The Accident and the Hospital Smell – Ch. 2

"Oh, hi Jim. 2 dbs in the desert? Well it's my day off so why don't you call Grissom. He's not answering?" Grissom smirked. Sara stuck her tongue out at him. "Well try his cell. Turned off? Just a sec…" Sara reached over and grabbed Grissom's cell, turning it on. "Hey Jim I'm back. Had to turn off the stove. Anyways, why don't you try again? He's probably awake by now. Ok, bye!" Sara put the phone in it's holder and turned around to face Grissom. She was about to ask him if he wanted coffee, but his cell phone rang.

Jason Cook. That's his name. The guy who was drinking and driving. The guy who crashed into their car. Who nearly killed her mom. That's what they told her. Her mom was in a coma. She had lots of visitors; friends, CSIs, even her principal had come to talk to her. And she had tried to be conversational, but the truth was she felt like hell. Inside Lindsey was broken, physically and emotionally. She didn't want to cry, she wanted to be brave, but when they all left she broke down. How could she live without her mom?

Sara looked up at the sky. Another cloudless day in Las Vegas. It was her day off and Grissom was working, so she decided to visit Lindsey. Catherine was still in a coma, but the doctors had said she was still stable.

When Sara came in Lindsey looked up and smiled. Sara noticed the change in her. Yesterday she had been cheerful and funny, but today it was noticeable that she had cried herself to sleep.

"I brought some magazines, the ones that have a lot of celebrity gossip. I also brought some Starbucks."

"Thanks. These hospital magazines are all about surgeries and miracle stories." She looked at her feet. That's what her mom needed; a miracle.

"Oh. So how are you feeling?"

"Well, my head hurts sometimes but the doctor said maybe I can go home this week. Not that I could stay home alone."

Sara thought for a second.

"Why don't you stay with me? It'll be fun, like a bunch of slumber parties. I could take a couple weeks off, depending how long..." She trailed off.

"…My mom is here for?" finished Lindsey. "That would be great Sara! I can see why my mom talks about you so much."

"What? She talks about me?"

"Yeah. She's always saying how 'she couldn't have solved the case if you hadn't found that one clue', or 'you're so good at figuring stuff out that she wouldn't want to be the killer'."

"Really? Wow, I always thought she didn't like me much."

"Nah, she's probably just a bit jealous cause Gil favors you."

Sara turned bright red and Lindsey saw it.

"You're in love with him aren't you! I could just tell from how you look at him."

"Well…can I tell you a secret? You have to promise not to tell anyone."

Lindsey nodded her head.

"Um…me and Grissom, I mean Gil, we're…together."

Lindsey just smiled. "That's what I thought. I could see he's in love with you too. Hey, what's wrong?"

Sara mentally hit herself for forgetting again.

"Sh-Dang it! I forgot! Grissom moved in with me last week. So…"

"Oh." Lindsey was disappointed. She had been excited to hang out with Sara. She was the only other women she admired besides her mom.

"Tell ya what. You can still come over; you can sleep in the guest room. It'll be fine, I'll just run it past him and get back to you, ok?"

"Okey dokey!"

"Ok guys, I'm gonna head over to the hospital, anyone wanna come with?" Grissom entered the break room to get some coffee. The only coffee there was in the pot, so he took it.

"Uh, Griss I think that was Greg's." Nick laughed. "I'll come to the hospital with you, but first you better deal with Greg."

Greg walked in and right to the coffee pot. He looked down to find it empty. Meanwhile, Grissom made his escape out the door. Greg whirled around and set his eyes on Nick, who was coffee-less, and then the slowly closing door.

"Who just walked out?" He asked Nick, with a menacing voice.

"Uh, Grissom, why?" Nick said, trying to keep a strait face.

"I'm gonna kill him! I made that coffee just for me!" Then he ran out the door in search of Grissom. Nick laughed, and went the other way to the parking lot, where Grissom was waiting, coffee in hand.

A little boy held the door open for him, with a big smile. Warrick thanked him, and stepped into the ICU section of the building. He wondered if that boy had been a patient or if he was just visiting someone. Warrick turned the corner and almost ran into a nurse pushing a bed. There was a young women lying on it, and she looked a little like Catherine. Warrick tried not to cry and apologized, then continued walking until he was standing in front of her room. The numbers on the door, 175, stared down at him like they were guarding her from…from what? Evil? The world? Death?

