Sighs, what are the odds of this happening? The CSI finale is on the 19th, something I've been looking forward to a while now. Even though I hate to see the season end, it means that the DVD will be out soon.
Anyways, not only is the finale air on the 19th, it is also the opening day for Revenge of the Sith, and for a Star Wars fan like me, I've been waiting quite a long while for this movie. And it doesn't help seeing the ultimate preview at the theaters last night while waiting for Hitchhikers Guide to start.
So I figured I'd wait to the weekend to see it, then come to find out that I can't and I won't be able to see it for about a week unless I go on the 19th. So I decided to wait, after all, who knows when they are showing the CSI finale rerun again, or if they even will.
Now that I have everything planned out, I find out yesterday that the Annual Band Awards Banquet, is none other than…yeah, you guessed it, the 19th. I honestly can't believe it. I must be cursed or something. The Awards Banquet is the one time out of the entire year that I will be able to see all my friends again, now that I'm out of high school and all, and it's a pretty big event, so I can't exactly miss it. Yeah I know I can tape it, and then if the event ends early, I have to force myself not to watch the last ten minutes of it, because it would ruin everything, and would have to wait until the weekend to watch it. And since I've never preprogrammed a VCR to start timing at a certain time, who knows what will happen?
Chapter Three: Rescue
I remember the hands. I'm not sure why; perhaps it was because they were so cold. It felt wonderful against my heated flesh, and part of me wished that they would never leave. Then the pain that filled my body as I was turned over to my back caused me to cry out, as I tried to push them away.
"It's okay," I heard the voice say, a single hand holding both of mine down until I gave up the struggles. Then the hand returned, several fingers pressing against my neck, resting there.
"Vitals are weak," the voice said again, and the hand left my neck and came to rest on my forehead, brushing back my short hair.
"Greg, can you hear me?"
I opened my eyes a crack, watching him above me, squinting as he shone a light in my eyes. I didn't answer him, I wasn't quite too sure what was going on yet. His attention turned down towards my stomach, where my hand was sill pressed against the stab wound. I protested slightly as he pulled it away, examining it.
"This isn't good Brass, where the hell are those paramedics?"
A second voice came from the other side of the room, but I couldn't hear him. "They should be here in a few minutes."
Above me, Grissom sighed, pulling off his jacket. "We may not have a few minutes," he warned. I closed my eyes, my breathing hitching as I coughed. I could still hear Grissom moving above me, but what I didn't expect was the intense pressure over the wound.
I let out a sharp cry, arching slightly as Grissom placed a hand on my shoulder, holding me down. He reassured me several times that everything was going to be okay, but I had a hard time believing that.
With my eyes still closed I moaned quietly. "It hurts…"
"I know," Grissom agreed with me, his hand was resting on my forehead again. "I know it does, but you've got to stick with me, okay?"
Apparently he wasn't happy with my lack of response, because he started to shake me gently when I didn't answer. I groaned against the motion, opening my eyes just enough so that I could see him clearly.
"Talk to me Greg, tell me what happened," he was leaning over me, studying me. I blinked a few times, as if trying to understand the question.
"I couldn't do anything," I whispered, closing my eyes again. The lights were hurting them, enhancing my headache.
"Who did this Greg," Grissom asked, his voice louder than I would have liked. I winced against the sound, shaking my head as I answered.
Then he was shaking me again, slapping the side of my face lightly, and talking to me. I blinked a few times as I struggled to focus on my surroundings. I couldn't make out what he was saying at first.
"Greg? Come on Greg, open your eyes, look at me."
I did as he asked, my mouth hanging open as I tried to catch my breath. I couldn't understand why he was so worried, but the look soon passed as he smiled down at me.
"Don't close your eyes, you need to stay with me."
"Tired…"
I muttered lightly, my eyes still open. I was beyond tired now, and all I wanted to do was to sleep.
"I know you are, but you can't sleep yet. You need tell me what happened, can you do that?"
"Later…"
I started to close my eyes again, but he slapped the side of my face lightly, provoking me to keep them open.
"Tell me about something else then," he ordered.
I only stared up at him, blinking. Why couldn't he just let me sleep? I could tell him everything later, it wasn't like he needed to know right now did he? I let out a sigh, closing my eyes.
"You know, I think I saw Nick getting into your coffee back at the lab," he said then, prompting me to open my eyes.
"He better not," I muttered, barely aware of how weak my voice was. It was then sirens filled the air, and Grissom above me looked out towards the front. His hand was still resting on my forehead.
"Okay Greg, the paramedics are here, they're going to get you to the hospital, just remember I'm not too far away if you need anything. You're going to be just fine," he finished saying quickly as he backed away. I closed my eyes in response as the medics moved in, prodding and poking as they began to work. I can honestly say I don't remember what happened during that time.
