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Chapter 25
Throughout the week, everyone visited Sara. Warrick, Nick, Greg, Catherine, Lindsey, and a lot of people from the lab. She was thrilled to know that there were that many people that cared about her. She went to great pains not to involve her parents, calling them every single day. Telling them that she was ok and that there was no need for them to come down. She spent wonderful afternoons chatting with people: most of all Grissom. They found so many things to talk about it was quite amazing. They knew so much more about each other, their favorite color, pastime, magazine, food, and everything else possible. When you have hours and hours of empty time ahead of you, talking is very easy, even if it is about the most profound subjects. And Lindsey came to visit every single day after school for half an hour, and for a couple of hours on the weekends. Sara was thrilled, and the girl was very, very fond of Sara. In that hospital room, a very strong friendship grew, a friendship that would never be broken. The friendship that started out in the cold basement that now blossomed in the warm hospital room. Before, if Lindsey ever came to the lab she would've stayed close to her mother's side, or play with Warrick. But now, she would've ran and jumped up into Sara's arms and give her a big hug. The only thing Sara constantly worried about was her conflict between Catherine. They had never really straightened that out. But besides that, the only bad thing was the nightmares. They came in the middle of the night to tear at her ragged soul. To sweep out any happiness that she had acquired, and to instil terror into her heart. She would always wake up cold and sweating, sometimes screaming out, but getting herself under control before anyone could notice. Usually Grissom spent the night with her on the hospital cot, but when he was there she would pretend to sleep when he awoke from her screams. And deny everything in the morning. But, now, the nurses made him leave, he could not spend the nights in her room anymore. So, he stayed until the latest visiting hours, and was at the hospital door before even the doctors arrived.
It was one of those nights. Sara just had another terrible nightmare, and she woke up searching for Lindsey. Horrified that the woman had gotten the child and she was too late. But, noticing her surroundings, she hushed the scream that was about to issue from her already sore throat. She looked around and felt her bed, just to be sure she was in the hospital, and not in the basement. She was about to try and go back to sleep when a thought or rather a person struck her. Hank. Why had he not visited her? This whole tragic event grazed the front page of newspapers throughout the country for about a week. "HURT CSI PROTECTS A CHILD!!!" "CHILD SAFE FROM HARM!!!" "KIDNAPED CHILD AND CSI SAFE AT HOME!!!" Why, they were already making a movie about the whole incident on lifetime. Sure, they broke up, but her old boyfriends from years and years back visited her. Some she couldn't even remember, they had all seen the papers, read about her life threatening injuries, and came to pay their respects. Yet Hank never came. She went to sleep with this thought in her head. He never came. Never. Not once.
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It was early in the morning and Grissom was in the waiting room. Not waiting for anything in particular, but he was thinking. Thinking about that hell of a day. It happened about four days ago. Sara was still in critical condition, and he was very protective of her. He asked the nurse to send any visitors to him first. And then to Sara. Well, he was in Sara's room, talking about a funny joke that he had just told when the nurse got him. He excused himself and went to look at the new visitor. When he walked to the waiting room, his mind halted as did his legs. Who else was sitting in one of those chairs than Hank. He slowly walked up to him and stood in front of his sitting form. Hank hurriedly stood up. "Can I see her? Is she ok? Will get better? How is she?" Grissom slowly shook his head. "She's in a lot of pain at the moment, and she's sleeping. Yea, she'll be ok, and she will get better. But, I don't think she wants to, or needs to see you." Hank's eyes flew open with disbelief, "What do you mean? I have a right to see her!" Grissom's cold stare penetrated Hank's body and he backed down. "You have absolutely NO right to see her whatsoever. A long time ago you DID have the right to make her the happiest woman alive though, THAT was your responsibility. Yet you cheated on her, and now I will ask you to leave, because you will NOT see her when I am around. You got that?" He threateningly stepped forward and Hank had no choice but to slip out between the close space of Grissom and the chair, and leave the hospital. Afterwards, Grissom went back to Sara's room and was silently brooding. Sara noticed this drastic change. One minute he was happily joking and the next he came back with anger sketched into his face and his speech coming very unwillingly. She decided not to push the matter, and instead said she'd take a nap. She'll ask him about it later. So, there Grissom sat, thinking about that incident. Had he done the right thing? Of course he had, right? He was just trying to protect Sara, keep her from the hurt, and keep her from reopening that deep wound. Hopefully it was fully healed, though, you never know. But, was he really protecting Sara?? Or himself? 'You stupid fool!!!! She wants Hank not you!'His mind screamed. But, if he had let Hank in, she would've probably fallen for him all over again. And then, he would lose her forever...
