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Chapter 11

Grissom didn't care if he was speeding or if Warrick looked like he was too scared of him to say anything. He just held on to the door. When they got to the house, Grissom barely stopped before he got out and then practically ran over to the ambulance where Brass was standing, along with a small group of paramedics.

He saw her lying on the stretcher and just stopped. Brass noticed and he came over. "Gil?"

"She's alive, right?"

"Yes, barely, they're taking her to the hospital. It's a good thing we were here or else she'd probably be dead."

He turned and walked over the other ambulance.

"You're her supervisor?" the man asked.

"Yes."

"She's not doing too great. She was barely conscious when we found her. You can come along with us to the hospital if you'd like, I understand she doesn't have any family in the area."

Grissom nodded and climbed into the back of the ambulance with them, leaving Brass and Warrick behind.

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Warrick spoke to Brass first, "What the hell is going on?"

"We found Sara. I guess we were lucky or maybe it was just a coincidence."

"Probably a bit of both," Warrick replied and Brass nodded.

"I'm worried about Gil, too; I've never seen him like this and believe me, I've seen him upset before, but never like this."

"Well, this is Sara we're talking about, of course he's worried. Aren't we all?"

"I'm glad Gil wasn't there to find her. I, myself, cringed at the sight of her lying in there. It's a good thing she was still conscious when we were there and she had strength left to bang on the wall, or else she would have died in there."

"I know." Warrick shook his head. "Could you imagine? I don't even want to think about it. Since the team split, I barely see Sara anymore."

"Yeah, Ecklie just hates Gil, so he figured he'd ruin all our lives. Speaking of Ecklie, I guess we should go tell him the news."

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They arrived back at the lab and found their way down to Ecklie's office. Both stopped outside the door, peering in to see Ecklie, sitting at his desk reading some papers. It was strange. His desk was very neat and everything had a certain place. There was only a small stack of papers and then the paper that he was looking at. The small name plate looked as if it had been polished not too long ago. Ecklie seemed to be quite calm and unaffected by any cases that were going on and the fact that one of his CSI's was missing. Perhaps it was that he was too stupid to do his job and when it came to forensic work, he was a complete moron. He'd only gotten this far in the job because, somehow, he knew the right things to say or do for the right people. He didn't care about those beneath him, except that they do their job and don't make him look like a fool. Other than that, Grissom and his team were worthless.

"Conrad, do you think Warrick and I could have a quick chat with you?" Brass said, still staying outside the door.

Ecklie simply placed the paper he was looking at back on top of the pile of other papers and looked up, nodding.

Brass and Warrick walked in and sat down in the two chairs in front of Ecklie's desk.

"Do you know what this is about?" Brass asked.

"Miss Sidle?"

Brass gave Warrick a look that said, "So he's not a complete moron after all."

"Yes," Warrick replied.

"If this is about that interview with Barry Steingard, I was already told about that and Warrick, you are supposed to be with Grissom working that crime scene."

Then Brass gave Warrick another look that said, "Nope, I was wrong. What an idiot!"

"Uhh… actually." Warrick started and then Brass cut him off.

"Sara Sidle was found in the home of Toby Rogers. Right now, she's being taken to the hospital."

Ecklie looked surprised and like he was actually human. He finally showed that he did posses some emotions. "Where's Grissom?"

"He went in the ambulance with her," Warrick said and then stood up. "I'm going to go. I need to check out some stuff."

Ecklie nodded and Warrick stood up. He walked out of the small office and into the hall. He needed to get out of there, not only because Ecklie drove him nuts and made him uncomfortable, but he thought he should go tell the others. Greg's shift was still on, but Catherine's, Nick's, and his own shift ended a few hours ago. He knew they were all as worried about Sara as he was.

He got to the break room and got out his cell phone. Cath was the first person he thought to call. He had to get back to work on the new crime scene, so he figured Cath was better friends with Grissom than Nick. If she wasn't busy, she could go down to the hospital and see if Grissom was okay.

