Broken

By tawnyteaser

Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish

Author's Note/Spoilers: Any episode is fair game even season 4, haven't seen only read the script online. Sorry I keep getting distracted by different stories I want to write so I'm going to try to update more I promise.

Grissom grabbed the assignment sheets and glanced at the clock. Shift had just started which meant everyone should be in the breakroom.

Grissom had to admit that he was still a little puzzled over Sara's behavior

and her sudden need for a vacation. He opened his office door to see Warrick and Nick leaning against the wall opposite to his office.

"Uh did I miss another meeting?"

Both men looked at each other then back at Grissom.

"Uh, well its just-" Nick started to say

"Something's up with Sara." Warrick said.

"Boy you 'aint kidding." Catherine said as she too arrived at Grissom's office.

"That bad?" Grissom asked.

"She just bit my head off thank you very much."

"War and I can top that, Sara just implied that we weren't her friends."

Grissom looked at the three of his CSI's. "Can I just ask if anyone did anything to upset her? Say anything?"

"Uh no!" Catherine snapped out. "All I did was ask if she was okay and she snaps. She really is suicidal." Catherine muttered the last part under her breath but everyone still heard her.

Warrick and Nick both looked at her with mutual looks of disbelief while Grissom just sighed.

"That was both uncalled for and unprofessional. Warrick and Catherine DB at the corner of Weston and Brinkley, O'Reilly is there waiting for you. Nick your solo on a DFO at the Oasis gift shop. I'll take care of the other DB with Sara. Get to it guys."

Grissom went off and found Sara talking to Greg. He didn't want to say anything to her in the lab; that would just look bad.

"Come on Sara you're with me tonight." Grissom said and waited for her to follow him.

Sara rolled her eyes to Greg and then followed Grissom. She walked beside him in silence, not caring if anyone noticed that they weren't speaking. It still didn't stop her heart from racing at the closeness.

Grissom looked at Sara out of the corner of his eye. Something really was bothering her. Grissom didn't know if she was still seeing Hank or if she was seeing someone new, but Sara wasn't the type to bring her private life with her to work.

As soon as the Tahoe had merged with the traffic Sara shifted in her seat to look at Grissom.

"Look if you're taking me along to see if there's a reason why I said what I did to Catherine, Nick and Warrick you're going to have to ask them. The next question would have to be: is there anything bothering me? The answer would be: it won't affect my work."

Grissom looked over and saw that Sara had the 'don't mess with me look'. He swallowed and turned his attention back to the road. He was her supervisor yes, but he was also her friend....he hoped.

"Our DB was a Patricia Anjou. She was discovered by the mailman who was delivering the mail when he noticed Patricia lying in a pool of blood on the grass. He then was chased up a tree by her dog. Animal Control has taken the dog away so that we can process the scene."

"Why are we being called in if her dog killed her?" Sara asked.

"A crime is a crime whether its commited by beast or man. Or in this case if the dog was commanded to attack that would therefore involve a man thus a homicide."

"Yeah well some of the characters we do come across are more beast then man." Sara muttered. Her mind was still focused on the letter she had received. "So Grissom can I get my holiday?" Sara broke the silence.

Grissom looked at Sara. "If you really need it then of course you can, it's just that I need notice...more notice then two weeks." He paused. "We're here."

Even before Grissom had the SUV in park Sara was out and grabbing her kit.

Grissom sighed and grabbed his kit too before walking over to meet up with Brass and Sara.

"Hey glad you could make it." Brass said.

"Just get to the info." Sara said curtly.

Both Grissom and Brass's eyebrows rose, but Brass continued on.

"Patricia Anjou was a breeder and trainer of guard and attack dogs. Her rep is that the dogs she sold would obey without hesitation and are mean as hell. The one that killed her was a Great Dane, Doberman cross. Big and smart, a deadly combination. Anyways, neighbors said they never noticed anything suspicious. The mailman had to be sent to Desert Palm with a pretty nasty chunk taken out of his leg. The other dogs that Patricia had have all been taken away as well to be evaluated."

Sara nodded her head and turned to Grissom. "I've got the perimeter." She said and headed off.