Thinking about this, he slowly got up and made his way to Sara's room. There, he was greeted by a warm smile and beautiful, glowing, brown eyes. "Morning, Sara. And how are you today?" He advanced towards her and sat down in a chair by the bed. "I'm good, thanks. Can't wait to get out of here though." He smiled and bent forward as if telling a secret, "I have a small surprise for you." Her face lit up, "What? What is it? Come on, tell me!" He smiled at her curiosity, "Well, the doctor said that you have been healing very nicely. And. . ." he dragged it out, savoring the moment. Sara lightly wacked his arm, "Come on you big meanie. Spill!" He smiled warmly, this is how it should always be between them. Nice, light conversation, with big smiles on both faces. "Well, he said that you will be able to check out tomorrow morning. Possibly, later today." He waited for her response which came automatically. She squealed with happiness and threw her arms around Grissom's neck. For a person who was in a condition such as hers, Sara had a lot of strength. She pulled Grissom into a big hug and hung on tightly. He ended up half lying on the bed in Sara's embrace. He slightly pulled back to look into her eyes, was that a tear? Or was it his imagination? "Thanks Grissom. Thank you so much." She unexpectedly gave his check a small peck. This motion sent Grissom's mind reeling, thought he didn't show any surprise. Instead he smiled, "No problem," and awkwardly pushed his body back onto the chair.
Sara lightly sat up onto her pillow, and looked at HER savior, "So, is your house woman friendly now?" She joked. "Why, yes, yes it is. I bought a plant." He smugly smiled, though his remark did not go unnoticed to Sara. 'Plant?' She thought for a moment, and then having nothing else to say she nodded, "I can't wait to get out of here."
Chapter 25
Throughout the week, everyone visited Sara. Warrick, Nick, Greg, Catherine, Lindsey, and a lot of people from the lab. She was thrilled to know that there were that many people that cared about her. She went to great pains not to involve her parents, calling them every single day. Telling them that she was ok and that there was no need for them to come down. She spent wonderful afternoons chatting with people: most of all Grissom. They found so many things to talk about it was quite amazing. They knew so much more about each other, their favorite color, pastime, magazine, food, and everything else possible. When you have hours and hours of empty time ahead of you, talking is very easy, even if it is about the most profound subjects. And Lindsey came to visit every single day after school for half an hour, and for a couple of hours on the weekends. Sara was thrilled, and the girl was very, very fond of Sara. In that hospital room, a very strong friendship grew, a friendship that would never be broken. The friendship that started out in the cold basement that now blossomed in the warm hospital room. Before, if Lindsey ever came to the lab she would've stayed close to her mother's side, or play with Warrick. But now, she would've ran and jumped up into Sara's arms and give her a big hug. The only thing Sara constantly worried about was her conflict between Catherine. They had never really straightened that out. But besides that, the only bad thing was the nightmares. They came in the middle of the night to tear at her ragged soul. To sweep out any happiness that she had acquired, and to instil terror into her heart. She would always wake up cold and sweating, sometimes screaming out, but getting herself under control before anyone could notice. Usually Grissom spent the night with her on the hospital cot, but when he was there she would pretend to sleep when he awoke from her screams. And deny everything in the morning. But, now, the nurses made him leave, he could not spend the nights in her room anymore. So, he stayed until the latest visiting hours, and was at the hospital door before even the doctors arrived.
