DISCLAIMER:Don't own it... No money made... Just for fun and enjoyment.
SUMMARY: Sequel to Displacement. The CSI team and their recently hired coroner Stephanie are back to work solving cases, sharing companionship and generally making their way through the dire world of criminal investigation with humor and friendship... This one will show the development of the relationship between Grissom and Sara and there should be some other surprises down the road as well. Romance/Drama/Angst/Mature Situations
RATING: M for Mature - I'm starting this one out at "M", since we won't be waiting quite so long for the smut this time out ;) Also, there is a sprinkling of language throughout the story.
A/N: In case you hadn't guessed... I really like Jim Brass :D And I was beyond relieved when he survived the season finale. Here is another little glimpse at the wonderfulness that is Brass. :D
REVIEWS: I am always looking for ways to improve my writing, and your reviews let me know if I am hitting my mark. Thank you in advance for the time you take to read & review this story.
Chapter 39
The countdown to removing the epinephrine had begun. Brass knew Grissom would not be in any position to drive or even to leave the hospital, so he took it on his own shoulders to head out to the airport to pick up Stephanie's mother and her husband. They were both arriving at the airport at approximately the same time, and Brass knew they would want to get to the hospital as soon as they landed at McCarran, so on his way to the airport he got permission from the sheriff to use lights and sirens to get them there. It was a small gesture, but it was all he had.
As he made his way down Paradise Road he merged over to the middle lanes until he saw those familiar yellow triangles pointing him to the passenger pick-up area. Just before he got to the arrival's deck, he put his police placard on the dash and flipped on his emergency lights to show the airport security personnel that he was not just any yayhoo trying to cop a free parking spot in the loading zone.
The officer on duty walked up to his car as he pulled up to the curb, and asked, "What's going on, Captain?" The uniformed officer leaned down to look into the window at Brass.
He recognized the officer from a scene a few weeks ago, and figured the guy had ticked someone off to end up pulling airport duty. "You heard about the doc?" The officer nodded solemnly, "Yeah, so I'm gettin' the husband and the mother."
"Good call." The officer nodded again and stood up straight. "Just wave me and I'll clear the aisle for you when you're ready." Brass regarded the man with a nod and sat there waiting for his first passenger.
He did not have to wait for long. From out of the first door, he watched as two lost souls came out onto the platform. Thomas had his mother-in-law by the arm and another man walked just behind them with several bags. Brass got out of his side of the car and started off toward the new arrivals. Stephanie's mother was the first to recognize him and she turned back to Thomas to tell him. By the time he had reached the trio, they were all facing him.
"Captain Brass." The woman was gracious, even in the face of unbelievable adversity.
"My car's right over here." Thomas had not uttered a word, and that was when Brass realized that he was not comforting his mother-in-law, so much as she was holding him together.
The third man came up to Brass and held out a hand. "Captain… I'm Dr. Fraser. Where can I put these?"
Jim keyed the trunk release on his car and pointed to it, "Right over here." The third man walked past him, and he waited for Elizabeth and Thomas to move toward the car.
Dr. Fraser stowed the bags and Brass opened the back door for the other two and they slid in on the one side; neither having said another word. Brass walked around the back of the car and found the doctor on the phone. "Right… So, you're backing the epi down now?... Okay, call me with any changes… We should be there shortly…" The doctor put a hand on Brass' arm to stop him from continuing to the driver's side. "Police escort… Thanks." The man closed his phone and faced Brass. "Thank you for doing this… The kid's falling apart."
"Yeah, well, it's not much." Brass shrugged away from the doctor's gratitude.
"Well, time is critical in these things, so it is something… Thomas is my resident, so I'm shouldering a little of the blame for having him at the conference." Brass finally understood why the man was there. "I've been in contact with the hospital the whole time, so they won't have to explain anything to Thomas, or her mother. They know."
Brass nodded. "If only they knew what to do."
