AN: This one's a little bit diffrent, But I hope you like it anyway. Here you go!
A shop keeper heard the shrieks of a little boy. He looked out through his window. On the side walk, laying in the glare of the sun was a small child and a young woman the shop keeper assumed was his mother. He rushed out side. The woman was in a bad state. Cuts covered her body and her feet were bare and bloody. The man looked down the sidewalk and saw a trail of bloody foot prints. He wondered how no one noticed her. After cursing under his breath he took out his cell phone and called for an ambulance. After that, he checked for a pulse and was relieved when he found one. He had the impression that this was a strong woman.
The little boy was still shouting and clinging on to her arm. He was covered in cuts and scrapes too. The shop keeper picked the boy up. Though the boy was kicking and struggling, the man was strong and kept a good hold on the boy. The man hung around until the ambulance got there, wishing he could do more then stop the little boy from running off. The paramedics took both the little boy and the woman in the ambulance. The boy was still shouting. Perhaps his brain wasn't connected properly to his ears, but only then, when the ambulance was rushing off to the hospital and the man was standing watching it leave, did he realize what the little boy was shouting.
"9-1-1 9-1-1 "
The man shuddered. This would be a day that would haunt his nightmares.
"She's lost a lot of blood," said one of the paramedics. There was a lot of other talk. Stuff Tony didn't understand. He was still struggling against on of the other paramedics. Sara was the only one who protected him. Even though he was panicked, even though he was little, he could still see the blood. It soaked her clothes that they were quickly peeling off. They were checking every inch of her. The siren was on and the sound hurt Tony's ears.
When they arrived at the hospital they put Sara on a separate stretcher then Tony. Tony went out of his mind.
"Sara, Sara, Sara," he started shrieking. He tried desperately to get to her. He swiped at the nurse who brought him to his own room. Tony continued to shout as they poked him with a needle that he hardly felt. He continued to shout until the sedative took hold of him and he fell back onto the bed, not able to do anything else.
Greg was sleeping when his phone started to ring. He had just fallen asleep actually. After cursing whatever person interrupted his sleep, Greg rolled over and answered the phone.
"Is this the home of Greg Sanders," said the voice at the other end of the line. Greg rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up.
"Yes," he answered.
"Mr. Sanders, this is Dr. Cole at Desert Palms Hospital. A Miss Sara Sidle is currently in our ER and you are listed as her emergency contact."
Greg was immediately awake. His breath caught in his throat.
'It was Dirchy' he thought. he was sure of it. he almost didn't want to ask how badly she was hurt.
The doctor at the other end of the line seemed to interpret his silence. "She is unconscious but stable. From what we can tell, she was shot once in the arm, suffered from multiple cuts to the arms and legs, severe trauma to the feet and passed out from blood loss. There was also a little boy taken to the hospital; with her."
"Tony," Greg interrupted.
"Excuse me"
"The boy. The little boy's name is Tony. Did he... did he, like freak out."
"The boy was sedated. he was screaming and shouting for Miss Sidle."
Greg spared a moment of sympathy for the little boy.
"Okay, can I come over right now. To see them."
"Yes"
On the way to the hospital, Greg called rissom. His supervisor didn't pick up, so Greg left a message. He trusted that Grissom would get it. Greg got to the hospital as fast as he could without breaking any sped limits. It would be really horrible if he got pulled over for speeding.
"We don't have any record of Miss Sidle having a child," the nurse told Greg. Greg glared at her.
"Tony is her foster kid. His real name is Benjamin Dirchy. I can give you the name of the foster agency if you want," He said. He was red in the face and half shouting.
"I'm sorry but we cannot move them to the same room without proof of relation. Miss Sidle will need stitches and possibly minor surgery. The boy is simply in recovery."
"Look," Greg said trying desperately to hold on to his anger and frustration. "When that little boy wakes up and finds out the only person who ever protected him isn't there, he will start screaming and shouting. He isn't going to be alright again until you put them together."
The nurse sighed. "I'll see what I can do."
That was good enough for Greg. He got directions to Sara's room and followed them down the hospital hallways.
Sara was lying on the bed. She was still unconscious. Greg sat down next to Sara's bed. Greg saw all the cuts that covered her face and arms and tears came to his eyes. he knew Dirchy hadn't done it. 'She probably crawled through a window or something' he thought.
The doctors took Sara out of the room. They had to check her out again, stitch up a few things and try to take out all the bullet fragments still in her arm.
Tony was brought into the room shortly after that. He was covered in scrapes and cuts also. Dry blood caked his skin and hair. He obviously hadn't been quite long enough for the doctors to clean him up. His eyes were red and puffy, and his cheeks were tear stained. When he spotted Greg he ran over to him. Greg hugged the little boy.
"Greg," Tony said. "Where's Sara?" There was fear in his eyes. Greg looked at the little boy.
"She's in another room right now. They are going to make sure she's okay and then they're going to bring her back here."
"She's going to be okay," he asked. Underneath his sadness, Greg was amazed the little boy was talking so much.
"She's going to be fine. Sara's very strong."
Tony nodded sincerely."I know."