It was one of those nights. Sara just had another terrible nightmare, and she woke up searching for Lindsey. Horrified that the woman had gotten the child and she was too late. But, noticing her surroundings, she hushed the scream that was about to issue from her already sore throat. She looked around and felt her bed, just to be sure she was in the hospital, and not in the basement. She was about to try and go back to sleep when a thought or rather a person struck her. Hank. Why had he not visited her? This whole tragic event grazed the front page of newspapers throughout the country for about a week. "HURT CSI PROTECTS A CHILD!!!" "CHILD SAFE FROM HARM!!!" "KIDNAPED CHILD AND CSI SAFE AT HOME!!!" Why, they were already making a movie about the whole incident on lifetime. Sure, they broke up, but her old boyfriends from years and years back visited her. Some she couldn't even remember, they had all seen the papers, read about her life threatening injuries, and came to pay their respects. Yet Hank never came. She went to sleep with this thought in her head. He never came. Never. Not once.
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It was early in the morning and Grissom was in the waiting room. Not waiting for anything in particular, but he was thinking. Thinking about that hell of a day. It happened about four days ago. Sara was still in critical condition, and he was very protective of her. He asked the nurse to send any visitors to him first. And then to Sara. Well, he was in Sara's room, talking about a funny joke that he had just told when the nurse got him. He excused himself and went to look at the new visitor. When he walked to the waiting room, his mind halted as did his legs. Who else was sitting in one of those chairs than Hank. He slowly walked up to him and stood in front of his sitting form. Hank hurriedly stood up. "Can I see her? Is she ok? Will get better? How is she?" Grissom slowly shook his head. "She's in a lot of pain at the moment, and she's sleeping. Yea, she'll be ok, and she will get better. But, I don't think she wants to, or needs to see you." Hank's eyes flew open with disbelief, "What do you mean? I have a right to see her!" Grissom's cold stare penetrated Hank's body and he backed down. "You have absolutely NO right to see her whatsoever. A long time ago you DID have the right to make her the happiest woman alive though, THAT was your responsibility. Yet you cheated on her, and now I will ask you to leave, because you will NOT see her when I am around. You got that?" He threateningly stepped forward and Hank had no choice but to slip out between the close space of Grissom and the chair, and leave the hospital. Afterwards, Grissom went back to Sara's room and was silently brooding. Sara noticed this drastic change. One minute he was happily joking and the next he came back with anger sketched into his face and his speech coming very unwillingly. She decided not to push the matter, and instead said she'd take a nap. She'll ask him about it later. So, there Grissom sat, thinking about that incident. Had he done the right thing? Of course he had, right? He was just trying to protect Sara, keep her from the hurt, and keep her from reopening that deep wound. Hopefully it was fully healed, though, you never know. But, was he really protecting Sara?? Or himself? 'You stupid fool!!!! She wants Hank not you!'His mind screamed. But, if he had let Hank in, she would've probably fallen for him all over again. And then, he would lose her forever...
Thinking about this, he slowly got up and made his way to Sara's room. There, he was greeted by a warm smile and beautiful, glowing, brown eyes. "Morning, Sara. And how are you today?" He advanced towards her and sat down in a chair by the bed. "I'm good, thanks. Can't wait to get out of here though." He smiled and bent forward as if telling a secret, "I have a small surprise for you." Her face lit up, "What? What is it? Come on, tell me!" He smiled at her curiosity, "Well, the doctor said that you have been healing very nicely. And. . ." he dragged it out, savoring the moment. Sara lightly wacked his arm, "Come on you big meanie. Spill!" He smiled warmly, this is how it should always be between them. Nice, light conversation, with big smiles on both faces. "Well, he said that you will be able to check out tomorrow morning. Possibly, later today." He waited for her response which came automatically. She squealed with happiness and threw her arms around Grissom's neck. For a person who was in a condition such as hers, Sara had a lot of strength. She pulled Grissom into a big hug and hung on tightly. He ended up half lying on the bed in Sara's embrace. He slightly pulled back to look into her eyes, was that a tear? Or was it his imagination? "Thanks Grissom. Thank you so much." She unexpectedly gave his check a small peck. This motion sent Grissom's mind reeling, thought he didn't show any surprise. Instead he smiled, "No problem," and awkwardly pushed his body back onto the chair.
Sara lightly sat up onto her pillow, and looked at HER savior, "So, is your house woman friendly now?" She joked. "Why, yes, yes it is. I bought a plant." He smugly smiled, though his remark did not go unnoticed to Sara. 'Plant?' She thought for a moment, and then having nothing else to say she nodded, "I can't wait to get out of here."