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Authors: Jacquie and Sassy

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Spoilers: anything til now

Chapter 9

Grissom was thrown hard against the pavement a few feet away. He was automatically rendered unconscious.

Sara felt the blast before she heard it. She raced outside seeing Grissom laying on the pavement and ran to his side. She was dialing 911 on her cell. She dropped to her knees beside him crying hysterically.

"Grissom, you promised you wouldn't leave me, and now look what you've gone and done. Please Answer me. Grissom...Grissom...Please?"

An ambulance pulled up just as Grissom's eyes began to flutter open again. The first thing he was aware of was the splitting pain in his head.

"Grissom, don't try to move. Help is here, they will take care of you.

Sara...? Grissom tried to focus on the blurry face above him.

"I am here, Griss. I am not going anywhere just lay still please before, you hurt yourself more."

A paramedic pushed his way around her and said, "Excuse me, miss. We have to get him stable enough to take to the hospital."

Sara wouldn't let go of Grissom's hand

"Sara...it'll be okay," Grissom managed in a hoarse whisper as his head continued to hammer.

They loaded him into the ambulance then. They wouldn't let her come with them because she wasn't a relative. An officer that was on the scene volunteered to take her to the hospital. She readily accepted.

"Get me there fast. Can you get Brass on the phone please? We were on our way to a scene he was in charge of." She pulled her phone to her ear as she heard her call being connected.

"Willows."

"Cath, Grissom's hurt. We are on our way to Desert Palm. Please hurry. I know he would want you there. Please. I think you are his emergency contact anyway, and you need to give okays for whatever he may need. I will explain more when we get there." She hung up before giving Catherine a chance to say anything.

Grissom had a difficult time keeping his eyes open. Sara rushed into the ER and demanded to know where they took him.

"Calm down, Miss. We will let you know something very soon." It felt like hours passed before Catherine showed up with Warrick in tow.

"Sara, what happened?" Was the first thing out of Catherine's mouth.

"The Tahoe blew up. Or I think that is what happened. Happened so fast, I don't know. They are working on him. WON'T TELL ME A DAMN THING!" She was pacing by then. "I can't take this. I finally got him and now I am going to lose him, And he promised he wouldn't leave me. DAMN HIM!. If he dies...OH my god. What am I saying? HE has to make it! I can't live without him." She crumpled to the floor where she stood.

As if on cue, a doctor came out to give the report that Grissom was ready to take visitors. He had a concussion and several cuts and bruises, which was why he was being kept under observation.

Warrick helped Sara to her feet. She gained her legs again and was striding past the doctor and into the room where Grissom was. She stopped when she saw him on the bed. Unsure if she should go to him or not. A new set of tears were forming in her eyes.

Grissom extended his arms to her.

She walked into them. "Don't do that again." she scolded. "You had me scared to death" Sobs racked her body. Grissom held her against him softly. He stroked her hair.

"Do you need anything?" She pulled herself from him and straighten her clothes and hair. She wouldn't let him know that she had about lost it. Just thinking that he could've had died was enough to get the tears started again. She sniffed and willed her tears not to fall. She had to be strong.

"Just you." Grissom whispered in her ear.

"Grissom..." She started but afraid didn't say anything else.

"It's alright, Beautiful." Grissom kissed her hair again.

"You have to stay all night for observation. Do you want me here? I could go home if you wanna be alone. I would understand." Sara said and looked at her feet.

Grissom gently tilted her face upward to him. "If you want to stay with me, Sara, that would be great."

"That's not what I asked. Do you want me here?"

Grissom pulled her against him. "I need you with me all the time Sara...but I understand if you don't want to be here."

"I am afraid you are stuck with me, Gil. I'm sure Catherine would go get some of your things if you need them. That hospital gown is very revealing. Well, the part of being able to see your naked ass every time you go to the john is very appealing."

Grissom merely raised an eyebrow at her.

"Hey I'm a woman. I am supposed to notice these things, aren't I?" She smiled at him then her face turned serious on him. "I love you, Grissom."

"I know you do, sweetheart," he said softly. "I love you too."

"Do you hurt anywhere?"

