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Chapter 6
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It took every ounce of concentration Grissom had to keep his eyes on the road and not envision terrible things happening to Sara. If anything happened to her, he'd never forgive himself. At one point, he even made promises to no one in particular that if she was okay, he'd never hurt her again, that he'd love her with every bit on the attention she deserved and more.
Arriving at the house, he pulled up behind Sara's Tahoe and got out, heading for the door, his weapon drawn. The door was cracked. Using his foot he nudged it open and crept in, listening. He heard the soft click of the safety being flicked off of a pistol to his left, then Sara's voice saying, "Mrs. Simmons, you don't want to do this. Think about Victor. Would he want you to do this?"
Heading in the direction of Sara's voice, Grissom tried not to make any noise. He heard Mrs. Simmons yell back at Sara, "Why should I give a damn what Victor thought? He obviously didn't love me enough to keep his pants zipped! And now he's dead for it!"
Grissom turned the corner, coming into the room right behind Mrs. Simmons. He could see Sara across the room, her weapon drawn as well, pleading with Mrs. Simmons to put her gun down.
"Mrs. Simmons," Grissom said, causing the woman to spin around in his direction. "We're only here to help you. We just want to ask some questions."
She swung back to Sara, who nodded her agreement. Grissom took a step toward the woman.
"Come any closer and I'll shoot her!" she threatened.
Sara looked at Grissom with eyes that said not to move. Realizing she was going to try another tactic, Grissom nodded and stayed where he was.
"Mrs. Simmons," Sara began walking slowly towards her, but the woman panicked at the sudden movement and the growing sound of sirens in the background. She fired the gun.
The force from the bullet in Sara's chest caused her gun to go off as well, hitting Mrs. Simmons in the head as Sara's arm went up, blood spattering Grissom's glasses and shirt. Putting his weapon away, he ran to Sara and kneeled beside her, bringing her head to his chest and rocking her.
"It's all right, Sara. Backup is here and paramedics are coming. I'm not going anywhere," he said, holding her hand.
He heard the police come in and announce themselves at the door. Calling out to them, he told them to call for an ambulance. Putting their weapons away one officer called for medics on his radio while another came over to assess the situation.
By the time Grissom finished telling them what happened from start to finish, the meds arrived and brought two gurneys, thrusting Grissom aside to lift Sara and push her to the ambulance.
"I'm going with her!" he cried, climbing in beside her before the doors closed. Grabbing her hand as he sat next to her, he got out his phone and dialed Catherine's number.
"Willows," she answered.
"Cath," he said, not even trying to hide the emotion he felt right now, "tell everyone to get to the hospital, now. Sara's been shot."
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