Chapter 20

"Start from the very beginning and don't skip a beat." Culpepper demanded. He paced the floor of the interrogation room, hoping that under the pressure Grissom would confess to his own sins.

"I told you I don't remember everything, only bits and pieces." Grissom felt his head throb as he forced himself to recall the events which had transpired less then one hour ago.

"Try harder." Culpepper yelled as his pacing came to a halt. His eyes locked on Grissom's as he waited for a response.

"I remember…" A white flash formed behind Grissom's eyes, which were now closed as he struggled to relive the events. "…Cleaning the bathroom and knocking over the trash basket. Then after that, all I remember is walking away from the house and not remembering how I got there. I decided to go back and try to gather my thoughts as to what may have occurred…That's when I saw him trying to…" Grissom choked back his emotion as hard as he could, his voice jammed in his throat as the memories flashed in his mind with vivid clarity.

"Your father tried to kill Sara, you came in just in time. He was the 'Executioner', he raped and murdered more then twenty women. Sara may have been another victim on his list, we believe that he stalked her for at least a week before carrying out his plan." Culpepper watched Grissom's eyes as his pain became apparent within his orbs.

"I never thought, I mean I never could fathom my father doing this. I just assumed he was dead or on the brink of death with the all the alcohol and misfortunes he committed in his youth. Arrest me Culpepper, put me where I belong. Everything is my fault." Grissom stared at Culpepper as he held out his hands in submission.

"As much as I would like to arrest you, I can't. You're going to be locked away for what you did to Sara at a mental health hospital in Las Vegas. However, I cannot arrest you for what your father did. He's dead Grissom. Sara killed him before he could attack CSI Stokes. Do you recall any of this?" Culpepper motioned for a woman in a white lab coat to enter the interrogation room. Grissom remained in shock, his head began to spin as he forced himself to remember. An image of Sara holding a gun at Grissom made him snap.

"I deserve to die just like him! Why didn't she just kill me and get it over with? I can't live, don't you see? I'm going to end up just like him, a monster." Grissom didn't try to halt the tears which flowed down his face, he couldn't think about that right now. He just wanted to get what he deserved, a quick bullet to the heart.

"Yeah you do deserve to die after beating up Sara so much she lost her baby you bastard!" Nick bolted into the room and pushed the guards out of the way. Grissom felt the bile form in his throat as a result of the news.

"What?" Grissom gasped.

"Yeah you heard me, don't play stupid. You fucking bastard! She lost the baby because of you!" Nick was cut off by the calm looking woman in a lab coat.

"Please, can you try to control yourself, Dr. Grissom is unaware of his actions. Some memories he cannot recall, he might not even have known about Ms. Sidle's pregnancy." Nick could only guess that the woman was a shrink, the only person in the world who could defend a man as crazy as his ex-boss.

"She was pregnant? I killed the baby?" Grissom slowly rose from his seat and looked down at the glass table in front of him. Without warning he shattered the table with one fist and grabbed the sharpest piece of glass he could find. Culpepper and two officers ran over to Grissom and tried to restrain him before he ended up hurting himself or others. Grissom knew better then to wait, he stabbed the side of his throat with one hard jolt and immediately dropped to the ground.

"God damn it, someone call the paramedics!" The psychologist yelled. Both Culpepper and Nick stood a while before making the call. Neither one of them wanted him to live, perhaps Grissom was right in trying to take his own life. Justice may actually be served with his demise.

The entire team thought it was best that Sara didn't find out about her miscarriage, she was already under enough stress. The beep from her heart monitor woke Sara up in a jolt as she realized where she was. As her eyes strained to focus, she found herself surrounded by a small crowd of familiar faces. Everyone from Dr. Robbins to Catherine was in the room, trying to keep a supporting smile on each of their faces.

"Where am I?" Sara sluggishly asked.

"You're at Wescraven hospital in Miami. They thought it was best to be in a familiar environment to help with your recovery, so we all decided to fly down here." Brass explained.

"My recovery? What is wrong? Where's Grissom?" Just then she remembered everything from her pregnancy to killing Grissom's father. "Is the baby alright?" Sara began to feel a jolt of panic as she saw the expressions change on all her friend's faces.

"Honey, the Doctor will tell you about your baby after we make sure that you're alright." Catherine exclaimed, trying to hide her sadness.

"But I feel fine." Sara lied. Physically she felt fine but she knew that mentally she was not up to par.

"That's what the Doctors are going to determine, but for now just rest alright? We'll be out in the lobby if you need anything." Catherine gave Sara a reassuring smile before motioning the team out into the hallway.

