Chapter 24
Everyone had decided to go home and get some rest except Catherine, who would not budge from Sara's side. She did not want to leave her daughter alone, anywhere, anymore. Not one of her friends could convince her, though if Sara was up, she might have been able to. Grissom decided to listen to Sara and go home. He spotted his vehicle outside with a random cop sitting in there. Curiously knocking at the door the rookie awoke. Looking at the puzzled owner he immediately got out. "Um, Warrick Brown told Captain Brass that he was going to take catherine Willow's vehicle and someone needed to drive yours here. Grissom nodded, too tired to argue or ask any questions. It was three P.M. and he had not gotten a whole lot of sleep in the last week or so. He had a lot of catching up to do. "I'll drop you off, get in." Grissom clumsily got into his vehicle and watched as the cop went around the other side and got into the passenger's seat. The ride over to Mrs. Field's was silent, Grissom was deep in thought, and the cop was visibly nervous. Finally, they arrived at the scene where there was three times more people than before. Of course information leaked out to the press and now several video cameras dotted the road and grass. Grissom angrily shook his head, he was hoping that nothing would get out until he was ready to let it be known. No such luck. He spotted Brass trying to break up a fight between two cameramen, who wanted the better angle of the house."You on the right side, you on the left, as far away from each other as possible!" Brass undertook authority, they did not need a homicide on their hands at the moment. That's when he spotted Grissom. "I brought your cop back, thanks. Sara and Lindsey are doing good. The little girl had to get stitches and Sara's been through....a lot. She's going to need 24-hour care. Anyways, I'm going home to get some sleep and then I'll be at the hospital if anyone needs me." Brass just nodded and watched the man walk back to his vehicle and drive away.
Grissom reached his apartment in under twenty minutes and walking in he kicked off his shoes uncaring of where they landed and immediately locked the door behind him. He walked into his bedroom, got out some sweats and dropped into bed. Waking up about eight hours later he still felt as sleepy as ever. He decided to get some stuff ready before he went back to sleep. Getting out a big, and wondering where in the world he got it from and remembering that Sara had once brought some of her stuff over in it, when they pulled out an all nighter on a very tough case. He piled lots of clothes in there followed by some sanitary necessities. When he was certain that he had everything he would need for a couple day stay at the hospital, he went to get a light snack. Afterwards, he returned to his bedroom and fell into a deep slumber.
Grissom woke up hours later, feeling very refreshed and ready to meet the day head on. He drove to the hospital, and upon entering Sara's room, he found Catherine fast asleep upon a cot near the hospital bed. Sara and Lindsey where still in bed, but Grissom could make out the slightest movements coming from Sara's body. She was shaking a little bit, and Grissom was deciding wether or not to go and get a nurse when he heard a slight sniffle. She was crying. Grissom's heart broke in two, in his head he heard the crystal red pieces shatter at the pit of his stomach. He quietly went over to Catherine and shook her awake. "Hey, Cath." The woman slightly stirred and then slowly awakening she propped herself up with lightening speed. "Hey Grissom, how long have you been here?" Catherine scooted over and Grissom sat down next to her, " Thanks. I just got in. Miss. Sidle's personal nurse is on duty. You can go home now, sleep on a real bed, and spend some time with your kid." Catherine smiled at the thought, it sounded so heavenly, so perfect, but doubt filled her eyes. What about Sara? And she still had to have a talk with Mrs. Grissom there, about how she got taken off the case and reprimanded. "It's fine, don't worry. I'll be here always, I wont budge from her side," he was looking at catherine though half talking to himself, "Don't worry, she'll be safe, she IS safe. You can go." Catherine nodded, this was Grissom, back again. "Thanks, but you know that doesn't take you off the hook. You had absolutely NO right to take me off that case, my child was involved for goodness's sakes. You do NOT mess with a woman on a mission ----" Grissom's eyes blinked open, 'Shoot, I thought she'd forget.' He was still in for it, but he had an excuse, "I'd love to hear what else you have to say Cath, I really would, but," he smiled mischievously, " Sara's asleep, we wouldn't want to wake her, now would we?" that was just a little white lie. "But, I would be glad to hear you yell at me some other time and I will beg and grovel for forgiveness." Catherine smirked, this WAS the old Grissom, though with a tad bit of sarcasm. That could be a dangerous situation.
