Rating: M for language at least.
Author's Notes: I know that I beat up on Sara a lot, but she's my favorite! I always make it up to you guys though. Keep reviewing, I'm almost done.
Sweet Anger Chapter Seven
Grissom stayed in his office with the door shut and locked for several hours after the argument he had with Sara. He didn't want to talk to anybody. He got lost in a pile of paperwork, using his anger to catch up on reports that were long past due.
His cell phone had rang several times, but recognizing the caller as Catherine once, and Warrick twice, he chose to ignore it. When Catherine called a second time, he figured he might as well talk to her, because she would more than likely keep calling until he did answer.
"Yes Catherine?"
"It's about damn time."
"I needed to catch up on paperwork."
"My ass you did. Unlock the door."
"Give me another couple of hours."
"Unlock the door, Grissom. NOW."
"Catherine, I'm going now-"
"It's about Sara."
"What about her? Did she talk you into this?"
"Just open the damn door, Gil."
The tone in her voice instantly concerned him. He quickly got up from his desk and unlocked the door. Catherine wasn't alone; Warrick, Nick and Greg were with her.
"What's going on?"
"Gil, sit down."
"I don't want to sit down. I want you to tell me what's going on."
"Come on, man. Sit down."
After herding him to a chair, Catherine kneeled down in front of him.
"Now, I want you to listen to me, okay? Don't freak out until I finish, okay?"
"Where's Sara?"
"Promise me, Gil."
He didn't promise, but he nodded in agreement.
"Sara managed to get herself alone with Lurie. She went in without backup, but it wasn't her fault. She was told that there were already four officers there."
"Oh God. Where is she?"
"Let me finish. Lurie cut her up pretty bad. When Macy caught up with them, he was still working on her. She shot him. Brass said it was a clean shoot. They called 911."
"WHERE IS SHE?"
"She's just out of surgery. Macy said she made it through without complications, and she's in ICU now."
"Why didn't you tell me, Catherine?"
"We just found out ourselves."
"We all wanted to tell you together. We'll all got to the hospital with you."
"I don't need-"
"Yes you do," Warrick interrupted.
"From now on, we're together. Got that? We're a team, and you won't be alone. We'll all fight for her together."
He listened to her aggressive words and knew she wasn't going to back down.
"Okay. Come with me."
"I thought you would agree. Let's go."
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They ran into Macy and Brass as soon as they got to the hospital's ICU.
"Hey guys. This is my husband, Kevin. He's Sara's doctor."
"How is she?" Grissom asked immediately.
"She's in better shape now then she was when the paramedics brought her in. She had lost a lot of blood. We had to staple a few of her cuts in surgery. The guy did a real number on her, and he knew what he was doing. All in all, she has about 2,000 stitches. The scars can be fixed, it's nothing too permanent.
"Is she awake?"
"Not yet. We have her on some heavy duty pain medicine, as you can imagine. She's going to be sore for a while. We also have her on a high dose of anti-biotics to help fight off infection. We'll know more after a few hours, though."
"Can I see her?"
"I know that all of you are practically family, and you were just informed of her being here. However, Miss Sidle really needs to rest. Just keep it as short as possible, okay"
"Thanks honey."
"No problem. And Dr. Grissom?"
"Yes?"
"She asked about you."
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Sara's hospital room was quiet, with the exception of the hospital equipment.
At first sight, Grissom and Catherine had been completely shocked. She had several deep cuts on her face and arms, with even more smaller abrasions in between. She was deathly pale.
"Jesus," Catherine had gasped.
"He didn't want to kill her."
"How do you know that?"
"If he wanted to kill her, he would have."
"So this was what? Punishment?"
"I think so. She did what she said she was going to do, Catherine."
"Which was?"
"She said she was going to get him this time. She did."
"Not quite," Brass said from the doorway.
"What do you mean?"
"Macy killed him before anyone else got there. It was a clean shoot, like Catherine told you earlier. He won't pay for what he did. He's dead. I'm completely upset, can you tell? How is she?"
"She's still knocked out. I doubt she'll be up before morning."
"Well, why don't I take you home? You need some rest. We all do."
"I'm not leaving."
"Gil-"
"I said that I'm not leaving. I'll stay here."
"Fine. But promise me that after she wakes up, and you see that she's okay, you'll go home and get some rest."
"Okay."
"Do you need anything before I go?"
"No. Thanks for staying with me."
"What are friends for?"
"How are you getting home?"
"Warrick is taking me."
"Good. You shouldn't be alone."
"I didn't say he was staying."
"You didn't have to."
"Call me when she wakes up."
She kissed Sara on the forehead before leaving. Brass escorted her out of the room, leaving Grissom alone with his thoughts.
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Sara didn't wake up until the following afternoon. Grissom had just got back from getting a cup of coffee when she managed to whisper his name.
"Gil."
"Hi honey. Let me get the doctor." He reached for her hand and squeezed it gently.
"No…wait."
"Don't try to talk. Just relax."
He paged for her nurse and they waited in silence. After the nurse came and took her vitals, she said that she would page the doctor.
"How do you feel?" he finally asked.
"Mostly sleepy."
"You're going to need a lot of rest."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay now, honey. We don't need to talk about it now. Just worry about getting better now."
"Gris-"
"Sara, I'm not going anywhere. Try to sleep. You need it."
"You aren't going to leave."
"Not until you're better. Don't worry about that, Sara. Save your voice and get some sleep."
She closed her eyes and tried to relax. She was asleep within minutes.