaned down and checked for a pulse. There was none. "Clear!" he yelled.
Grissom was waiting for Brass to say that one magical word before he ran to Sara's side where he dropped to his own knees. "Sara," he said softly as he checked her for a pulse. When he found one, he brushed some of her hair off her face and spoke her name again. "Sara, honey."
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"He's down," Catherine informed Warrick as she went back to him. She had agreed to be a scout, to see when would be a good time to move Nick.
"And Sara?" Warrick asked as he picked his friend up with help from Catherine.
"Grissom is with her," Catherine said as she held onto the shirt, which was now covered in blood as Warrick helped him to the crime scene.
"She wasn't shot?"
"I don't know," Catherine admitted as she threw Nick's other arm around her shoulder.
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Opening her eyes, Sara had to let them focus. Her mind was fuzzy. "Gris?"
"Ya it's me, honey. Everything is going to be fine," Grissom, told her. "You hurt?"
"My head hurts," Sara, admitted, as she didn't know about her side.
But Grissom did, as he had just placed a hand on it. When he raised his hand, that's when he saw the blood. "Brass, we need an ambulance," he informed the Captain.
"Got one coming," Brass told him as he spotted Warrick and Catherine. "Make that two. What the hell happened?"
Placing Nick on the ground and leaning him against a car, Warrick explained, as his friend couldn't. "Looks like he was taken by surprised, his head was shoved into the side of a truck."
"Ouch!" Brass commented.
"Ya, I would say his nose is broken," Warrick reported.
"Is he awake?" Brass asked as he watched Catherine hold what he figured was Warrick's shirt against Nick's face.
"Sort of," Catherine replied. "In and out."
"Okay, hang tough," Brass, said as he walked over to Grissom. "She okay?"
"She popped some stitches," Grissom reported. "Nick?"
"A mess," Brass said as he wandered off. He still had a job to do.
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Nick and Sara had arrived at the hospital at about the same time, but Grissom had chosen to stay with Sara. Warrick had tagged along with Nick, and Catherine stayed back with Brass to work the crime scene.
The nurses and doctors, had tried everything they could think off to get Grissom away from Sara, but he wouldn't budge. He stayed near her the entire time they worked on her and now he sat beside her, as she lay in her hospital bed, holding her hand.
"Gris?"
"I'm here, Sara," Grissom told her as he squeezed her hand.
"I don't hate you."
"I know you don't," he told her as he squeezed her hand. "We'll talk later about how much of a jerk I am."
She smiled a small smile. "Okay."
"Get some sleep, I'll be here."
"Okay," she said as she closed her eyes.
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Warrick waited in the waiting room as Nick was rushed up to the operating room. They had to operate on his nose because of how bad it had been broken.
"Mr. Dunn?" A nurse called out to him.
Opening his eyes, Warrick looked up, and then stood up. "Yes, how's Nick?"
"He's in recovery right now. Once he's brought down to his own room, I'll come out and get you," she told him.
"How's his nose?"
"Put back together," she replied as Warrick laughed.
"Straight I hope?"
"Yes it is," she said. "He'll be in some pain."
"I saw the dent, so I believe he will be."
"All right, I'll be out later," she said as she left him in the empty waiting room.
He could catch a few winks or go see if he could find Grissom. He chose to find Grissom. Walking out of the waiting room, he headed to the nurses station.
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Sticking his head into what he hoped was Sara's room Warrick spoke softly. "Gris."
Looking up, Grissom saw Warrick. Letting go off Sara's hand, he spoke softly to her. "I'll be right back." He knew she was asleep, but he had spoken to her just in case she'd wake up and find him not there. Walking out into the hall, he spoke in his normal voice. "How's Nick?"
"Out of surgery," Warrick told him.
"What? It was that bad?"
"Apparently," Warrick answered. "He is now the proud owner of a very straight nose."
Grissom chuckled. "Have you seen him?"
"Not yet," Warrick replied. "How's Sara?"
"She seems fine. Never really had time to ask her," Grissom admitted. "She's still drowsy."
"Well once I know what room Nick will be in, I'll come back to tell you," Warrick told his boss. "Right now, I'm going to inform Catherine and Brass that the two kids are doing pretty good,"
Grissom smiled. "Don't let Sara catch you calling her a kid or you'll end up looking like Nick."
It was Warrick's turn to chuckle. "Oh don't worry I won't. Talk to you in a bit, Gris."
"Sure," Grissom agreed as he walked back into Sara's room only to be greeted by a pair of brown eyes. "Hi!"
"Who were you talking too?"
"Warrick," Grissom answered as he returned to his seat next to her bed.
"Why's he here?"
She hadn't seen Nick. She didn't know. "Nick is in the hospital too."
"What?" She thought she was hearing things.
"Nick was attacked by the gunman," Grissom explained.
Putting her differences aside for now, Sara spoke. "Is he okay?"
"He has a broken nose which is now fixed and straight," Grissom told her. "He may be in the hospital for awhile."
"I want to see him."
"Can't right now."
"Why not?"
"I'd say he's still in recovery," Grissom guessed. Warrick hadn't told him.
"Oh!"
"And you need your rest too," Grissom pointed out.
"I'll sleep as long as you stay right beside me," Sara told Grissom.
"I'm not leaving you," he told her as he took her hand in his. "I'll be right here when you wake up."
"I'm keeping you to that promise," Sara said as she closed her eyes.
Grissom just smiled.
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After hanging up the payphone, the nurse who had spoken to him earlier came to a stop beside him. "How's Nick?"
"Good. He's asking for you or a Catherine," she answered him.
"Catherine isn't here, so he'll have to settle with me," Warrick told her.
"Then let me lead you to his room," she said as she started down the hall with Warrick in tow.
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Sticking his head into the room, Warrick saw Nick. He had two black eyes and a bandage over his nose. Which right at the moment, he was touching. "Don't touch that or it won't heal straight."
Dropping his hands, Nick glared at Warrick. "Funny!"
Warrick laughed as he moved beside his bed. "How are you doing?"
"Not good. Got a gigantic size headache," Nick told his friend.
"Oh ya, you would," Warrick replied as he remembered the dent he had saw. "And the nose?"
"Hurts a bit. I got black eyes, don't I?" Nick asked.
"Oh ya, but just think off all the girls who will want to help you," Warrick teased.
Nick rolled his eyes. "Cute Warrick."
Warrick chuckled. "Need anything?"
"Questions answered."
"Okay, I'll do my best."
"He took my gun, was it used?" Nick fired.
"He had Sara as a hostage," Warrick admitted. There was no use in lying to Nick.
"Is she okay?"
"Ya, she's doing fine. Gris is with her."
"With her where?"
"Here in the hospital," Warrick explained. "She opened some stitches." He hadn't been sure, but had a gut feeling of that's why she was in.
"I want to see her."
"Not yet Nicky," Warrick told his friend. "Get some sleep first. Once both you and Sara are up for it, we'll arrange something. Okay?"
He was tired and in pain. "Sure."
"Good. You need anything?" Warrick asked.
"Something for the pain."
"Okay, give me a few minutes to find a nurse," Warrick said as he left Nick's room and hunted for a nurse.
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