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(A/N: Alright, this is for all of you that reviewed and made my life! Now, I wasn't planing of writing this, but the cunfusion I left in the last chapter obviously confused some people...that's what I wanted it to be like, But I guess this here ruins it. I am planing to write another chapter after this one. It will be the last one, and I may take some time for it to show up. But thank you to everyone who reviewed!)
Darkness was enveloping her, not that she minded. Never was the dark this comforting, never. It was nice, she decided as she floated in the dark, Just knowing that there's nothing there. Nothing to bother me, just the dark.
Sara couldn't help but feel a small amount of amusment. When she was younger, the dark terrified her. She remembered everytime in a new home, having to let her gaurdians know that she needed a night light or she'd she her father's body or her mother covered in his blood.
But she had surpassed that stage in her life, she had seen too many bodies, too many lives gone to be afraid of the dark. Now in the dark she didn't see the bodies, it was the light she feared.
She wondered where she was, maybe she could return to this comfort sometime when everything got overwhelming. But she had no idea where she could be. Well, this is strange. She had thought before the investigater in her went to work.
What is the last thing you remember? She asked herself.
Well, she had left Joann Duran's case unsolved...right? Yes, what next? Then she had gone to Grissom, to let everything out. Yes, I remember that, too. He had told her to get over it, then she went back to the scene. Yeah, It was way too hot there... She had overlooked the leadge, she had thought about flying. And if I remember correctly, I had actually tried it, too.
Suddenly a bright light shown and pain erupted in her body. She tried to breath, but it was getting harder, there was too much pain, too much.
Was this how it felt to die? Will it be over soon?
She was no longer floating, she was no longer in the dark, and she no longer felt comfortable.
"Doctor, What's going on?"
Doctor? Does that mean I'm alive? Who's there?
"One moment, Mr. Grissom, she's seems to be going through shock."
I'm going through shock? This is what it feels like? Why is Grissom here?
Sara had forced an eye open. White. That's all she saw. White. She closed her eye, the pain was not worth seeing. She'd rather be in that dark anyway.
"Sara, honey?" His voice called again, "Doctor is she alright?"
Of corase I'm alright, what did you think? And what's with the 'honey' please don't start that again.
"Mr. Grissom, She'll be alright in a moment, please just hold on a second."
I'm right here! You can try talking to me!
Having enough of listening to their conversation, she opened both eyes, and blinked repeatedly.
"Sara!" Grissom's voice said again.
"Please wait a moment!" The doctor screeched.
Sara looked around. Hospital. She was in a hospital. This is not where she was planning to be.
The doctor had stuck a needle in her arm. She almost immediatly felt relieved. The doctor then turned his attention to Sara's eyes, using a small flashlight to check her pupil reaction.
"I'm fine." Sara croaked out in a very raspy voice.
"Ms. Sidle, do you know where you are?" The doctor asked, ignoring her last statment, and went on checking her eyes.
"Hospital." She said. Is that my voice?
"Very good. Do you know why you're here?"
"Well," She said, trying to build up saliva to soothe her throat. "I'm betting that something's wrong with me."
Before the doctor could answer, Sara felt pressure on her right hand she looked to it and saw that it was being held. Grissom stood looking at her, he looked tired with black circles under his eyes. God, I hope I don't look that bad.
The doctor must have noticed that she wasn't paying attention to him anymore because he asked Grissom to leave the room, telling him to come back when visiting hours had started up again. He had left without a word.
Sara suddenly found herself abandoned. Well, what did you expect?
Sara turned her attention back to the doctor, "Water?"
She saw him nod, then he held a straw up to her lips. The water felt so good. It cooled her throat and she felt relaxed.
"So, Sara, do you remember how you got here? Do you know how long you've been here?" The doctor proaded.
"No." She answered. Why was she here? She tried to fly...but he wouldn't let her! That's what happened! He wouldn't let me. She was angery. She had fainted, then he had brought her here. God, he was there? He saw me?
"Ms. Sidle?" The doctor asked.