Catherine irritably got up and picked Lindsey from the bed. Sara's arm limply fell from the girls body, but Grissom knew she was awake. Catherine headed for the door, "I'll be home if you need anything. It's not a crime scene anymore, and I want to spend some time wit her." catherine lovingly looked down at the sleeping child in her arms. 'Bye,' she mouthed and walked out. Grissom was finally alone with Sara. He quietly got up and went to close the door. "Hi, Sara." He walked over to the bed and sat parallel to her face. She didn't respond. "You can stop acting now Sara," his voice was higher, louder, gruffer, "I know that you're awake." Sara slowly opened her eyes, as if just waking up, they were red and swollen. Her mind was going a hundred miles a minute, trying to think up of a legitimate excuse. As soon as she looked into his blue eyes though, she saw there was no arguing. "What do you want?" her tone was edgy, and Grissom was bothered. "I came to talk to you." She sighed and rolled onto her back to escape his prying gaze. "I'm listening." Grissom was thrilled to have actually gotten the chance, though, it was going to be much harder than he thought. "Ok. Well, first of all, the doctor said that you will need 24 hours supervision as soon as you get out of the hospital." She turned back onto her side, "As soon as I'm out of this dang hospital, I will go home and get ready for work. I don't need some freak taking care of me. I'll be fine all by myself." Grissom almost laughed, he had never been called a freak before, an ass yes, but not a freak. "Sorry Sara, those are the orders," He thought that she heard a growl, "And plus, I'm going to be the freak that is taking care of you. And as your supervisor, I will not let you back on duty before you are completely healed." Sara's eyes burst open like fireworks, Gris, her own nurse is Gris??? "I don't think so Grissom, taking care of a sick woman is a lot of work. And I don't think that you are the right person to take care of me." 'Since you are the one that cause all of my pain for three years.' It was his turn to sigh, "Wether you like it or not, I am going to be your supervisor, off and on hours whenever you get back to work." She began to argue, "Gris, you can't and you won't. You can't possibly take care of me, I'm A LOT of work," she exaggerated sarcastically, " And I will not have any of it. Go home or go to work, you don't need to spend your time here with a sick woman." "It's not a negotiation," he added sass of his own, " You either accept this or take a couple month's vacation time. And plus, you could teach me how to take care of woman, of you," She cocked an eyebrow at him screaming EXPLAIN!!!!! But he switched the subject, "So, what place is more comfortable, yours or mine? Whichever one you pick, keep in mind, we will be living together there for a couple of weeks." His voice gave away no emotion about that last statement. Sara once again turned onto her back and mulled the thought over, inside of her head she screamed, 'I'm living with Grissom, I'm living with Grissom. But where to live, his place or mine.....hmmmmmm, don't want to sound to needy, yet I have never seen his place, and it will be a nice change I bet from my own four walls.' "Fine, as long as I have absolutely no say int his whole nurse thing, I think maybe your place will be better. Then you'll feel more at home, and I'll just hang out on your couch." Grissom seemed pleased with the idea, "Nice choice. Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go make my place more womanly." He gave her a wink and all of her anger seemed to spew right out of her system. She was delighted with the thought and wondered why Grissom had suddenly turned so nice. 'Who cares?' she thought, 'As long as he's nice to me.'
Everyone had decided to go home and get some rest except Catherine, who would not budge from Sara's side. She did not want to leave her daughter alone, anywhere, anymore. Not one of her friends could convince her, though if Sara was up, she might have been able to. Grissom decided to listen to Sara and go home. He spotted his vehicle outside with a random cop sitting in there. Curiously knocking at the door the rookie awoke. Looking at the puzzled owner he immediately got out. "Um, Warrick Brown told Captain Brass that he was going to take catherine Willow's vehicle and someone needed to drive yours here. Grissom nodded, too tired to argue or ask any questions. It was three P.M. and he had not gotten a whole lot of sleep in the last week or so. He had a lot of catching up to do. "I'll drop you off, get in." Grissom clumsily got into his vehicle and watched as the cop went around the other side and got into the passenger's seat. The ride over to Mrs. Field's was silent, Grissom was deep in thought, and the cop was visibly nervous. Finally, they arrived at the scene where there was three times more people than before. Of course information leaked out to the press and now several video cameras dotted the road and grass. Grissom angrily shook his head, he was hoping that nothing would get out until he was ready to let it be known. No such luck. He spotted Brass trying to break up a fight between two cameramen, who wanted the better angle of the house."You on the right side, you on the left, as far away from each other as possible!" Brass undertook authority, they did not need a homicide on their hands at the moment. That's when he spotted Grissom. "I brought your cop back, thanks. Sara and Lindsey are doing good. The little girl had to get stitches and Sara's been through....a lot. She's going to need 24-hour care. Anyways, I'm going home to get some sleep and then I'll be at the hospital if anyone needs me." Brass just nodded and watched the man walk back to his vehicle and drive away.
Grissom reached his apartment in under twenty minutes and walking in he kicked off his shoes uncaring of where they landed and immediately locked the door behind him. He walked into his bedroom, got out some sweats and dropped into bed. Waking up about eight hours later he still felt as sleepy as ever. He decided to get some stuff ready before he went back to sleep. Getting out a big, and wondering where in the world he got it from and remembering that Sara had once brought some of her stuff over in it, when they pulled out an all nighter on a very tough case. He piled lots of clothes in there followed by some sanitary necessities. When he was certain that he had everything he would need for a couple day stay at the hospital, he went to get a light snack. Afterwards, he returned to his bedroom and fell into a deep slumber.
