Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters from the show. If I did, this would be on TV and not on the internet.
Help Me
Chapter 2
Grissom woke up suddenly and realized he was not asleep on his bed. He was surprised at first to discover a warm body leaning on his own. He finally remembered it was Sara and looked at his clock. He realized it was getting close to time for him to leave for work. He stood up and gently laid Sara back down on the couch. He slipped quietly away to his bedroom so he could shower and change for work. As he got himself ready he couldn't help but repeat Sara's words in his mind "I let you effect me, I let your rejection set me into this spiral." Those words had really struck home with him. This whole thing was his fault. He had said no to her when he should have said yes. He was so stupid sometimes, he didn't even understand why he'd rejected her. Now he felt that the only thing he could do for her was to help her straighten her life out again.
When Grissom was dressed and nearly ready to leave, he decided to wake Sara up to tell her he was giving her the night off to sleep. He thought she might protest taking the night off, but he'd just tell the others at the crime lab that she called in sick. He gently shook her shoulder, but she didn't wake up.
"Sara?" he called gently, "Sara?"
She still didn't stir. Beginning to worry, Grissom shook her harder and shouted at her, but she still didn't respond. He quickly checked her vital signs and found that she was breathing, barely but she was. He flipped the lamp next to the couch on and saw a pool of blood slowly forming on his couch.
"Oh my God, Sara!" he gasped searching frantically for his phone. He found it and his fingers fumbled over the buttons as he tried to dial 911. He calmed down enough to dial the phone properly. He kept a close eye on Sara as he spoke hastily to the operator. Her skin was very pale. Her cursed himself for not noticing that sooner, he had no idea how long she'd been bleeding.
Grissom threw open the door when he heard the doorbell ring, "Thank God, you're here."
"What do we have?" the head paramedic asked.
"Sara Sidle, LVPD CSI, I think she's having a miscarriage, she's bleeding heavily," Grissom explained quickly.
"Okay," they quickly examined her and loaded her onto the stretcher.
In a blur, Grissom watched as they loaded her pale, limp body into the ambulance. They drove away leaving Grissom in a mental haze. He remembered that at some point he'd heard them say Desert Palm. He knew he was not in the right mental state to be driving himself. He found his cell phone and dialed the number of the first person he thought of.
"Brass," Grissom heard at the other end.
"Jim, it's Gil," Grissom started shakily.
"Grissom, what's the matter?" Brass sensed something was wrong.
"Jim, can you come to my house and drive me to Desert Palm?" Grissom rushed.
"Whoa, Gil, slow down," Brass soothed, "what's up?"
"It's Sara. She showed up at my door earlier, anyway, she had to be rushed to the hospital, please come pick me up and I'll explain on the way," Grissom pleaded.
"All right, I'll be there as soon as I can," Brass hung up.
Grissom sat waiting impatiently for Jim Brass to arrive at his house. After what seemed like an eternity, he heard Brass' car pull into his driveway. He flew to the door and nearly knocked Brass over as he ran out the door.
"Let's go," Grissom drug Brass back to the car.
"Okay, calm down please, Gil," Brass worried about his friend, noting some blood on his hands.
"I'm sorry, I'm just concerned about Sara," Grissom sunk into the passenger seat.
"It's okay, now you want to tell me why there's blood on your hands? What exactly happened to Sara?" Brass inquired.
Grissom sighed, "She showed up at my door this morning, looking very upset. I let her in, wanting to make sure she was okay. You should have seen her, there was no way I wanted to let her go home in the state she was in. I was a little uncomfortable at first with one of my CSIs in my house, but she told me about what happened to her during the time she took off. I don't think I can go into the personal details, but we both fell asleep. I woke up and got ready for work. When I went to wake her up, to let her have the night off, she didn't wake up. I turned on the light and discovered she was bleeding, so I called an ambulance."
"Wow," Brass whistled, "did she cut herself or something?"
"No nothing like that," Grissom snapped, "I'm sure I can tell you the full story later, but right now, I don't think I should. Just trust me, Jim."
"I do, Gil," Brass looked hard at his friend, "we're almost there."
The remainder of the ride to the hospital was spent in silence. Brass was trying to comprehend the confusing details Grissom had given him and Grissom was just worrying about Sara. There had been so much blood when they took her away. He realized now there was even some on his hands, which he quickly rubbed off on his dark pants. He didn't really care about his appearance at the moment. Brass pulled into the parking lot and had to stop Grissom from jumping out of the car before it stopped. Grissom restrained himself, reminding himself that he should try to remain calm.
"Miss Sidle's in room 214," the admissions nurse directed them.
"Thank you," Grissom turned to head for the elevator.
Brass trailed Grissom still trying to figure out what exactly had happened to Sara. He knew that Grissom was trying to protect Sara somehow and that pressing him for information would be no good. The elevator opened to Sara's floor and Brass followed Grissom to her door.
A/N: I thought chapter two was mostly fine as it was. I changed a few small details, but it is mostly the same. Also, I am not a doctor so please don't tell me medical info is wrong, I have no clue what I'm talking about.