"When can I leave?" She asked forcing herself to sit up.
"Well, this is exactally what Mr. Grissom told me would happen. You'll be realised in a few days-" Mr. Grissom said what? Like he really knows anything about me...
"What's the matter with me?"
"You suffered from dehydration, lack of nutrition, and depression." He said almost remorsfully. Hell, I'm glad it's nothing worse. What was I thinking up there? Did I want to die?
Sara was standing by the window when she felt him enter the room. She kept her eyes on the busy street outside Desert Palms Hospital. She wasn't ready to see him. But he was here on time, she was to be released in about fifteen mimutes, and Grissom told her (through Catherine) that he would take her home. Why's he here anyway? Why would he come? How could he have seen me like that, ready to end my life, then come here and pretend nothing happened?
It had been three days since she woke up in the hospital, three days since she had last seen Grissom. He hadn't come back. Greg had been with her almost the full three days, only leaving when he had to work. Warrick and Nick had stopped by, and kept her company before their shift had started. Hell, even Catherine came by to check up on her. They all had told her that Grissom was worried about her, but it was too hard to believe when he hadn't come by.
But he's here now, I have to give him some credit for that.
"You're going to take some time off work." He said. Scratch that.
"I know." She took a deep breath, If I don't tell him know I never will. "I'm going to go back to California."
Sara turned to him then, to see his eyes shift from hers to the ground. She turned back to the window.
"I guess a plant won't make you stay this time."
Sara gave a humorous chuckle, "Not exactly."
"Look, Sara, I-" He was inturrupted by a knock at the door.
"Ms. Sidle?" Then a nurses head poked in, "I have your wheelchair."
Sara rolled her eyes. Of corase, right when it seems he might have some breakthrough we're inturrupted. Maybe it's a sign...
"Wheelchair?" Sara questioned as the nurse opened the door the rest of the way to show Sara that she was not joking. "Great." She mumbled as she walked over to the chair. Grabbing her bag on the way she sat down in the chair.
"Here," Grissom said walking over to her. "I'll push her."
Sara inwardly sighed, she wished that he would just go away.
Later, after the silent walk/roll to the front desk of the hospital, the silent ride home, they stood in her small apartment. Sara was wondering if he was going to leave soon, or talk about what had happened. She was praying for the first one.
Sara walked in the small kitchenette, and saw the familiar folder sitting on the counter. The folder that was Joann Duran's.
Sara gave a small sigh as all the frustrtion washed over her, the pain that had left her for her short time in the hospital.
Setting her perscritions on the counter, she pulled the folder in front of her. She flipped it open to see Joann's face, first before she died. Then one picture over, after her plunge to her death. She drew in a shaky breath. So this is what I felt like a few days back.
"Sara?" Grissom's voice questioned as she approached her.
She turned to him, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Sara, you have to let this go." She turned her attention back to the folder, and started picking at the edge of the picture.
"Why did you go there?" She asked, surprised when her voice sounded as raspy as it did back in the hospital.
"Where?" He asked, leaning against the counter next to her.
"The crime scene. Why did you go back?"
"I knew you'd be there."
Sara kept picking at the picture until Grissom closed the folder. She raised her eyes to meet his.
"Why were you going to do that?" He asked, his eyes filled with emotion. Please don't do this to me now!
"I don't...Grissom, I really don't know what I was doing."
He grabbed her hand, making her gasp involentarily. Why did he have to touch her? The burning sensation that started in her hand traveled up into her arm then spread throughout her whole body.
"Sara, when I saw you up there..." He stopped and closed his eyes.
Well, you weren't supposed to be there.
Sara was looking down at their hands when she felt his other hand touch her face. Her eyes snapped to his.
"I can't lose you." He said, finally pulling her in for a hug.
"Gris, I'm already gone." She murmured into his chest.
(A/N: Sorry for all the spelling errors, Part III will be up in a while, I want to make it good, so give me a week or two. Maybe more...And please leave a review, let me know if going on was a good idea!
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