"Everywhere...but it's nothing I won't get over."

"Stop being so tough." She looked him deep in the eyes and said, "You would tell me if you were scared right?"

"Yes, I would."

"Were you scared, Grissom?"

"I was...but not for me."

"For who then?"

"You."

Grissom wrapped his arms tightly around Sara. "I can't lose you."

"Never." She said as she kissed his swollen cheek. "Wouldn't give you the pleasure."

"Promise me..." he whispered

"Promise."

She got up to pull a chair closer. She knew he needed to rest. She was going to try and get comfortable enough to catch a few winks in the hard hospital chair.

The door burst open. Sophia Curtis walked in. She went to Grissom's side nearly knocking Sara down.

Grissom frowned when he saw Sara pushed away. "Sophia.. What are you doing here?"

"I heard about your accident, I wanted to make sure you were ok. I mean after the other day, I thought you would want me here."

Grissom glanced over at Sara, who was clearly getting upset. "I'm sorry, Sophia, but nothing can happen between us."

"What do you mean? Our date meant nothing to you." She glanced over her shoulder at Sara. "You picking HER over ME?"

"That's right. I am."

Sophia turned and stormed from the room.

"Guess everyone at work will know about us now." Sara said downhearted and sat in the chair next to the wall in his room.

Grissom grabbed Sara's hand and held it against him. She silently let the tears fall down her cheeks. Grissom gently pulled Sara towards him. She started to resist but was finally so tired of putting her life on hold for everyone else. If it meant she lost her job, then she lost her job. She had always wanted to pursue a doctorate in physics anyway. Maybe this was fate stepping in and taking a hand.

"It doesn't matter if they find out, Sar...I just want to be with you." Grissom whispered in her ear. Then he let her go.

"What's wrong? Do you hurt somewhere? Do you need something?" Sara was looking at him desperately. She needed him to reassure her. Would he?

"Want to shift to my other side? I just found a sore rib." Grissom continued in the same tone.

"Anything for you, Love." She walked around the bed and grabbed his hand. She wanted him to know that she wasn't going anywhere.

"Do you think, O'Riley knows anything about the explosive in your Tahoe?" She had not wanted to bring this up but they would be here to question him before to long.

Grissom wasn't happy with just the hand holding . He wanted Sara up on the bed with him. He needed to hold her. She moved to sit on the bed. She wanted to be close to him but didn't want to hurt him. Grissom pulled her against his good side.

"Just need to hold you, Sara...please?"

"Grissom, we have to talk about this. You can't put it off. That has already caused to much to be put on hold already. Let's deal with it and then we can move on."

"I'm sure they're working on it."

"Yeah, but who would want to hurt you? You don't bother anyone."

Grissom's smile was slightly wry. "Actually, I've thought of one or two people who would."

"Who? AND don't say Ecklie or Hodges! They aren't that bright!"

"I had a case about five years ago. High school student killed his parents. I was the head CSI." Grissom's voice was soft, but matter of fact.

"Why would he come after you? Wouldn't he still be in jail?"

"His conviction was overturned. He's out."

"What was the case? How did he do and why? I know that you aren't big on why but sometimes you let your heart out and find out why to find out how and who." Sara smiled meekly at him.

Grissom laid out the case as best as he could remember. He had been called to a house in the Heights. There was a 911 call by the sole survivor of the household, a seventeen year old boy.

Sara held his hand while he opened up to her. Urging him on by squeezing his hand gently.

"He told police there had been an intruder in the house.." Grissom said, his voice soft.

"But all the evidence I found disproved it. There was a knife missing from the kitchen."

"So why was it overturned? I don't understand."

"Disgruntled maid came forward, and said that she had set up Kyle."

"Is it true? Any evidence to prove her case?"

"We'd have to ask Catherine...The case got handed over to her." Grissom told her. "But as near as I can figure...no, it's not true."

"Maybe the maid and Kyle had a thing?"

"It's possible." Grissom winced as a pain shot through his right leg.

Sara realized that she had been pressing to hard on his leg. She immediately jumped from the bed. "I am so sorry, Griss. I was being clumsy! See that is why I am not good at these things, I always end up hurting someone or something."

