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Title: Not Quite Myself Part 12: Relinquished Freedom and Stolen Chocolate Bars
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!
Feedback is welcomed.
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Walking around the crime scene, they still had to process it as one; Catherine came to stop beside Brass. "Warrick phoned."
"And?"
"Nick is out of surgery. They had to straighten his nose and Grissom is with Sara."
"That's a no brainer," Brass said as he looked over at Catherine.
Catherine smiled. She understood Brass' train of thought. "Warrick only saw Sara for a split second. He figures she split some stitches open."
"From the blood I saw on Gil's hand earlier, I'd agree she probably did," Brass said as he remembered back to when Grissom went to Sara's side. About to continue talking, he spotted some one. "Greg."
Greg had just poked his head out of the lab doors to see what was happening. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, even Brass for that matter. He just wanted to look then pop back into his lab.
Catherine watched him closely as he waved a hand at them, and then retreated back inside. "What's with him?"
"Me, I think," Brass admitted.
"What?" Catherine didn't understand. "I scared him earlier when I was looking for Sara. Maybe I should apologize to him."
"That's if he'll come near you," Catherine pointed out as she decided that her break was over. "I'll be checking out the area."
"All right," Brass agreed as he looked back to the lab doors. He'd deal with Greg later right now he wanted answers.
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Opening her eyes some time later, Sara took a peek around her room. Smiling when her eyes landed on Grissom, she spoke. "Still here, huh?"
Leaning forward in the chair, Grissom held up a magazine. "Found this in the waiting room, couldn't believe it."
Reading the title, Sara laughed. "A book about bugs in the waiting room. You're making that up."
"Nope, I'm telling the truth," Grissom told her with a smile. "How you feeling?"
"Tired."
"You sore at all?"
"Head is doing much better," Sara said as she touched her forehead. "Doesn't really hurt. But my side feels odd."
"You had to get re-stitched," a new voice answered her.
Looking up, Grissom saw a man in a white lab coat. He figured that he was Sara's doctor.
"Sara, I thought I told you I don't want to see a pretty woman like you in here again," the man in the white lab coat said.
Sara smiled. "Sorry Doctor Fischer comes with the job."
"So I see," Doctor Fischer agreed. "I'm Sara's doctor and you are?" He finally noticed Grissom.
"Gil Grissom, good friend of Sara's," Grissom said as he shook hands with the doctor.
"Do me a favor and keep that pretty woman out of here," he told Grissom.
"I can do that," Grissom told him as he looked down at Sara.
Sara gave him a smile, then turned her attention to the doctor. "So when can I get out of here?"
"I let you out once and you got hurt again. If I let you go, will you promise me you'll sit on your couch for the next few days," Doctor Fischer told Sara.
Sara laughed. "You got yourself a deal."
"Well let me re-examine you and if I like what I see, you can go. Mr. Grissom here will be your nurse for the next few days. Can you do that?" Doctor Fischer asked Grissom as he moved to Sara's bed and pulled down the blanket.
"I can do that," Grissom told him.
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Greg was doing his best to be invisible. He'd only exit his lab when he needed something and hide when he saw Brass approach. But as he went for a snack run Catherine stopped him.
"Greggo."
Stopping just outside the lunchroom, Greg knew he had to make up an excuse. Turning around, he spoke. "I have some work to do. Gotta get it done."
Catherine wasn't buying it. Walking closer to him, she linked arms with him. "You're coming with me."
"But…" Greg started.
"No way, let's go," Catherine, instructed.
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Wheeling Sara down the hall, Grissom came to a stop outside another room.
Leaning her head back, Sara looked up at him. "Why'd we stop?"
"Thought you'd like to see Nick," Grissom told her as he knocked on the door. "Or at least I would."
Looking down at the floor, Sara did want to see him.
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"Don't move, I'll get that," Warrick told his friend as he moved to the door and opened it. "Hey girl! And Gris."
Pushing Sara into the room, Grissom stopped when Warrick bent down and gave Sara a kiss on the cheek. "Trouble follows you around, doesn't it?"
Squeezing Warrick's hand, Sara answered. "That's Miss Sara "Trouble" Sidle."
Warrick laughed, so did the other person in the room.
Pushing Sara closer to Nick's bed, Grissom gasped when he saw his young CSI agent. "Nicky, you okay?"
"I know Gris, I look really bad," Nick told him. "I feel pretty good. They want to keep me for a bit."