There were sounds around me, it was what woke me up. I hadn't realized then how deep of a sleep I had been in. I kept my eyes closed at first, letting the smell and the sounds fall in place around me, trying to decipher where I was, and what was going on. I was sore, the pain centered around my lower stomach.
I risked opening my eyes slowly, blinking in the pale light. I was surprised to find that I wasn't alone, seeing that Catherine, Nick, Warrick and Grissom were sitting off to the side talking quietly. None of them had seen that I was awake yet, and I made no move to alert them to my presence. At the moment, I just needed to think, needed to remember. Then everything sunk in, a bitter knowledge. I was in the hospital now, and obviously I wasn't in any immediate danger. But along with that thought came the simple reminder that Sara was dead.
It was then that Catherine's eyes locked with mine, and her lips turned up in a smile. "Well," she said quietly, "It's about time you decided to join the living."
I tilted my head up further against the pillow, staring straight ahead as the others turned towards me, bombarding me with questions. I doubt I heard any of them, and after a few minutes they all quieted down, obliviously understanding that I wasn't going to answer any of them.
It was then I realized they had grown quiet not because of that reason, but instead because the nurse had entered the room, shooing everyone out. The door hadn't latched shut, and I was still able to hear them quite easily as the nurse checked me over.
"What's wrong with him?" I could distinguish Nick's voice easily enough apart from the others. "They said if he made it through the night he'd be okay."
"Greg's been through a lot," I heard Grissom respond, "He's probably still in a bit of a shock, that with all the medication they have him on it may take a few days until he's back to himself."
"Why wasn't there an officer on the scene?" Warrick demanded. I felt sorry for him, I didn't know all the details of his past, but I knew that he was particular to this short of thing.
"Brass is already on it, we can't stay much longer here, we need to find who's responsible for all of this. Greg wasn't able to tell me very much."
"I'll stay," Catherine offered, "I'll call if anything comes up. I'm just worried about Greg right now, I only hope that he's going to be okay."
"He will," Grissom reassured everyone. "In a few days, Greg will be back to normal."
The conversation was cut off as the nurse shut the door all the way, dimming the lights as she left. I could just hear her say that I needed my rest before the door latched. Letting out a sigh, I brought the sheet up under my chin, closing my eyes. I hated hospitals, they made me feel so overwhelmed, so alone. All I could think of then was the last thing Grissom had said. In a few days, Greg will be back to normal.
What exactly was normal anyway? I bit my lip, struggling against my emotions as they threatened to break, a single tear running down my cheek. Would I ever be normal again? Or was that just once upon a time now?
TBC
Early R2R, since I've been really horrible at them. First off, a major thanks to all the wonderful comments. I know I say this all the time, but they are really what motivates me to get the next chapter up quicker.
Lizzy Sidle-
Grissom got there, and in good time. He doesn't exactly have a boat handy so a river of tears would have been a bad thing. I really am not evil…close, but not quite.
Tripp3235-
I'm glad you are intrigued. This is my first story written in first person, so it is really different for me to do. It takes a little longer to write chapters this way then it does with third person view.
Sillie-
No, that would be kind of a freaky call to get. Especially if you didn't have caller ID.
Asaylia-
The officer is an idiot, and a jerk. But he fits the part, I don't want to say too much because I may bring him in a bit later in the story.
Jenny70529
Do I like leaving you in tense situations? Hmm…I like keeping my readers on the edge of their seat. This is your favorite story so far? You sure about that:D
I'm not a fan of first person either, it limits your writing so much, whereas third person view gives you the opportunity to see through everyone's eyes, and really understand how they are feeling. First person is harder to write, in my opinion.
And yes, being inside Greg's head is a rather nice place, lol. And thanks for the comment!
Unlikely-to-bear-it-
Uh…I don't think it's against the law…-checks through own law books- uh…:D
And Greg's not dead, so I'm okay for now. And yeah, Greg's not in the best of shape.
Emily-
Doodling dead Greg's on your notebook? That's kind of creepy. And I'm not evil, no, but I'm getting there.
LuvinNickyStokes-
I have escalated! Cool…wait, is that a good thing or a bad thing? The first chapter I had a lot of time to think about, about ten hours, I came up with it during work. One of the few things I enjoy about my job, it doesn't take a lot of concentration, so your mind can easily wander from time to time. And there is some Sara in this one, as I'm certain you can tell by now.
wdbydoglvr-
They never said why he chilled out in the fourth season. Some people said the lab explosion, others said it was because he wanted to move out in the field, so he became more serious in order to prove to Grissom that he could handle the job. I myself think that it's a bit of both, because now in the later episodes in the fifth season, he's seems to be a little more like his old self. But that's only my opinion.
CatStokes-
Why would I leave a story hanging like that? Hmm….because I can? Lol, honestly, I look for places to end the chapters that keeps the readers wanting to come back to find out what happens.
Mellaithwen-
I have way to many ideas…and so little time to write. Oh well, I'll get it done eventually, right?