"What's up with Sara?" Brass asked.

"Maybe she's having a bad day." Grissom suggested, not wanting to spread rumors.

"Sara's having a bad day. I'll buy. She's never spoken to me like that before." Brass said and walked away leaving Grissom to go over to the body.

"Fucking wonderful." Sara muttered under her breath as she walked around to the back of the yard where there were numerous kennels. She walked slowly around the sides and inspected the doors and sides trying to see if they had been tampered with or the doors had been left open. She bent down and noticed a piece of paper lying underneath some leaves. She grabbed some gloves and put them on before picking the piece of paper up.

"French. Commands maybe. Hmm." Sara murmmered to herself as she bagged the piece of paper. She stood up and heard a low growl. She raised her eyes and saw a big black dog standing not four feet from her. 'Shit.' The dogs head was lowered and lips curled back to reveal large canines. A big spiked collar added to the overall fierceness of the dog.

Sara took a slow step backwards but stopped when she saw the dog tense. She glanced down at the paper in her hand and back towards the front of the house where she knew Grissom to be. Maybe he knew French. "Uh Grissom!" Sara shouted and wished she hadn't when the dog crouched and bunched its muscles. It was preparing to attack and all she could do was run. Her gun was in the Tahoe, she hadn't thought she would need it with a dog attack, and finding out that all the dogs had been taken away had reinforced her decision. Damn she hated it when she was proved wrong.

Grissom looked up from his examinations of Patricia as he heard Sara shout his name. He heard panic in her voice and rose quickly. "Brass?!" Grissom shouted and drew his gun and carefully walked around to the back of the house with Brass following him, gun drawn as well.

Sara saw out of the corner of her eye Grissom appearing and saw the dog take notice too. 'Shit. Good thing I have my boots on not my heels.' She thought and grabbed a rock and threw it at the dog before taking off at a dead run.

Grissom felt his eyes widen as he took in the size of the dog. He'd seen big dogs before, hell a Great Dane had jumped up on him before but this dog was larger, much larger and it was ready to attack.

"Shit." Brass said quietly as he too took in the situation.

The two men watched as the dog turned its head and looked at them, teeth still barred and growls still rumbling in its' throat. They watched as a rock came flying at the dog's head before they saw Sara take off at a run. The dog gave up on them and took off after her.

'In and out, in and out.' Sara chanted in her mind as she sprinted across the grass and hopped fences and ran. She could hear the dog chasing her and she hoped that she was the one that was faster. She cut down the side walk and took another sharp corner using the walls of the fence to bounce her back on course. She saw the flashing lights and hoped she would make it.

"GRISSOM! BRASS!" She screamed out as she ran back towards the primary crime scene.

"Grissom man here she comes." Brass said as they watched the CSI run down the street at a full sprint. They had prepared the rest of the black and whites and rifles were waiting for the dog.

Sara risked a glance over her shoulder and saw the white teeth of the dog before she turned fully to take the brunt of the attack in the chest rather then in the back. She felt the hot breath of the dog and protected her throat from being ripped out by bringing her forearm up. She felt the teeth bite in a bit her lip as the pain exploded. Sara felt stars explode behind her eyes as she fell and hit her head on the cement.

She was disorientated for a second and this allowed the dog to free it's teeth to try again for her throat. Sara rolled and the teeth found there way into her shoulder. She used her free hand to try and push the dog off but it had to weigh as much as she did, or more. Sara heard the shots and felt the dog go limp. She sighed and pushed the dead weight off her and sat up slowly, breathing in slowly. Her head hurt. Her shoulder hurt, hell everything hurt if she was going to be honest.

"Sara are you alright?" Grissom asked breathlessly as he ran up to her. He noted the blood staining her shirt and felt his stomach clench.

"Paramedics are on their way Sara just take it easy." Brass said as he knelt down and used his hankerchief to try and stanch some of the blood. "Did the dog only get you on your shoulder? I saw you bring your arm up."

"Hmm? Um yeah, it got my other arm too." Sara murmured out. Her vision was kind of blurry and her chest hurt. It was getting harder to breath too.

"I think I'm going to take a nap now." She whispered out and fainted.

