Title: Come Together
Author: gilgrissom007
Disclaimer: Do you really think I would be writing fanfics if I owned CSI?
A/N: This almost is the last chapter. (Yeah, I know! Finally, right?) I am so sorry! I am a lousy updater. Feel free to beat me over the head with a shovel. Really…
"Help…Sara…desert…shack…" The static on the line had broken up the cry for help, but Warrick heard it none the less. Not giving a second thought to the evidence bag that surrounded the device, he tore it open and pushed in the talk button.
"Griss! Is that you man?" He shouted slowly.
"Warrick?"
"Yeah!" he turned around in ran back to the Denali. "Guys! I've got him!"
"Warrick," came Sara's voice, "We need you to help us! We are in some metal shack in the desert! It's so hot in here!"
Nick grabbed the walkie-talkie while Greg did a victory dance with a grinning Brass.
"Okay Sara. We are gonna have every CSI and cop out looking for you!" Nick told her. "You are coming home!"
Sara broke down crying. Finally, she was going to get out of here! Grissom scooped her up in his arms and rubbed her back.
"Everything is going to be alright now," he whispered gently in her ear. "We are going to go home and return to normal." Sara hiccupped.
"What if I don't want to go back to normal. If normal is being without you, I never want to go back. Ever," she sobbed into his shoulder. Gently grasping her chin, Grissom tilted her face towards his.
"Then we won't go back."
"Wha--?"
"I mean it. If normal is you living in your house, you won't go back. You'll just live with me," Grissom started. "And if normal is sleeping in your own bed at night, waking up by yourself after a nightmare, you'll sleep with me." Sara's eyebrows shot up. "And," He finished, "if normal-"
BANG BANG BANG!
Grissom looked at the door as it fell to the ground. Plumes of dust barreled skyward, parting as Greg and Nick burst in with their guns drawn. Sara jumped up and ran outside. She inhaled deeply. No more box, no more heat, no more beef jerky. And most importantly…no more normal.