A/N: Probably one more chapter to this story. Thanks for the reviews. Don't own CSI and all that. Let me know if there are any gross errors.

Blindsided

Chapter Seven

Sara woke slowly, the floor's cool tile against her face helped to rouse her. Turning onto her side, Sara cracked one eye open to find the tiniest pair of blue eyes staring back at her. She snapped her eyes closed and tried again.

"Oh God! I've died and woke up in the Land of The Little People." She groaned and cautiously began to move into a sitting position, shoving Malibu Barbie to one side.

Grissom was only a few feet away yanking on his plastered leg, which was still wedged in the small space between the sink and bathtub, when he heard Sara stir.

"Sara, thank God!" He kept speaking though he knew she couldn't hear but talking helped settle his nerves. "I thought you were never going to wake."

It was true, not more than a few minutes ago, Grissom had been screaming Sara's name and throwing Lindsey's bath toys at her unconscious form. He was afraid she had suffered a major concussion and had lapsed into a coma of some sort. And it was his fault.

What started out as a heated make out session on the couch, ended abruptly when Sara became nauseous. They barely made it to the bathroom before she emptied her stomach. Grissom's attempt to assist her in standing was how they ended up in their current mess.

"Grissom?" Once her vision finally cleared, Sara found Grissom speaking, rather than signing to her, looking rather distressed.

"Sorry." Grissom gestured.

Sara shrugged her shoulder. "How long was I out?"

Grissom glanced at his watch. "Twelve minutes." He signed, amazed that his one good hand had finally stopped shaking. His other hand, apparently hurt during his fall, hurt like hell and was practically useless.

"What happened to your arm?"

Grissom shrugged.

"Okay. What's going on with your leg?"

"Stuck."

Sara glared at Grissom from his obvious answer.

"Can you move? Hurt?" He kept his questions simple. Finger spelling, though effective, was tedious, tiresome and taking too long. He'd give anything for a dry erase board.

"Um -yeah. Give me a minute."

Sara did a quick inventory for injuries. "My side is sore but I think it's okay. Other than a splitting headache…" She grinned at her own pun, dabbing at the blood from her forehead, "I'm fine. You on the other hand, look pitiful."

Sara smiled at his adorable pout Grissom gave in response. Moving to her knees, she began to crawl towards Grissom when he motioned for her to stop. "What?"

"Telephone ringing."

That and he wondered if she had any idea how incredibly sexy she looked on her hands and knees. He needed to calm down. Sara would have found out just how much he wanted her if she had gotten any closer. In due time…

For now, the telephone had been ringing for the past ten minutes but there was very little Grissom could do about it. He figured it was Nick and he knew if they did not answer soon, Nick would be barreling the door down any minute.

Not trusting herself to stand just yet, Sara crawled into her bedroom, heading for the telephone on the nightstand. She wasn't sure if it was out of sheer will power or delirium but she swore that as she got closer, she could actually hear the telephone ring.

At her destination, Sara touched the base and immediately felt the vibrations. Placing it next to her ear, she hear nothing but moved it to the opposite ear and could hear as well as feel the it faintly ringing.

"Holy Hell!" Sara swore stunned. She could hear! Well, just barely, but it was a start. She continued to hold the telephone to her ear until the vibrations stopped and the sound disappeared. She leaned back on her haunches, happy.

"Oh shit!" She forgot that she was supposed to be answering the telephone. Settling it on top of the nightstand, Sara opened the drawer and retrieved her cellular phone. In one fluid motion, she snapped open the phone and pressed a number from speed dial. Luckily, she still charged her cell regularly, though it really had no other use.

The display lit up blue and revealed Nick's name on the screen. She knew he answered when the tiny timer in the corner of the screen began to count minutes.

"Nick? Nick?" She hoped she was speaking loud enough. She could feel herself speaking but that was no help. "I hope you can hear me. We, Grissom and I, need you to come back to Catherine's. Uh- there's been an accident. Grissom's-"

Her sentence was interrupted by blinking lights above her head. Turning, she grinned as Nick waved his phone from the doorway.

"What happened?" Nick signed before helping Sara to stand.

"I got sick. Grissom tried to help me up but he fell and got his leg caught somehow."

Nick pointed to her forehead with a frown.

"Oh uh-, I guess I fell too. Hit my head on the sink or toilet. But I was only out for twelve minutes." She threw the last part in to ease Nick's worries but it didn't have the desired effect as Nick stared at her in horror.

He sat her down gently on the bed and motioned for her to stay while he sought out Grissom.

He didn't have to look very far as he was right next door. When he entered the house originally, he headed straight back to Sara's voice - she was practically yelling. The bathroom door was closed halfway causing him to miss Grissom completely.

"Gris? You okay?"

Grissom was banging on his cast with a half empty bottle of shower gel.

"Grissom stop! You'll crack your cast!"

"That would be the point! Where's Sara?"

"Sitting on the bed in her room. She called me on my cell, but I was coming back anyway. Why didn't you answer the telephone?"

Grissom shot Nick a murderous look.

"Oh yeah, right. Let's see if we can set you free."

Grissom leaned back, happy to have help, though he felt ridiculous. Better Nick than Catherine, he thought then yelped in pain when he tried to balance his weight on his bad arm."

"Jesus, Grissom. What happened to your wrist? I think it's broken."

"Just get me out of here!" Grissom grumbled.

A few minutes later, Nick sat back frustrated.

"It's no use, Grissom. We're going to have to get help."

"Can't you just break it?"

"Uh - no!"

"It was coming off in two weeks anyway."

Nick looked at Grissom in disbelief. Was he whining?

"I'm checking on Sara then calling the Fire Department and paramedics."

"What for?" Grissom asked panicked.

"The Fire Department so they can saw you loose and the paramedics for Sara, who in case you didn't notice, has a knot the size of an egg on her head."

"Oh." Grissom replied guiltily. "Okay. But keep it quiet, Nicky. I don't want this to be a big deal."

"No problem."

Nick stepped around the corner to check on Sara. She was still sitting on the bed but looking irate.

"What took you so long? How's Grissom?" She demanded.

"Stuck. Calling Fire Department for help. I'm-"

"Damn it, hurry up Nick."

"I'm calling the medics too." He finished patiently.

"Why?"

Nick pointed to her forehead then placed his calls.

Ten minutes later…

"Damn!" Warrick swore as he rounded the corner of Catherine's street.

Two fire engines, three ambulances and seven police vehicles (including two unmarked cars and a van) occupied every available space on the block.

Parking on the corner, Warrick jogged to the familiar house, then had to flash his identification to get in.

"Nick, man! What the hell happened? Catherine's goin' kill you. I thought you said Griss wanted to keep this low key?"

"He did." Nick stammered, exasperated. "I don't know what happened."

"What happened was that the call you made got picked up on the scanner by PD. You requested a fire and medical unit to an officer's home, Nick. Did you think no one would notice?" Brass lectured, then grunted as a fireman accidentally smeared something dark on the couch. Catherine's gonna kick your ass, kid."