"I would hope so," Grissom commented as Warrick tapped him on the shoulder. "Yes Warrick."
"Let's talk out in the hall, I'll inform you of the situation back at the lab," Warrick told him as he walked with Grissom to the door. "Be right back kids!"
"Warrick!" Nick called after him as the door shut. Looking over to Sara, he spoke. "Can you believe he has the gull to call us kids?"
"That's Warrick for you," Sara answered. "Although, he's right."
He knew she was. "Ya, we've been acting like kids, haven't we?"
"I think so," Sara admitted.
"But first of all, I want to apologize for yelling at you. That mess was mine, I was just stressed and needed to pick on some one," Nick explained to her.
"Apology accepted," Sara told him. "Maybe we should get Grissom to hang a punching bag, so we can hit or kick it when we need to relieve stress."
Nick smiled. Laughing was out of the question. "Sounds like a plan. So how are you doing?"
"Sore, tired. You?"
"Ditto," Nick told her as he watched her smile. "No more fighting Sara. I rather be your friend."
"I like that," Sara said as she reached out a hand and gave Nick's a squeeze when he took hold of hers.
"So where are you heading?" Nick asked as he motioned towards the wheelchair.
"Ah, I don't know if I should tell you," Sara started.
But Nick got it. "You're going home, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Lucky girl."
Sara smiled. "Although, the doctor wants me to sit on my couch for the next few days with Grissom hovering around me."
Nick just smiled. Grissom hovering. That was something of a dream for her and he knew it.
She understood the grin. "Get your mind out of the gutter."
Sticking his hands up, Nick defended himself. "It isn't there," he said as Warrick and Grissom entered the room.
"What isn't there?" Warrick questioned, as he had just heard the end of the conversation.
"His brain," Sara replied as Nick stuck his tongue out at her.
"Funny," Nick said as he touched his nose lightly. "Damn this hurts."
"Poor Nicky," Sara told him as she laughed. Well tried too.
"You two made up?" Grissom asked as he positioned himself behind Sara's chair.
"Yes we did," Nick replied. "But hey Warrick, do you know this girl gets to go home and gets her own personal nurse."
Warrick knew she was heading home but knew nothing about a personal nurse. "A nurse?"
"Nick…" Sara started.
"Ya, she gets Grissom," Nick finished, as he ignored Sara.
Warrick grinned.
"I think we should go," Sara announced as she refused to look at Grissom. She was blushing.
Grissom understood. "Nicky take care of the nose. And when you get released, don't step foot in the lab until you're nearly healed. Got that?"
"Does that go for Sara too?" Nick questioned.
"Yes, the same goes for Sara," Grissom said as he started to move her chair. "Take care of him, Warrick."
"I will. Take care Sara," Warrick said as he nodded at them and moved to hold the door open for them. "Talk to you later, Gris."
When the door closed, Warrick turned to his friend. "You are bad, Nick!"
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She had to push him into Brass' office. He suddenly hit the brakes and latched on to everything he could.
"Move it Greg," Catherine said as she pushed him into the office and closed the door. "Sit."
Greg gave her a dirty look but sat in a chair in front of Brass' desk.
Leaning on his desk, Brass took a deep breath and started. "I told Grissom to treat his staff with respect and here I go, treating you badly."
Greg refused to look up. His hands were more interesting.
"Greg, I should have never yelled at you and scared the living daylights out of you; a knock on the door would have alerted you that I was there and a simple question would of done the job. I'm sorry, Greg," Brass told Greg, hoping that he say or do something.
Well he did do something. Getting up, Greg headed towards the door.
Catherine stopped him. "Greg."
But Brass understood. "Let him go."
Moving away from the door, Catherine spoke. "Okay." But she didn't understand.
"I apologized, and now it's up to him," Brass said as he watched Greg open the door.
Turning around, Greg looked straight at Brass. "Do it again and I extract my revenge on you. You'll never know what hit you."
Brass laughed. "I understand."
Turning to Catherine, Greg plucked a chocolate bar out of Catherine's hand. "Never separate chocolate from a growing boy." And with that he walked out.
Catherine cracked up laughing.
So did Brass.
As for Greg, he smiled brightly while he walked back to his lab. As soon as Catherine would stop laughing, she'd realize that he had just stolen her chocolate bar. He never had one in the first place.
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The End! Just Joking.