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Help Me

Chapter 4

Sara woke up to find Grissom flopped over in a very uncomfortable looking position in the chair next to her bed. She smiled at him, he must have stayed there all night. It felt good to have someone watching over her. Grissom began to stir a few minutes later and looked confused as to where he was for a moment.

"Morning," Sara said.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked stretching his stiff body.

"I should ask you the very same question, that chair looks really uncomfortable," Sara noted.

"It is, but I didn't want to leave you," Grissom explained.

"Are you going to work tonight? I don't want to make you miss two nights in a row," Sara said.

"Yeah, I'm going in. And I heard from Brass that they really didn't buy my story about a family emergency. I had figured that they probably wouldn't. How much do you want me to tell them tonight?" Grissom asked.

Sara's eyes clouded over, "Nothing I would hope. But realistically, I know that I am going to be missing some time from work and they'll want to know the truth."

"I won't tell them you were raped, I'll just kind of gloss over the fact that you are...were pregnant," Grissom realized his mistake too late.

Sara squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight back tears. She could see the apologetic look on his face. She hated being in this position. She wished she had made some better decisions in the past months. She also wished she hadn't said last night that this was his fault. While it was somewhat of a starting point, she was the one who decided to drink away her problems. She pushed away all of her friends. All this was too much for her and she began to sob violently.

Grissom jumped up to gather her into his arms. His heart broke in half again as she leaned heavily on him. He delicately sat himself on the edge of her bed. He stroked her back comfortingly and whispered softly into her ear.

"You'll be okay, it seems right now that your life is destroyed, but you can only go up from here."

"Can you do me one favor?" she asked through her tears.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Tell them not to come visit me. I can't face them right now. I love them, but I need some time before I can face them again," Sara begged.

"Sure, they'll probably fight tooth and nail, but I will be firm," Grissom squeezed her tighter.

Gil Grissom sat nervously in his office at the Vegas Crime Lab. He was not normally the type to get nervous before speaking to his colleagues, but this was not just some case he was about to tell them about. He was going to tell them that one of their own was in the hospital. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Catherine knocked on his door.

"Hey Gil," she leaned against the doorway.

"Hi Cath," he put on a fake smile.

"How's your family?" she asked.

"Huh? Oh, fine," he pretended to be busy at his computer.

"Right," Catherine responded, "is Sara still sick?"

"Yes. Can we talk later? I'm kind of busy," Grissom told her, hoping she'd leave.

"Sure Gil," Catherine raised her eyebrows suspiciously, but turned to leave. She could tell her presence was making him nervous, so she left. It was only about ten more minutes until he would come to brief his CSIs. She turned back to stare at him for a moment before finally leaving him alone.

Grissom was glad Catherine had left. He hated how well she was able to read him. No one was supposed to get close enough to him to be able to read his emotions. Catherine had known him far too long, longer than anyone in his life, in fact, except for his own mother. He stood from his desk and made the short walk to where his CSIs awaited him. They all fell silent when he entered, hoping he had something interesting to tell them. He quickly briefed them on their assignments and said he one more thing to tell them before he left.

"I have to tell you all the truth about where I was last night," Grissom started, getting straight to the point, "I'm not going to lie to you. I was at the hospital...with Sara. She showed up at my doorstep yesterday morning, very upset. I let her in and she informed me that she was pregnant. Anyway, I let her tell me her story and after she calmed down, we both fell asleep. I woke up last night to come to work, and she was still sleeping on the couch. I decided I'd give her the night off because she needed to rest. So when I went to wake her up and let her know I was giving her the night off and that I was leaving, I couldn't wake her up. I realized she was barely breathing and bleeding heavily. She had a miscarriage, lost a lot of blood. She's in the hospital for a few days. She'll be fine physically. She has told me strictly not to allow any of you to visit her, I'm sorry."

With that Grissom turned and left the four CSIs in the lounge speechless. None of them knew what to say. All of them were very shocked at that bit of information. No one had a clue that Sara was even pregnant. Now she was laying along in a hospital bed and she was pushing away all her friends, except for Grissom who no one would have expected to be the one she turned to. Brass entered to find the grim CSIs staring off into space.

"Let me guess, Grissom just finished with you?" he asked.

"Yeah," Nick spoke up.

"I'm sorry I had to lie to you last night, I was under a direct order from Grissom not to tell you the truth. He wanted to do it himself," Brass explained.

"It's all right Jim," Catherine said.

"We all know how Grissom can be," Greg put in.

"Did any of you know that Sara was pregnant?" Warrick asked.

"No," they all replied.

"God, I want to see her," Nick sighed.

"Me too, but if she says no, we should leave her alone," Catherine said, "no matter how much we all want to see her. She clearly needs some privacy right now."

"Poor woman," Greg mused, "first to be pregnant and then to lose the child. I'm guessing the father left her if she showed up at Grissom's house upset. Something clearly happened. Then she lost the baby in the same night."

"Let's at least send her a get-well card," Warrick suggested.

"Yeah that's a good idea," Nick agreed.

"I'll go buy one. I'm still waiting on DNA results from my case," Catherine announced decisively, "I'll bring it back here, we can all sign it and I'll send it with Grissom to Sara. You know he's bound to be going to see her again."

Catherine left the lounge to head to a drug store to find a good get-well card. She decided to stop a florist shop instead to send flowers as well. She knew that if she was in the hospital, she wouldn't mind some flowers to brighten the plain white hospital room. She spent nearly an hour flipping through the various get-well cards. Finally, she found one that she felt would fit Sara and purchased it along with a bunch of yellow roses.

Catherine took the card and flowers back to the crime lab and wrote a message to Sara, then left the card where everyone else could sign it. By the end of the night all the CSIs, Dr. Robbins, Hodges and all the other lab techs and people who knew Sara had written her a brief message. Catherine picked up the card and took it to Grissom.

"Gil," she knocked on his office door.

"Yeah Cath," he looked up.

"I bought this card for Sara, and I passed it around the lab. Everyone wrote a little message for her and I was hoping you'd take it to her. I figured you'd be visiting her before you went home," Catherine explained.

"Sure, I bet she'll like that," Grissom took the card from her.

"Oh, I also bought some flowers for her, I'll go get them," Catherine ran to grab them, then returned out of breath, "here they are."

"Wow, Cath, those look nice," Grissom eyed the roses.

"They're nothing. I can't imagine the emotions she's going through, I don't know what I'd be doing if I didn't have Lindsey," Catherine said, her eyes glistening with almost tears.

"I'm sure Sara will appreciate the sentiment," Grissom assured her.

"I wish she'd let us go visit her, I don't think I'll feel better until I see her," Catherine sighed.

"I'm really sorry, but she said to make sure no one sees her. She just doesn't want anyone to see her in her weakest state. You know Sara, she's tough. Or she pretends to be. I just want to make her happy. You should have seen her eyes when she came to see me," Grissom said.

"Just tell her we all care about her," Catherine told him.

"I will," Grissom promised.

Catherine left him alone and he opened to card, finding only one small space left to squeeze in a message himself. He pulled out a pen and thought about what to say. He almost decided not to write anything because it wouldn't matter as he was going to see her in person. He finally decided on a simple message as he penned "Sara, just remember how many people love you. Grissom"

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