Disclaimer：I am not connected in any way to CSI
Summary：Grissom went back to the lab and Sara's hospital visiting.
Rating：T
A/N：Thank you so much to my beta reader Rhee. Thank you so much to people who are willing to spend time to read my story and leaving me a review/feedback, I appreciate it a lot.
Next Station：HAPPINESS ?
Chapter Five
Sometime, the happiness that we were looking for was in front of us, but we always used the most complicated experiment to prove the simplest truth.
Grissom checked the phone number and answered it after a few rings. "Grissom."
"Gil, it's almost half an hour after the shift. Are you still at the scene?
No response.
"What the hell was that?" Catherine stared at her cell phone; she could not believe that Grissom said nothing before he hung up the phone.
Grissom stepped up behind her. "Catherine, I'm here."
Catherine spun around and saw an exhausted Grissom stood in front of her. "Oh, you're here, good."
Grissom did not say a word while they were walking down the hall. Catherine stole few glances at Grissom few times to try to conjecture what was in Grissom's mind from his appearance. Thought Catherine was a good investigator, she could not observe anything from an expressionless man.
Catherine stopped in the doorway of Grissom's office, she looked Grissom as he stepped in, turned on the lamp on his desk to filter through the darkening office, then sat quietly in his office chair and looked into the air. Catherine closed the office door, walked up to the two chairs in front of Grissom's desk and chose the right one to sit. Silence was heavy as a black cheviot suffocated the entire room. Catherine spoke first. "So, find anything?"
Grissom just shook his head, put his forearms on the desk while leaning towards it and stared at his entwined hands.
"I've never interfered your private life, Gil, but we all know the way you care about Sara is more than the way a boss should be."
"What way?" Grissom lifted his sight to meet Catherine's eyes briefly then back to his hands.
Catherine rolled her eyes. "We are not blind Gil. Do you really think that no one has noticed?"
Grissom felt a little uncomfortable in his seat. "Who are we?"
Catherine's small smile appeared on her face when she heard Grissom's question, this man was always an investigator. "Well, we are Jim, Warrick and me. And maybe Doctor Robbins"
"Oh…" Grissom remained silent.
Knowing her friend would not say anything more, Catherine stood up from her seat. "Okay, breakfast at my home and then we can talk."
This was the first time that Grissom looked at the blond woman after he entered his office. "I'm fine Catherine. I don't need either breakfast or to talk."
Catherine almost lost her tempter and said it aloud. "Move Gil, just move."
Grissom sighed and left his seat unwilling.
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The Desert Palm Hospital smelled of medicine and despair. Sara hated the smell in a hospital, to her; those smells equaled scattered broken glasses, country music and bruises.
In her memory, there was dancing furniture accompanied arguments and fighting all the time at home. When she was still a little girl, her brother took her to the garret when there was a fight at home. The garret was low and small, so they could not sit straight in it even when they were children. They lay prone on the floor of the dark garret after they climbed into it, then her brother started to tell her story which was only of happiness and welfare. She always rested her chin on her fold forearm when she was listening to the story and she always fell asleep peacefully before her brother ended the story.
Later, when she grew up a little, her brother was barely stayed at home and no one told her those fairy tales anymore when there was a fight. Therefore, she learned to hide, she locked herself in her room, turned on her radio to play country music loudly, sitting in the corner near her bed, tightly closed her eyes and muffled her ears with her both hands. She stopped praying since she witnessed her brother being hit by their father because he tried to protect their mother.
When she was eleven, her brother left home for school and never came back. She was forced to grow up in an instant; she attempted to fight for her annoyed life, her foolish mother and herself. Doubtless, that was the beginning when bruises showed up on her skin. Her father placed a slap on her face, she spat on one of her father's shoe and that was the first time she was beaten. She did not beg for her farter to stop. She could not distinguish tears on her face or the injury to her stomach or back could indicate the pain from her heart pertinently, she would not let her father think that he had won; she could not show her weakness in front of him, she did not scream while her father was kicking her.
Sara heard her mother say sorry and that it was all her mother's fault when she lay on hospital bed, she did not say a word to her mother, she hated her, not because her mother did not protect her, because her mother was too cowardice to take them away from the man who treated his wife and children as a trash. She believed that her mother would never disobeyed her father until the day her mother killed her father and that was a week before she turned to thirteen.
Those memories which she did not want to be remembered were sealed in a bottle by a cork, and she frequently insured that the memories were latched in to the bottle. Sara oftentimes felt uneasy and insecure at hospital, if said that she hated hospital rather than she was afraid of it. Maybe because she truly understood what her fear was, she even felt anxious.
Hospitals were the hand which tried to open the cork of her memory bottle.
Those unbearable memories.
Sara walked past a woman and a little boy who were holding hands and talking to each other in the entry of the Desert Palm Hospital. She heard the little boy beg to his mother for a new toy, a bitter smile flashed on her face.
Sara stopped in front of the front desk "Excuse me; I'm looking for a Miss Renne Mason, she was sent in at midnight."
Sara looked at that blond haired hair nurse staring at the computer screen, typing fast and moved the white mouse to search for the information then the nurse raised her head to see her. "Yes, there is a Renne Mason, and she is in the ICU. Are you her family? Miss?"
"No, I'm not." Sara lightly shook her head as she said.
"Then I'm afraid that you can't see Miss Mason now." The blond nurse said casually to Sara then turned back to her computer screen.
Sara handed over her ID to the nurse. "I'm Sara Sidle, from Las Vegas Crime Lab. I discovered Miss Mason was alive at a crime scene. I want to make sure she's fine."
"Oh, I see. Please wait a minute." The blond nurse picked up the phone on her desk desk, dialed three numbers then talked to a person at the other end.
Few minutes later, a black hair haired nurse walked towards them.
The blond stood as she spoke. "Nadia, Miss Sidle is from crime lab, she wants to see Renne Mason who was sent here around midnight, and I remember that she is your patient, so can you take Miss Sidle to see her?"
"Sure, I'm gonna check her condition now. Miss Sidle, please come with me." The black haired nurse gave Sara a smile, and then led the way.
Sara said her thank to the blond nurse then followed the other. A sorrow expression was showing on Sara's face when she would occasionally glanced a female patient who was wrapped in a bandage around her injured arm sat in a sickroom while they were walking down the hall. Sara tried to look straight down her road; they turned left, continued walking awhile, and then reached the ICU door. The nurse held the door and let Sara in first.
Miss Mason was lying on the bed; dancing blue curves showing on the EKG monitor became her heartbeat, ventilator and endotracheal tubes machines turned into her respiratory system. Seeing it through a big transparent glass, compassion emotion arose in Sara's mind.
"Miss Mason had an operation earlier and she's going to be fine. Just…her vocal cord was seriously hurt, so she will not speak again." The black haired nurse looked sadly at her patient.
Sara said nothing just stared at her victim. She sensed someone was entering the room and stopped a few steps away from her, but her sight never left what she was looking at.
The nurse nodded to that person then said. "Miss Sidle, this is doctor Vincent Lurie, he performed Miss Mason's surgery last night."
Sara froze as a statue when she heard the name.
TBC
A/N：Please let me know what you think of this chapter, and suggestions and advices are always welcome. Thanks for reading.