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Ok, so here is the second chapter
Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Grissom remembered neither upholstering his weapon, nor pulling the trigger. He didn't remember yelling her name, or how he had moved from behind his car door, to her side. The only thing that he knew was that he now was kneeling beside her, coaxing her to stay with him.
The bullet had cut through her left shoulder, and that was where his hands were, applying pressure to the wound. He didn't hear Brass radio in for the ambulance, nor the sirens when it arrived. It wasn't that he couldn't physically hear the noises, he had mentally tuned everything out. Everything that was, except for Sara.
As the paramedics loaded her into the back of the ambulance, he jumped in before they could tell him no. No one wasted time trying to tell him that he should meet them there, not that he would have heard any of their words anyway. He was too focused. He didn't leave her side until the doctor told him that he couldn't follow them into surgery.
"Gil?" He pulled his head from his hands, and glanced up. The bright lights reflecting off the glossy eggshell walls stung his eyes. Catherine Willows stood there, holding out a set of keys just far enough for him to reach. He had forgotten that he not only his Denali at the scene, but also the keys right there with it. Catherine brushed her blond bangs out of her eyes as she sat in the chair across from him.
"She's in surgery." He leaned back and let a deep sigh escape from his body. "Doctor said they should be able to repair almost all of the damage."
Catherine nodded her head, "How're you doing?"
"I'm fine." Another deep sigh. "I shouldn't have authorized her overtime."
Catherine leaned forward, "Gil, this isn't your fault."
"Yes it is," He avoided her eyes. "If I hadn't authorized her overtime, she wouldn't have been out in the field. This wouldn't have happened."
"If you hadn't authorized her overtime, she would have gone out anyway," She brushed her bangs out of her eyes once more. She moved her head to catch his eyes. "Don't do that to yourself."
"She's my responsibility," Gil looked at the cheap paintings that hung on the wall. "I'm responsible for what happens to he--"
"Mr. Grissom?" He was interrupted once again, this time by the same doctor who had told him that she'd be in good hands. The surgeon had come straight from the operating room, a fact which made Gil stand while to hear what the news was on Sara.
"We repaired most of the damage to her shoulder, the bullet chipped a tiny piece of her shoulder blade, so we had to file it smooth so that it didn't cut into her every time she moved, but other than that your wife's gonna be fine."
"Can I see her?" Gil watched as the doctor nodded, and held the door open for him to walk through. The two left Catherine sitting, her mouth half opened at how the doctor had referred to Sara, and even more so at the fact that Gil hadn't corrected him. She had been meaning to get to work a little early today, but now that could wait.