Grissom immediately took her back in his arms. "It's okay, sweetheart...just stay here."

"I don't wanna hurt you"

"You're not..." Grissom smiled. "Could I get you to massage my leg though? I've got a cramp"

She reached down onto his leg and very tenderly began massaging it. She didn't know exactly where, so she massaged the whole leg from hip to foot. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Anywhere else you want me to massage?" she said with a coy smile

Grissom gave her his right arm.

"So not what I was meaning, Griss, but ok." She massaged his arm and kissed it too from finger tip to shoulder. "Now how does it feel, Big Guy?"

"Better...thanks."

"Anywhere else?" She was going to go for it one more time and if he didn't bite she gave up. "Need more pain meds, Griss?"

"Just want you."

"You got me. When can you go home?"

"Doctor said tomorrow."

"Good. I Hate hospitals." She had snuggled into his shoulder and was starting to drift off.

"I love you, Sara," Grissom whispered.

"Love you too." she said and slipped softly to sleep.

8 AM NEXT DAY

Grissom found himself staring at Brass's face when he woke the following morning. Sara woke with a start.

"Jim, don't give him a heart attack to go with everything else!"

"Sorry... just thought I'd bring you some fresh clothes." Brass held up a duffle bag.

"What about me? I bet you don't have nothing in that black bag for me?" Sara asked meekly.

Brass produced another bag. "Here."

"My hero!" Sara got up and gave him a giant Sidle sized hug

"Need help getting to the bathroom, Grissom?" She was at his side to give him help if he needed it.

"Might be better," Grissom admitted. He hated to rely on anyone, but he was noticing his balance was slightly off.

She was so happy that he allowed her to help. They made their way to the bathroom. Sara looked down behind him at his naked round ass.( Loving this story:P)

"Sara Sidle..get up here, missy." Grissom said in a mock serious voice.

"Yes, sir!" She quickly adverted her eyes away from his delectable booty.

Grissom leaned against Sara for a moment as he lowered himself onto the toilet seat.

"Easy does it." She said. She helped him change and herself, and they shortly joined Brass back in the room.

"Hey, Brass, anyone know anything about that bomb?"

"We've got half the department looking into it." Brass promised the pair of them. Grissom wavered a little, grabbing on to the foot of the bed so he didn't topple over.

"Keep that up, Mister, and you'll be staying another day or more."

"I get the odd wave of dizziness still..." Grissom mumbled.

"Gil, it was only 12 hours ago. You didn't think this would just go away, did you? Back to bed."

"Maybe should take time off work.."

"No maybe, Gil Grissom. You are, And so am I. I am going to take care of you!" Sara said it in away that meant no arguing.

"Why? I packed the bag." Brass said.

"But not here, Doc, says he can go home this afternoon maybe." Sara told Brass.

Grissom leaned back against the pillows, feeling his head begin to swim.

"Looks like he will be here longer. You don't look to well. I'm calling the nurse." She pushed the red button to call the nurse. "We need someone in here now. Please?"

A moment later, a nurse came in. "Are you in pain, Mr. Grissom?"

"Not pain...He keeps getting dizzy. Please do something." Sara was almost hysterical.

"It must be the concussion."

"Yeah. Where is his doctor?" Grissom's doctor came a moment later, giving Grissom medication to ease the dizziness. Sara began to relax. She knew the meds would kick in soon and he would fine. He had to be.

By this time, they were alone again. Grissom held his arms out to Sara. He could see how upset she was and he wanted to comfort her.

"Look at me. I am a big mushy baby. You're the one hurt in the hospital, and you're comforting me. So awful of me!"

Grissom kissed her hair. "You're helping me just by being here."

"I hope so." Sara laid her head on his shoulder.

I hope this makes up for the way we ended Chapter 8 We just needed to know that someone was actually reading this. So keep on reviewing. I know this was a long one and we are still not done. This is going to be a long one. Sort of like a never ending but will eventually end. Just a story about their lives together. Already got 13 chapters already and still writing more so stay tuned--Jacquie and Sassy