Part 2
Sara never drove as fast as she did that night in her whole life. She was so scared that something had happened to Grissom, her Grissom, she couldn't allow herself to think that way. Maybe he just passed out, yeah he just passed out, he was sleeping it off. She fought the demons that told her otherwise until she arrived at his townhouse.
She went up to the front door and tried it, it was locked. She looked around for a key, but saw none. She looked through the window, that's when she saw it. A limp figure that must have been Grissom slumped into a pile on the floor. She tried the window, it wouldn't open so she grabbed a plant pot off the step and threw it trough the window and told herself he would understand, she had to do it, it was a matter of life or death.
She climbed in through the window and ran to the lifeless body on the floor. She noticed the phone was off the hook and the pile of vomit was all over himself and the couch not to mention the floor. Sara reached for his pulse, it was weak at best. She flipped open her phone and dialled 911 and gave them directions to Grissom's house. She looked around and saw three empty bottles of Jack Daniels Whiskey and a half empty bottle of Jose Quervo Tequilla. No wonder he was sick she thought, Grissom was a social drinker at best, not like this though, this was so not Grissom. Sara flicked open her phone as she heard the sirens approaching to call Catherine and let her know what was going on, she made the decision to go in the ambulance with him so that when he woke up he would see a familiar face. Catherine was coming over to clean up the mess.
The paramedics assessed his vitals and got a glimmer of a pulse. They figured it was alcohol poisoning. Sara could have deduced that based on what she saw before her in his apartment. Even someone Grissom's size drinking that much would have disastrous consequences. She silently prayed that he would be alright.
The ride to the hospital was quick. They pumped his stomach and told Sara if she hadn't got there when she did it would have probably been too late. She had all she could do to hold back the sobs.
"Can I see him?" She asked.
"HE is not awake, but you can go sit with him if you like, after all, you were the one who saved his life."
"Thanks!" Sara said as she walked into the small room housing a very lifeless Grissom.
Sara went over and grabbed his hand, she took it in hers and sat there with it pressed against her cheek as she began to cry.
"Why would you do this Griss? Why would you drink that much. You do not drink. After all that you told me after my DUI and you go and do this to yourself, you should be ashamed of yourself!" Sara was crying uncontrollably by now. She removed her one hand from his and with her sleeve wiped away the tears that were quickly rolling down her cheek.