Disclaimer: Still don't own CSI. Heck, I don't even own Charlie Brown or his teacher. (Just keep reading if you're confused)
A/N: Just want to say thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'd also like to make a little note pertaining to some of those reviews. Several people have pointed out that an actual crime scene would probably have cops roaming around, and I had left them out. I realized this when I wrote the story, but the rest of the story relies on them being at the scene alone, so I had to ignore protocol, and skew logic a little, just to bring you, the readers, a nice and dramatic tale. If they were at a good, safe crime scene, nothing would happen and the story would be over before it started. :)
Chapter 5: Waiting
Reality came back to Sara slowly. She gradually realized where she was, and remembered what had happened. She became suddenly aware that someone was talking to her, though they sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher, just a jumble of slurred, incognative noises. Then it began to make sense, words appeared and formed themselves into sentences.
Family? Whose? Oh. Greg's. "I don't know…" she said quietly. She wasn't even sure where they were. Greg had never talked about his family. The closest thing he seemed to have was…the lab! She should call them, let them know what happened!
She reached for her cell phone. Ha! A signal! She dialed Grissom's number. "Hey. Yeah, I'm fine, how—" Get to the point! a voice in her mind told her. "Never mind that! This is important! I'm at the hospital. Yes, I'm OK. It's Greg…" she sighed. "Just come down here, I'll explain everything when you get here."
She hung up the phone and quietly looked around. There were empty chairs all around the room, but she felt reluctant to leave her seat on the curtain on the floor.
Soon, Grissom arrived with Catherine. The others would come when they could get away from their cases. They wanted to know what had happened, and Sara told them as best she could. Of course, when the others arrived, they wanted the story too. So, Sara had to tell it again, but this time Grissom and Catherine helped out when the particular chain of events slipped her mind.
Then, they sat in the waiting room, doing what everyone did there: waited.
A/N: OK, so it's more of an interlude than a chapter, but the story would lose it's integrity if I dragged it long enough to make a proper chapter.