"She'll like to know that you were with her most of the way." He looked to the side and saw Sara smiling a timid smile at him. He smiled, silently thanked the numbers, and went in.

She looked so frail, thought Sara. Like in those movies where the girl is dying but her lover stays by her side till her last breathe. No! She couldn't think like that, Catherine was going to live. Warrick sat down and gently took her white hand in his brown one. She can't die, because I love her, he thought. Someone knocked, but he didn't get up so Sara opened the door. Grissom smiled when he saw Warrick, and whispered to Sara "How are they doing?"

"Warrick's fine, Catherine's fine, Lindsey's…oh! I forgot, I have to ask you something. Lindsey's allowed to go home sometime this week and I invited her to stay with us."

"Us?"

"Yeah, I told her about…us. Anyways, I hope it's ok if she comes."

Grissom smiled at her. She was really bonding with Lindsey.

"Of course she can come."

"Thank you!" She kissed him on the cheek and smiled, but Grissom frowned at her.

"As long as you sleep normally, I know you didn't get much sleep last night."

"It's fine, I'm ok."

"No Sara, its not. You have to eat and sleep healthily. Did you eat breakfast?"

Sara's smile vanished. She pointed at the door, and they stepped outside.

"I'm tired of you telling me what to do! I'm fine, I know when I'm fine, and it's not your responsibility to take care of me!"

"Well I think it is Sara, I love you! I care about you, how you eat and sleep, and since you aren't taking care of yourself then I have to do it for you!"

There was a silence, and suddenly Sara ran off.

"Sara! Where are you going?" Grissom ran after her, and stopped when she entered the women's bathroom. He could hear her heaving inside, and he became even more worried. He knocked on the door and called to her. "Sara? Honey, are you ok?" Then the door swung open to reveal a disheveled looking Sara. She collapsed in his arms, crying. She thought she knew what it was, but she hadn't taken the test incase he found it…

He knew aswell, and since they were in a hospital he decided to find out.

"Sweetie, are you…do you know if…could you be…"

"…pregnant?" She finished. "I don't know! I haven't taken the test, but this has been going on for about 5 days!" She burst into tears again.

"Sara its ok, you don't have to cry. It would be great if you were pregnant!" He held her in the bathroom doorway, stroking her hair, until an older lady asked him to move. He carried Sara to the waiting room-god she was light-and soon she fell asleep in his arms. He got up and asked the lady at the desk if they had any pregnancy tests. She went into a back room for a while and then came back with a test. Grissom thanked the lady and went back to Sara, waiting for her to wake up before they could find out.

Her eyes flickered open and she looked around. There were a couple kids playing, and a young mother holding a baby. She felt his arms around her and his soft voice…

"Sara, are you awake? The lady at the desk gave me a test. You can take it now if you want, or whenever." She looked up in his eyes, and she saw he wanted to know. But did he want it positive or negative?

"I-I'll take it now."

"Ok. Here."

Sara walked away to the bathroom. She wasn't sure what she wanted. A little Grissom running around would be nice, but right now? No one even knew about them, except Lindsey.

The bathroom was empty. She stepped inside, closed the door, and took a deep breathe.

Nick was telling Lindsey about what had just happened in the break room, and she laughed. Then Greg walked in and they stared at him, trying to hide it.

"What?"

Lindsey couldn't hold the laughter. She burst into giggles and Nick followed suit. Greg stood there, looking confused.

"What? Did I wear different colored socks again?"

Grissom waited patiently, but couldn't help but think how long she was taking. Maybe she didn't want a baby. It was his fault; he had gotten her pregnant, what if that's not what she wanted?

"Griss."

He looked up and saw the test in her hand. Then he looked in her eyes, and he knew.

Hey thanks for reading, I hope you liked both chapters. Thanks to Abbeecadabra, anneruhland, and Goddess of Twilight for the reviews, more would be appreciated. As far as I know there will be one more chapter, and no, I'm not hinting that Greg has a crush on Lindsey.