It was then that she realised how she truly felt. She didn't know that it could happen so suddenly, how hard she could fall.
She stared at where he stood, and, just like in the movies she saw him running in slow motion towards her.
Falling, she had fallen before but this time it was different, she could see his face now, feel the touch of his skin against hers, his arms enfolding her. Holding her, she could see the pain in his eyes.
She heard him calling her, saying her name so soft like a whisper. Her heartbeat ringing through her head drowning out every sound as she prayed that she would always hear his voice.
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He saw him move towards her, he turned to watch him and caught her smiling back at him. It had been a long shift they'd been working for hours and he smiled back at her all the while inside he admired, no, not admired, he adored her energy, her passion.
He turned back to his work. Suddenly he stopped he heard her sharp intake of breath and he turned to where she stood.
She was staring at him, looking longingly at him; he momentarily scanned her face before following her hands. He noticed her pain, her hands covering up the epitome of her discomfort.
Slowly as if he had been transported in to one of those high-action movies he ran.
Catching her as she began to fall, he slowly aided her descent.
"Sara" he cried out as he held her closely to him
He looked in to her eyes, the pain, the fear the smile she gave him as he cradled her caused his tears to fall
"Stay with me Sara" he wept as he reached with one hand for his cell phone.
He managed to compose himself before speaking "Yes this is Gil Grissom, I'm with the crime lab… I need an ambulance out here now… 20 miles west of Blue Diamond on the old pass way… yes alpine court… hurry"
He hung up the phone and held her hands tightly to her wound, he wouldn't let her, no, he would never let her leave him.
"Sara" he repeated, "You're going to be okay," he told her as he stroked her face with his other hand "You're going to be fine" he said softer as if for his own reassurance.
He noticed her closing her eyes, her breathing heavy.
"Sara look at me" he willed "Look at me sweetie come on"
She looked at him for as long as she could
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She could still hear him and feel him, he was holding her so tight, touching her face so tenderly and she was looking at him.
'He's worried' she thought to herself 'But not that worried'
She had never imagined that she would end her time in Vegas, like this. She lay there looking at him, thinking about all of the things she had and hadn't done, all the things she had said and had planned to say, and the words she had never spoken.
'Why didn't I tell him' she pleaded with herself pounding her head only to find that even she didn't have the answer.
She cared for him in a way that he, or anyone else for that matter would never and now could never know.
'How ironic' she began at herself again 'Who knew that life was so undetermined'
She bargained with herself that if she made it she would tell him; only this deal she made she thought she would never have to agree too.
Her eyes began to close, but she battled with all of her will to open them again for she couldn't bare to be parted from the image of his face looking deep in to her soul…
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Her eyes closed and no amount of willing and calling her could open them again. He held her closer to him, breathing in her scent and trying to battle his tears.
The paramedics came in at that moment, he again touched her face, gently he lay her down and as his arms guided her into position he kissed her forehead
"I love you," he whispered to her before rising and allowing the paramedics to work.
They worked and they worked, they patched up her stomach and moved her on to the trolley.
He stood there watching as they wheeled her away a paramedic placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder before following his workmate to the ambulance.
It was then that he broke down, and there he stayed.