"Willows," she answered her phone. In the background he heard Lindsey telling her that the chocolate chip muffins were ready to get out of the oven. "Hold on a second," she said into the phone and came back a few minutes later. "Sorry."

"It's fine. Cath, I need you to do me a favor."

"Yeah, sure, what's up? Did they find Sara?" Catherine asked.

"Yes, just a little while ago."

"Is she alright? Does Grissom know?"

"That's what my favor is about. He's over at the hospital with her now. I have a case to work, so could you go over there and make sure he's alright?"

"Yeah, yeah; of course. Hey, are you alright?"

"Yeah," Warrick replied, "I will be. How about you?"

"I think so."

"Alright, well, I guess I'll see you later."

"Bye."

He clicked his cell phone off and put it down on the table.

"So, is she going to be okay?" someone behind him said and nearly gave him a heart attack. It was Greg.

"I don't know, man. I hope so."

"This day has been so tiring," Greg sighed.

"Why don't you go home and get some rest?"

Greg rolled his eyes, "Ecklie said I'm helping you out with Barry Steingard thing."

"Well I guess we should get going then; let's figure this one out… for Sara."

Greg nodded and followed Warrick out the door.

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"Hey Lindsey, why don't you get some plastic wrap and a plate for some of those chocolate chip muffins to bring with us?" Catherine said.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to the hospital; Sara and Grissom are there."

"Mom, what's going on?" Lindsey asked.

"I'll explain it to you in the car."

Catherine pulled on a light sweater and light blue jeans. Lindsey wrapped up some muffins and grabbed her book bag. If they were going to be there a while, which she had anticipated, she was going to need something to do. If she didn't feel like doing her homework, at least she could pull out some paper and doodle or something. A few minutes later, Catherine and Lindsey hurried out of the house and into Catherine's Tahoe.

"So, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Lindsey finally asked only a minute into the ride.

"Sara was taken, but Brass and Warrick found her. I'm guessing Grissom left the scene in the ambulance with her to the hospital, so he's probably by himself, sitting in the waiting room." Catherine explained.

Lindsey wasn't sure what to say; she knew her mom was upset right now. "I hope she's alright."

"Yeah, me too."

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Grissom exited the back of the ambulance and was told to go sit in the waiting room. He was told they would come and talk to him after they made sure Sara was going to be alright. So now he was simply sitting in one of the old and rather uncomfortable chairs in the small room of the hospital. Not surprisingly, he wasn't the only one. This hospital was usually pretty busy, being in Las Vegas. Nearly every night there was always a rather large number of incidents, whether it be injuries from fights, or drunk-driving accidents. So he tried to relax and calm down. He closed his eyes and right now he wished his hearing problem would just turn up again so he didn't have to hear all the people talking and the doctors with the other patients' families.

He wished he could get the sight of Sara out of his mind. She looked so weak and helpless lying there on the stretcher. It made him wonder if he could have prevented all of this somehow. What if he had gone out to her car with her, or gone out to her car instead of her. Would this still have happened? Would she still be lying in there, fighting for her life? He wondered if someone was punishing him for hurting her. He saw memories of her. She was standing at the door, "Hey, Gil?"

Wait, she never called him Gil… He snapped out of it and looked up. Catherine was standing beside him and Lindsey was next to her.

"Hey," she said and took the now-empty seat next to him.

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A/N Well, that's the end of this chapter. D Thanks for reading and reviewing. All reviews are much appreciated! )

Also, I don't know if this story has been hard to read for you or not with the changing scenes and all. I put (---'s) to separate the scenes, but I don't know if they showed up or not. I know in one story they didn't and it might have made it slightly confusing. Hehe.

Well, next chapter should be up soon. It's probably going to reveal who Sara's kidnapper was and the whole deal and reasoning behind it and how Barry Steingard and his stepson were involved. I'm thinking that the chapter after that will deal with Sara at the hospital and Grissom.  Just to give you a little preview D