Grissom woke up hours later, feeling very refreshed and ready to meet the day head on. He drove to the hospital, and upon entering Sara's room, he found Catherine fast asleep upon a cot near the hospital bed. Sara and Lindsey where still in bed, but Grissom could make out the slightest movements coming from Sara's body. She was shaking a little bit, and Grissom was deciding wether or not to go and get a nurse when he heard a slight sniffle. She was crying. Grissom's heart broke in two, in his head he heard the crystal red pieces shatter at the pit of his stomach. He quietly went over to Catherine and shook her awake. "Hey, Cath." The woman slightly stirred and then slowly awakening she propped herself up with lightening speed. "Hey Grissom, how long have you been here?" Catherine scooted over and Grissom sat down next to her, " Thanks. I just got in. Miss. Sidle's personal nurse is on duty. You can go home now, sleep on a real bed, and spend some time with your kid." Catherine smiled at the thought, it sounded so heavenly, so perfect, but doubt filled her eyes. What about Sara? And she still had to have a talk with Mrs. Grissom there, about how she got taken off the case and reprimanded. "It's fine, don't worry. I'll be here always, I wont budge from her side," he was looking at catherine though half talking to himself, "Don't worry, she'll be safe, she IS safe. You can go." Catherine nodded, this was Grissom, back again. "Thanks, but you know that doesn't take you off the hook. You had absolutely NO right to take me off that case, my child was involved for goodness's sakes. You do NOT mess with a woman on a mission ----" Grissom's eyes blinked open, 'Shoot, I thought she'd forget.' He was still in for it, but he had an excuse, "I'd love to hear what else you have to say Cath, I really would, but," he smiled mischievously, " Sara's asleep, we wouldn't want to wake her, now would we?" that was just a little white lie. "But, I would be glad to hear you yell at me some other time and I will beg and grovel for forgiveness." Catherine smirked, this WAS the old Grissom, though with a tad bit of sarcasm. That could be a dangerous situation.
Catherine irritably got up and picked Lindsey from the bed. Sara's arm limply fell from the girls body, but Grissom knew she was awake. Catherine headed for the door, "I'll be home if you need anything. It's not a crime scene anymore, and I want to spend some time wit her." catherine lovingly looked down at the sleeping child in her arms. 'Bye,' she mouthed and walked out. Grissom was finally alone with Sara. He quietly got up and went to close the door. "Hi, Sara." He walked over to the bed and sat parallel to her face. She didn't respond. "You can stop acting now Sara," his voice was higher, louder, gruffer, "I know that you're awake." Sara slowly opened her eyes, as if just waking up, they were red and swollen. Her mind was going a hundred miles a minute, trying to think up of a legitimate excuse. As soon as she looked into his blue eyes though, she saw there was no arguing. "What do you want?" her tone was edgy, and Grissom was bothered. "I came to talk to you." She sighed and rolled onto her back to escape his prying gaze. "I'm listening." Grissom was thrilled to have actually gotten the chance, though, it was going to be much harder than he thought. "Ok. Well, first of all, the doctor said that you will need 24 hours supervision as soon as you get out of the hospital." She turned back onto her side, "As soon as I'm out of this dang hospital, I will go home and get ready for work. I don't need some freak taking care of me. I'll be fine all by myself." Grissom almost laughed, he had never been called a freak before, an ass yes, but not a freak. "Sorry Sara, those are the orders," He thought that she heard a growl, "And plus, I'm going to be the freak that is taking care of you. And as your supervisor, I will not let you back on duty before you are completely healed." Sara's eyes burst open like fireworks, Gris, her own nurse is Gris??? "I don't think so Grissom, taking care of a sick woman is a lot of work. And I don't think that you are the right person to take care of me." 'Since you are the one that cause all of my pain for three years.' It was his turn to sigh, "Wether you like it or not, I am going to be your supervisor, off and on hours whenever you get back to work." She began to argue, "Gris, you can't and you won't. You can't possibly take care of me, I'm A LOT of work," she exaggerated sarcastically, " And I will not have any of it. Go home or go to work, you don't need to spend your time here with a sick woman." "It's not a negotiation," he added sass of his own, " You either accept this or take a couple month's vacation time. And plus, you could teach me how to take care of woman, of you," She cocked an eyebrow at him screaming EXPLAIN!!!!! But he switched the subject, "So, what place is more comfortable, yours or mine? Whichever one you pick, keep in mind, we will be living together there for a couple of weeks." His voice gave away no emotion about that last statement. Sara once again turned onto her back and mulled the thought over, inside of her head she screamed, 'I'm living with Grissom, I'm living with Grissom. But where to live, his place or mine.....hmmmmmm, don't want to sound to needy, yet I have never seen his place, and it will be a nice change I bet from my own four walls.' "Fine, as long as I have absolutely no say int his whole nurse thing, I think maybe your place will be better. Then you'll feel more at home, and I'll just hang out on your couch." Grissom seemed pleased with the idea, "Nice choice. Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go make my place more womanly." He gave her a wink and all of her anger seemed to spew right out of her system. She was delighted with the thought and wondered why Grissom had suddenly turned so nice. 'Who cares?' she thought, 'As long as he's nice to me.'