Chapter 3: Threats and Drugs

"It was Hank's truck."

"WHAT!" Shouted Nick.

"Why would he run you off the road?" Catherine asked.

"I'm going to kill him!" said Grissom, standing up.

"Grissom, wait, please don't go," Sara begged, catching his hand.

Although he was still furious his look softened as he gazed at the woman lying in the bed.

"Sara," Catherine said, trying to figure out what had happened, "why would Hank want to run you off the road, you guys broke up two and a half years ago."

"Yeah, he was a cheating scumbag." Nick muttered.

"Nick." Catherine warned.

"Well," said Sara, clearly shaken, "Hank blamed me for the break up. He said I didn't satisfy him, so he was forced to seek companionship from someone else." She took a breath. "He started calling me two months ago, telling me I was going to pay for messing up his life."

"How'd you mess up his life?" Catherine asked.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Grissom asked, worry now overtaking his anger.

"For starters I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. Now to answer your question, Catherine, Hank got married to Elaine after I dumped him. Three months ago she found out that he had been simultaneously dating me. She divorced him and now he blames me."

By now all four of the men in the room were thinking of ways to kill Hank while Catherine thought of something to say to her injured friend.

"Sara, I…" she started.

Before she could get any further Dr. McClenon walked into the room. "I'm sorry to break up the party," he said, "but Ms. Sidle really needs her rest."

"I'm fine," Sara started to protest.

"Ms. Sidle, the more rest you get, the sooner you can go home."

"Fine." She grumbled.

"Sara, I'll stay with you until you fall asleep," Grissom said, still holding her hand.

"Thanks."

Everyone else said their good byes, promising to return first thing in the morning.

After they left Dr. McClenon injected her medicine into her IV.

'Mmm, drugs, sweet soothing drugs.' Sara thought as she drifted into unconsciousness, still gripping Grissom's hand.

The next morning Sara awoke with a groan. Her whole body ached and she felt something on her hand.

She turned her head to the right, an act which she immediately regretted when the throbbing in her head intensified. She moaned and slowly turned her face back to the ceiling.

Grissom, who had fallen asleep while watching over Sara, felt the movement and immediately sat up. "Sara, what's wrong?"

"Grissom?" She questioned.

"Honey, I'm here." He said standing up so she could see him.

"I feel like I was hit by a truck."

"Sara, you were hit by a truck."

"Oh yea," she said with a weak laugh. "Did you guys find Hank?"

"We're still looking"

"You'll get him, I know you will."

Grissom smiled reassuringly as Dr. McClenon walked into the room. "Hello Ms. Sidle, how are you feeling today?"

"Like crap." She muttered.

"I'm sorry. I can get you some more pain meds and then we will have to talk about your recovery."

"No, no more drugs, let's talk about getting out of here." Sara said, immediately forgetting her discomfort at the thought of leaving. "Can I go home today?"

"No," the doctor laughed.

"Aw," Sara pouted.

"I want to keep you here for a few more days until your ribs heal, that way you can sit up in a wheelchair comfortably."

"Okay," Sara thought that sounded reasonable. Her workaholic nature, however, forced her to ask, "When can I go…"

"…back to work," the doctor finished for her. "Mr., Grissom explained to me the demanding nature of your job, so I don't want you going back to work until we get that cast off your arm and you can use crutches."

"And when will that be?" Sara demanded.

"Well you're lucky, the fracture in you arm is only hairline, so we can probably take the cast off in about two weeks."

"What am I supposed to do for two weeks?" Sara almost shouted.

"Relax." Said Grissom.

"I'll be bored out of my skull." She complained.

"No you won't, because I'm going to stay with you until you are better." Grissom said, flashing her a smile.

"Oh, thanks!" She said, surprised, then she realized, "What about work?"

"I have plenty of vacation time. Plus I want to be with you."

'Wow!' She thought, pleased at this change in her boss.

"What about her leg?" Grissom asked, getting back to business.

"Well your leg's a different story; it was broken pretty badly, almost shattered. You'll probably be in a cast for ten weeks, and probably on crutches for at least two weeks after that."

"Oh," Sara said, surprised at the extent of her injury. "But once I get the cast off my arm I can go back to work right?"

"Correct. I'll be back in an hour to check on you. If you have any trouble press the call button and someone will come."

"Okay, thanks," Sara said as McClenon walked out of the room.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Grissom asked.

"I'll be fine; you really don't have to stay with me if you don't want to." She replied.

"I want to." He assured her.

"Well at least go take a shower then." She said with a small laugh.

"I'm not leaving you alone. I'll shower when Catherine and the guys get here."

"Well then they better get here soon because you stink." She teased him. "Where are they anyways?"

"We're here!" Greg announced from the doorway.

"Greggo!" Sara shouted.

"Hey, kiddo, feel better?" Greg asked.

"No, but the doctor said I can leave in a few days, so I'm happy. Where are the others?"

"They'll be here in a second. Hey Griss."

"Hello Greg," Grissom replied.

"Okay Griss, someone's here, go home and come back when you don't stink." Sara said, flashing her special 'Only for Grissom' smile.

"Oh no, I'm not leaving you alone with Greg." He said.

"Griss," Sara started, "it's not like I'll hurt him, I can hardly move. Go!"

"Hey, that's mean." Greg interjected.

"That's not what I'm worried about." Grissom said.

"Griss, we'll be fine. Go now!" Sara demanded.

"Fine." Grissom mumbled as he stomped out of the room.

"Hey, where are you going?" Catherine asked as she passed him in the hall.

"Sara kicked me out. She demanded that I go home and take a shower."

"You do stink," Catherine stated.

"Whatever. Just keep an eye on Greg while I'm gone."

"Sure thing. Oh Griss, one more thing, has the doctor told you how long Sara will have to stay?"

"Yeah, ask her. I'm going so that I can be back in an hour." Grissom walked out of the hospital as Catherine headed towards Sara's room rolling her eyes.

"Hey Sara!" Catherine said as she walked into the room. "Greg, can you leave for a minute, I need to talk to Sara."

"Why do I have to leave?" Greg complained.

"Girl talk." Sara said, catching on.

"Ew!" Greg bolted from the room.

Once he left, Catherine shut the door and took a seat next to the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good, all things considered." Sara replied. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well for starters, how long are you going to be in all this?" Catherine asked, gesturing to the casts.

"Um, well, in three days I can go home. In two weeks my arm will be better and I can go back to work. According to the doctor, my leg will be okay in about three months."

"Three months! How bad is it?"

"Pretty bad. But hey, the advantage is that I won't have to work a decomp until I get the cast off."

"That actually is a lucky break, decomps make everything stink." Catherine agreed. "Now I want to talk to about Grissom."

"What about Grissom?" Sara asked defensively.

"Calm down, I just want to know what's going on between you two."

"Well, in the two weeks before I go back to work he's going to stay with me."

"God, if I had known that this is all it would take to get you two together I would have run you off the road ages ago."

"Thanks," was Sara's sarcastic reply.

"Anytime. Well, I'm going to head into work to see how PD is doing on your case. Get better. I'll come by later with Nicky. See ya!" Catherine walked out of the room as Sara contemplated what she had said. Catherine was right; things were starting to look up for her and Grissom.

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