Brass caught Sara around the back before she fell and hit her head again. "She's one tough cookie you got there Gil."

"She's not mine Jim."

"She could be. If you'd give it a chance."

"There's the fact that I'm her boss, and who says that I-"

"You just admitted that the only thing stopping you is the fact that you're her boss."

"I'm scared. Out of all my friends, people I know, even you; she's the only one who can hurt me."

"Gil that's what love is. I know that you're not really a religious man but there's a passage I'd read every time I'd have problems. 1 Corinthians, verse 13." Brass said quietly and continued to put the pressure on Sara's shoulder wound as the paramedics arrived, forcing Grissom to stand back.

"Desert Palm." One of the EMT's said to Grissom before the back doors were shut by Brass.

"I'll notify the team and get Ecklie to take over this one." Brass said and got into his car.

Grissom walked back to the crime scene but stopped when he realized he couldn't enter it. What had happened to Sara was a crime thus he couldn't enter it as he was no longer the CSI investigating the case...cases. He sighed and grabbed his kit from the front and climbed into the Tahoe. He spotted Sara's gun sitting on the floor in the shadows. "Why Sara?" was all he could ask as he drove, his mind fixated on Sara running towards him her eyes full of fear, her turning and seeing those gleaming white teeth before both of them falling. Grissom gripped the steering wheel harder and pushed the pedal down harder. He flicked on the red and blues and drove as fast as he could.

Catherine walked into the DNA lab and found Greg there on the phone with somebody. "Hey Greg, this is on the clock, so finish up." Catherine normally wouldn't have cared but her earlier discussion with Sara still had her kind of pissy.

Greg glared and motioned for her to sit.

Warrick looked at Catherine as he walked into the lab as well. Nick followed soon after. They all listened in, not caring.

"So she's okay though right? NO?! What's her status? She's being prepped for surgery? Serious....yeah they're here now.....yeah I'll tell them......uh huh.....can you phone me and let me know when you have an update? Thanks Brass." Greg hung up the phone and turned to face the three CSI's.

"That was Brass-"

"I think we could figure that out." Catherine said sarcastically.

"Why don't you shut up and listen for once. That was Brass and he's on his way, following Grissom who is also on his way to Desert Palm."

"Is Grissom alright?" Nick asked worriedly.

"He's fine but Sara's not. The scene they were at was supposed to have been secure. Anyways there was a dog it was going to attack Grissom and Brass, Sara threw a rock and took off. The dog followed. The next thing Brass knows, Sara's running down the street the dog gaining and she turns just as the dog leaps. It did some pretty good damage, broke her Radius, Ulna and the second bite took out her clavicle, broke her top two ribs and pierced her lung. As of this moment she's in critical condition and being prepped for emergency surgery to reinflate her lung."

"Is she going to make it?" Warrick asked.

"Touch and go right now. They think she might have sustained a concussion from when she hit her head on the road but that's the least of her problems right now."

Grissom was frustrated. They wouldn't tell him anything other then the extent of her injuries, they wouldn't tell him if she would live or die, only 'she's touch and go'. He hated hospitals. Even having his surgery on his ears it still bugged him. He sighed and went to the hospital chapel. He found a bible and flipped it to the passage Brass had mentioned.

Love is patient; love is kind
and envies no one.
Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;
never selfish, not quick to take offense.
There is nothing love cannot face;
there is no limit to its faith,
its hope, and endurance.
In a word, there are three things
that last forever: faith, hope, and love;
but the greatest of them all is love.


1 Corinthians 13

Grissom felt his chest tighten. This was Sara. It had been written a long time ago but it was about Sara. He had turned her down for dinner and she had taken it in stride and told him that he might be too late, and in this instant he might be. He wiped his eyes as he felt his pager go off. It could be one of the CSI's but Grissom had also given the number to the nurse who said she would page him when she had more information about Sara. He glanced down and felt his hope plummit.

'DOT REVIVED ICU HURRY'

"Not now Sara. Not now." He said and rushed towards the ICU.

TBC

DOT was the only thing I could think of to make died on table shorter. In real life I have no idea what they use. Hmm. Anyways review if you like or don't.