Sara was walking through the lab at nighttime, and everything seemed to be in order. She appeared to be alone, but then she spotted someone in one of the labs. She asked them to see what they were still doing at the lab. Then- boom, boom, and boom. Sara was brutally beaten to the ground and left that way for someone to find her.
Grissom awoke in a cold sweat after the dream had ended. He rubbed his head, sweat coming off onto his fingers. He was still paranoid, even though it had been a mere dream. What scared him even more though, was when his cell phone rang.
Grissom answered the phone. "Yeah?" There was a long silence. "Oh…oh my god," he said jumping out of his bed. He was already dressed. "I'm on my way!" he said hanging his phone up. The phone call had been from Brass- an officer had found Sara beaten in the lab.
As he drove up to the lab, he jumped out of his car. An ambulance was already at the scene and Sara was being taken over to the ambulance on a gurney. He ran over to her. "Sara, please…" he said clenching her hand tightly. She looked horrible- she had blood all over her face, all of it hers. She had several bruises and cuts on her face, not to mention all over her body. He climbed into the ambulance as they closed the doors and sat next to her as they drove her to the hospital.
Several hours passed. Grissom held his hands in his lap. He had been waiting for at least three hours now, and he just wanted to see if Sara was okay. Who could've done something like this to her? She was such a kind and sweet person; the thought of someone doing this to her made him sick. Finally, a doctor came out of the doors. "Dr. Grissom?" he said walking over to him.
"Yes?" Grissom said standing up quickly. He sighed. "She's going to need stitches on her left arm, and she also has a fractured rib, small concussion, and many facial fractures. She should be fine with a lot of rest. You can go see her now, though she's not awake," he told him leading him into the emergency room. He walked through the room looking from door to door, seeing people in pain- one room held a small child with a shattered knee-cap and another held an older man with a broken leg and miss-located shoulder. He walked into the room Sara was in and tears formed in his eyes.
They had cleaned the blood off her face, but all the cuts and bruising were still visible. He sat next to her and held her hand as a tear ran down his cheek. "Sara…" he said as the tears came down even more now. "Who…did this to you?" he said wiping the tears away. The heart monitor was beeping at a regular speed; that made him feel good. But…just seeing her in a hospital, looking to be in so much pain…it reduced him to tears. He put his head down on the hospital bed near her hand and cried. He let it all out, and he never would have done it if Sara had been awake. But then…he felt something.
His hand was being clenched…lightly, but the hand he held in his own was clenching it. It was Sara! He quickly looked up to see a small smile form on the woman's face. "I didn't know you were that weak, Grissom," she said with her eyes still closed, her voice hoarse. He didn't hold back the tears now- he didn't care. He just said her name and hugged her, crying on her shoulder. "Hey, I'm okay…" she told him, rubbing his shoulder. "But…you're crushing me," she told him and he quickly moved away, slightly embarrassed.
"Sara…who did this to you?" Grissom asked her on a more serious tone. Sara's memory was hazy, yet she remembered the attacker finally. She only said one word- Monica. Grissom raised a brow, but he didn't doubt her word. He was going to find that old 'charming' lab-tech, even if it killed him.
TBC…