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Chapter Ten
"Grissom, can you hear me?" Spoke a familiar voice off in the distance, "come on back big guy!" As he started to open his eyes, he peered up at the bright lights above him. His vision was blurred and the sound of that familiar voice seemed distant. He turned his head to the left, and through his blurred vision, could make out a figure standing next to him. Slowly, his eyes started to adjust to the intense brightness of the white lights and now, he could make out that figure to be Catherine. "Nice to have you back, Grissom," she expressed. "Don't be alarmed; you are in the hospital. You've been out for a few hours now."
Gradually, as he regained consciousness, the events of the past 48 hours returned to his foggy memory; with no delay, Grissom hastily jumped from the bed, "Sara! I need to find Sara!"
Catherine quickly grabbed Grissom's arm and stopped his momentum, "Easy tiger…Sara is alright. You got to her in time. She is in the examining room; they're just making sure Lurie didn't inject her with anything toxic." Catherine could tell that the exact details of the evening were a little fuzzy to her long-time friend. "OK, here's how it went down: You figured out where Lurie was holding Sara. In very atypical Grissom fashion, you went there WITHOUT backup and got to Sara just as Lurie was preparing to do something horrible to her. Warrick and Brass arrived, just after that son of a bitch Lurie flung a scalpel at you, hitting you in the upper chest, a very good shot I must add. Warrick shot Lurie, you found Sara, and then you collapsed. I think that about sums it up."
Still groggy, Grissom questioned, "Collapsed?"
"Well maybe passed out is a better description. The scalpel wound was just a flesh wound, but you did lose a lot of blood. That coupled with the fact that you were up for about 48 straight hours, and you probably didn't have anything to eat or drink, contributed to your passing out. The official diagnoses were exhaustion & dehydration. They've had you on intravenous fluids, so you should be fine."
"Cath, I need to see Sara!" Grissom demanded as he yanked the I V out of his left arm.
"Jesus, Grissom, I've never seen you like this. I promise you, she is fine. Give me a minute, I'll see what I can do."
Just as Catherine reached for the door, it opened and in popped a very tall dark-haired man dressed in emergency room scrubs. "Dr. Grissom, nice to see you awake. My name is Dr. Tyler, and I've been tending to you since they brought you and your associate in."
Grissom looked up and asked, "Sara? How is she? Can I see her? Doc, I really need to see her!"
"Of course, Dr. Grissom, she is down the hall in room three seventeen. She is fine, no broken bones, and no worse for the wear. Just a little scare, I think. Let me get someone to remove that I V, and you can go see her."
"I'm afraid he's already taken care of that," Catherine interjected.
Before the Doctor could utter another word, Grissom was out of bed, and walking down the hall to find Sara's room. When he reached the door, he wasted no time in opening it and letting himself in. He was startled as he witnessed a half-dressed Sara struggling to latch her bra." Embarrassed, Grissom turned his back and confessed, "Sara, oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to just barge in here like that and invade your privacy. Dammit, I can't seem to get anything right where you're concerned."
With a sigh of frustration Sara responded, "It's Okay Gris. Actually, I could use a hand, if you don't mind."
"What do you need?"
"My arms and wrists are so sore from being tied up and trying to free myself; I can't seem to hook this. I knew I should've worn the one that latches in the front."
Grissom appreciated the fact that Sara was trying to make light of the task she was asking him to attempt. Grissom turned toward her and with a devious smirk he retorted, "Well, my dear, I'm afraid that hooking the latch is not my specialty!"
As Sara smiled back at him, he knew that she was all right. Swiftly, Grissom took the ends of the bra in his hand, and with one quick motion, fastened the hooks.
"Hey, you've come a long way Gris, the fact that you can joke about this. A few months ago, had I asked you to fasten my bra, I think you would've been terrified and probably ran for cover."
He then grabbed her blouse and helped her into it. Sara turned to face him and Grissom began to secure the buttons. "To be quite honest, this does terrify me; I'm just putting up a façade for you my dear. I'll help you with your blouse, again, fastening the buttons, not my area of expertise. Why do we always do things backwards?"
"Oh come on Grissom, have you ever known me to do anything conventional?"
After Grissom had buttoned her up, he peered at the beautiful, smiling woman before him, and took her into his arms and squeezed tight. "Oh God Sara; I didn't know if I'd ever get the chance to hold you again. I'm sorry for everything. I should've never left you alone. If he hurt you, I would've never forgiven myself."
"Hey, Gris, I'm fine. He really didn't hurt me. I think he would've, but you got there in time. I knew you would. It feels so good to be in your arms again. This is the safest I've ever felt in my life."
Hearing these words gave him comfort. He wanted to protect her, to watch over her, to love her with all his heart. Slowly he caressed her face and traced her lips with his index finger. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and met her lips with his. His kiss was soft yet passionate. Grissom felt as though he never wanted to leave this spot. Unfortunately there was a light knock, and the door swung open.
"Jeez, that is the second time in twenty four hours, I'll come back."
Almost laughing, Grissom cackled, "You truly do have impeccable timing. You can come in. I was just, uh, helping Sara get ready to get outta here."
"Right," Brass snickered. "Just wanted to let you two know…Lurie survived. Warrick shot him in the chest, but the bullet missed all his vital organs, dammit. He's recovering, but as soon as he's ready for transport he'll be sent to the state hospital to await arraignment. He's going away for a long, long time."
"Thanks Jim," Sara expressed. "Thanks for everything. I've gotta thank Warrick, Cath, everyone. I know all of you were working twenty hours straight for me."
"Whoa, don't you worry about that. There will be plenty of time for thanking everyone. A nice steak dinner will suffice for me. Of course we can take care of that in a few weeks when you feel better. Okay, I've taken care of the discharge papers for the both of you. The doctor thinks that, given your injuries and fatigue that the both of you need five days of bed rest. I've faxed the doctor's orders over to Ecklie, so the both of you are covered for the next five days. There's a uniform outside the door to take you guys home. Did I miss anything? Oh Grissom, you may want to put your clothes back on. That robe does nothing for your boyish figure."
Grissom looked down at his attire. It never even occurred to him that he wasn't wearing his own clothes. "Give me five minutes to change and I'll be right back."
Back in his hospital room, he searched for his clothes. There was a clear bag sitting on the far table. "Ah, there they are," he muttered to himself. "Thought I might have to wear this beautiful gown home." Quickly, he opened the bag and pulled out his navy blue Dockers and blue t-shirt. His excitement over finding his own clothes abruptly came to a halt when he realized that his clothes had been cut right up the middle. His Dockers were now in two pieces, and his t-shirt was severed right up the middle. Grissom was holding his mangled clothes as Warrick entered the room.
"Hey boss, nice to see you up. Cath told me you were getting out today; Sara too. Hey, you may start a new fashion trend with those."
Grissom hauntingly added, "They cut my clothes! Why, I wasn't badly hurt."
"Well, after you collapsed, Gris, the paramedics weren't sure if you were badly injured. You were bleeding pretty good, and you would not respond. I think they were just being cautious." Warrick felt bad for his friend and mentor. "Hey, instead of waiting for someone to pick clothes up for you, I have my gym bag in the car. I know I have a pair of sweats and a t-shirt you could wear home."
"Thanks Warrick, I appreciate it. The thought of staying here one minute longer is killing me."
Poor Brass, I can really see him to be the one who catches our fav un-couple in an inapropriate moment on the show. Anyway, I will post the next chapter; it will be a short one. Please review if you can.