Trapped Inside

PG-13 for romance/language/violence

Genre:: Drama/Angst/Romance

Italics thoughts

Bold Italics Dreams

"Regular text" Dialogue

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Disclaimer:: I've been grounded from the computer for a week. It really really sucks but I've defied my parents just so I could post for ya'll. So if ya don't R&R, I'll be very very upset. THANKS!!

Grissom left O'Reily to deal with "Kyle" as he carried Sara to the emergency room at the hospital. He ran as the doors opened for him at the front entrance.

"She's been shot! She needs to see a doctor immediately! She's...." Grissom sputtered, running to the nearest nurse.

"I'll get a stretcher." She said, running to a door. Five other nurses and two doctors came out to help Sara. As Grissom walked with the stretcher, a nurse stopped him.

"Sir, you need to stay here. We'll bring a doctor out when he's finished. Right now, you just need to stay here." She said as she ran to keep up with the stretcher.

Grissom sank onto the nearest chair and buried his head in his hands.

How could this be happening? Why would this happen? I love Sara. How could I have let this happen? I wonder how the interview with Kevin is going with O'Reily.....

And with that thought, Grissom fell into a deep sleep, not waking up until the doctor came out.

"Did you kidnap Catherine Willows?" O'Reily asked, standing before the long figure of Kevin.

"No." Kevin said, without emotion whatsoever.

"We'll need a DNA sample and your clothes." O'Reily said, throwing him an extra pair of clothes.

"Fine. But I'm telling you it wasn't me." Kevin said, getting up and taking off his pants.

"Well, you're our main suspect right now." O'Reily said, shifting uncomfortably.

"It wasn't me!" Kevin yelled, throwing him his pants and shirt.

"Then who was it?" O'Reily asked, bagging the clothes and taking out a swab.

"I don't know! It just wasn't me!" Kevin said, sitting down in a huff.

"That's all." O'Reily said, walking towards the door, and motioning for an officer to com in a take him away. Kevin walked out the door with the officer as O'Reily took the evidence down to Greg.

Nick waited as the doctors worked on Warrick, getting the bullet out and everything. He buried his face in his hands as he thought about everything.

I could have prevented this. Warrick wouldn't have been in this position if I hadn't....

"Nicholas Stokes?" the doctor asked, coming out of the emergency room.

"That's me. Is he okay?" Nick said, getting up and walking towards the doctor.

"Please, sit down. I knew that would be your first question." The doctor said, his face falling slightly. They both sat down, Nick facing the doctor, confusion spreading across his face.

"Mr. Stokes, your friend, is doing fine. He's unconscious or in a coma. He responds at some times and others he doesn't. So in the next 24 hours, we'll be watching him very closely. He's lucky to have a friend like you. If you hadn't gotten him here in time, he would have died." The doctor said, getting up slightly. "Would you like to see him?" he asked, turning back to Nick.

"Sure. I mean, yes." Nick said, getting up and following the doctor.

"Here you go. A nurse will come in in about 7 minutes to check on him." The doctor said, leaving Nick in front of the door.

Sighing deeply, and wiping his eyes, he opened the door slowly.

"Mr. Grissom?" someone said in Grissom's ear. Grissom woke up with a start. Turning his head slightly, he saw a doctor, disheveled and tired.

"Yes, that's me." Grissom said, his voice cracking slightly. "Is she okay?" he asked before the doctor could say anything.

"Yes, she's fine. We removed the bullet and she's now asleep in a room. She'll be groggy for the next few days. Would you like to see her?" the doctor asked, getting up.

"Yes. Thank you." Grissom said, following the doctor to the room.

"Here she is." The doctor said, stopping in front of a door.

"Thank you." Grissom said again. Turning to the door, he opened the door and walked inside.

Warrick looked, if anything, better than Nick. Cleaned up and in hospital clothes, Nick was tired, disheveled and depressed. Nick walked up to the bed, looking at Warrick's clean face and closed eyes. Nick sighed and sat down next to him.

"I knew this wasn't going to be easy but I didn't expect it to be this hard." Nick said, his eyes watering slightly.

"Man, if we weren't there this wouldn't have happened." Nick said, letting the tears fall as he started getting mad at himself.

"It would be totally different if I was in your position. If only......." Nick whispered, his voice failing him. There was a knock on the door as a nurse came in.

"Excuse me. I have to take Mr. Brown's vitals." The nurse said, blushing as Nick's face turned towards her's.

"Of course. See you later, Warrick." Nick said, getting up and feeling as if he had failed his friend.

Grissom walked into the room, seeing Sara's smooth face and gentle hands placed over her stomach. He walked over to her, his eyes blurred slightly from tears.

"Sara. If only it was me who had gone up first then, things would be different." Grissom said, taking her hand.

"You wouldn't have gotten shot and I would be the one on the bed instead of you." Grissom said, letting the tears fall from his eyes.

"It would have been different." Grissom whispered, bowing his head, sadness overcoming his common sense.

"Everything would have been different." Grissom said before falling asleep, everything turning blank.

TBC

Okay, like I said before, I'm grounded but I'm defying my parents just to post for ya'll. Anyway, R&R and I'll be happy. And I'm in a total lost as to where to go with this story, so if you have any ideas, please tell me! THANKS everyone! I love ya'll!