"You sure we're doing the right thing not telling her Catherine?" Warrick asked as he looked back into Sara's room.

"If we tell her now she'll be a wreck. We need the psychologists to do their examination and for the doctors to finish running their tests. We know that the baby miscarried so far due to a forceful blow to her abdominal area. But with the amount of stress she was under with Grissom, who knows." Catherine clenched her fist at Grissom's actions.

"That bastard, he's going to get away with it Cath! They're not pressing charges!" Nick yelled as he entered the hallway.

"Don't tell me you went to the station." Catherine sighed.

"Nicky as much as I would love to strangle him, confronting Grissom about his actions is useless. The guy is 'off the reservation' right now." Greg commented, wishing he could in fact give Grissom what he deserves.

"Yeah well don't tell Sara, he tried to kill himself. He might succeed, he's in ICU right now. He's lost a lot of blood and apparently he has a rare blood type, so the Doctors don't think they can find enough blood to save him." Nick said.

"What blood type is he Nick?" Dr. Robbins inquired.

"He's AB negative." Nick sighed. "Personally I think he deserves to die for what he did to her don't you think?"

"Nick, how can you even think such a thing? Remember all the times Grissom got you out of a jam? Or all the times he helped you in court when you forgot about the case? You can hate him, but don't wish he was dead. We at least owe that much to him." Catherine retorted.

"What blood type did you say he was again?" Dr. Robbins asked once more.

"AB negative why?" Nick looked at Robbins skeptically trying to figure out his sudden interest.

"Because the blood he needs is in the one person who would never give it to him." Robbins pointed over to Sara's room where two doctors entered holding several charts in their hands.

"You've got to be kidding me. They both so happen to have an extremely rare blood type? How do you know all of this Doc?" Nick asked as he saw everyone look sadly over to Sara's room.

"Just because I'm a coroner doesn't mean I haven't looked at the medical history of all the employees. I have a medical background you know." Robbins replied.

"You think she'll donate if we don't say who it's for?" Warrick asked as he began to pace the hall. Grissom was there for Warrick the most, if his former boss needed his help he wanted to aid in his time of need. He wanted to look past his indiscretions just like Grissom had done for him, it would just take some time.

"If we ask we have to be careful, she cannot know the truth about Grissom. It will just make things worse. I'll tell one of her doctor's." Catherine explained before running over to Sara's room and motioning for one of the physicians to come out in the hall. It was going to be a long night and the team could only hope that Sara would be able to help the one man who she wanted to forget.

"Alright you did your tests, can you please tell me about my baby?" Sara asked as she watched one of the doctors write down a fast note before looking her in the eye.

"I don't think you are ready yet." The doctor said aloud, making Sara panic further.

"Listen, it's my baby and I want to know what is happening!" Sara rested her hand on her stomach trying to feel the life force which used to be growing inside of her.

"Ms. Sidle I really don't know how to put this lightly." The doctor sat down on a chair so that he was eye level with Sara. Her heart began to frantically beat out of control as she waited to hear the news that everyone had been to afraid to tell her. "You lost your baby during some sort of struggle we're guessing. Do you remember being thrown or landing hard on your stomach at any point?" Sara began to feel the room close in on her as she felt her hands shake uncontrollably in shock. It was as if her heart broke once more. Not only did she lose Grissom but she lost her baby. The one thing she thought she could never have.

"I lost my baby?" Sara's breathing became erratic as she felt herself get out of control.

"Nurse get in here we have a panic attack!" The doctor shouted as he placed an oxygen mask over Sara's face. It appeared to have no effect on calming her down.

"Nurse!" The doctor shouted once more.

Grissom started to convulse as his heart rate continued to drop. The doctor's scrambled to hold him down as his body continued to shake.

"We need that blood, he's fading fast." A doctor yelled.

"I want to help." Catherine told one of the nurses outside Grissom's ICU.

"You're AB negative?" The nurse skeptically asked.

"No but I'm O negative which is compatible with his blood is it not?" Catherine's heart missed a beat as she saw Grissom shaking from a crack in the curtain surrounding his bed.

"Yes it is. If you want to help you have to give your blood now, he's not going to make it much longer." Catherine sat down on a chair in the ICU wing and did not wait long until two nurses surrounded her with the necessary tools to collect her blood. The procedure was quick but left her feeling slightly dizzy.

"You're going to have to sit here for a while, we took a lot of blood. We're not making any guarantees about his recovery but at least he has a chance." The nurse ran over to Grissom holding two bags of blood, she handed them to the doctor before running over to another room.

"You don't deserve Sara, but you do deserve to live." Catherine whispered as she watched the blood drip into Grissom's arm.