Chapter 10

Magenta Skies

As Grissom sipped his tea, he had more questions than answers. It had been nearly twenty four hours since his therapy session and he remembered every word he had spoken. The doctor told him he would start to feel better and more alert, neither had occurred. He still felt Sara's presence and he still knew in his heart that their love was real. In couple of minutes he would begin another therapy session, which he knew would not help his situation. He needed to get out of the cabin and closer to her.

As Grissom finished his breakfast, Catherine asked the doctor for a lowdown on Grissom's odds at a full recovery.

"It's hard to say whether or not he will recover. I didn't realize he was hallucinating voices and images as well." The doctor sighed, as he looked through a medical journal in the living room.

Catherine took a seat across from him.

"What is the significance of the sky in Grissom's memory? It said in Grissom's hospital file that he had been seeing images of purple as well. What does this all mean?" Catherine whispered.

Somehow Grissom was able to make out the conversation, even from a lengthy distance. He continued to appear fascinated with his tea as he listened in with his back turned to the room.

"I have never heard of such symbolism in a hallucination. In this case, the color has a personal significance to the hallocinatee, one I will never figure out. The answer to the purple is in Grissom's subconscious, he would have to search himself to figure it out. As for the voices he is hearing 'in the sky', perhaps he could be referring to God?" Mauve questioned.

Catherine shook her head.

"No, Grissom has never been religious." She exclaimed, as she looked over at Grissom across the room.

"Catherine I hate to tell you this, but we may have to bring him to an institution as soon as possible. There is only so much I can do for him. We'll try another session, but if there is no improvement, I would suggest taking him tonight. As I said, brain injuries of this kind have to be attended to right away." Mauve, pat Catherine on the back, before heading to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Grissom's head spun at the thought of being confined and not being able to get to the truth. He knew something was wrong, Sara had to remember. He refused to believe he was going insane and stayed with the belief that everything had to return to normal.

"You shouldn't listen in on other people's conversations Dr. Grissom. Many believe ease dropping to be rude." The doctor smiled, as Grissom's mind raced for an explanation.

Feeling a sense of adrenaline rush through his body, Grissom leapt from his seat and ran into the living room.

"How could you know that I heard you?" Grissom demanded.

"What are you talking about? I never spoke to you." The doctor calmly exclaimed. Catherine already felt alarmed at Grissom's sudden hostility.

"Don't play with me. It's all you, isn't it? You're trying to make me look even more crazy, to take me to that institution! What do you know? Did you do this to me?" Grissom yelled, not being able to rationalize one thought running through his brain.

"Dr. Grissom, I assure you I am not doing anything to you or playing with your mind. And we're not taking you away anywhere." The doctor let out a flat chuckle at the thought, while Catherine still looked worried.

"Liar! You both must know the truth. What happened to Sara? Why doesn't she remember me? Is she experiencing FMS as well and believes Max is her husband? Did that bastard play along with it? I have a right to know!" Grissom screamed out the last few words, and was starting to become more and more, light headed.

"Feeling dizzy? You shouldn't have left her alone at that party Dr. Grissom." The doctor laughed.

Grissom felt all the blood drain from his face as a memory from yesterday flooded back into his mind.

"You shouldn't have left her alone. You always knew you would lose her to someone else. He's younger too. You think she would have stayed with you forever. Once your novelty wore off, she would have eventually moved on. And then where would you be then? You'd be in the same position now. Hurt and alone."

Grissom allowed a faint smirk to pierce his lips as he finally figured out a gap in the doctor's logic.

"If there was never a relationship between Sara and me, how did you know about the party? How did you know that I left her alone and that she flirted with Max?" Grissom pressed, as he moved closer to the doctor and Catherine.

"I never said such a thing!" The doctor yelled.

"Yes you did. And just now you told me I shouldn't have left her alone." Grissom moved closer to where the doctor was sitting. Catherine stood frozen, unable to comment as she watched Grissom grow more and more insane.

"I have hardly said a thing since you came into the room! Catherine, tell him!" Mauve looked at Catherine as Grissom loomed overtop of him.

"Grissom he has never said any of those things!" Catherine exclaimed, as she walked over to Grissom and tried to calm him down. As soon as he felt her arms on his back he shot them away.

"You're both liars!" Grissom screamed once more as he felt himself suddenly become dizzy.

In the distance he heard Mauve yell to Catherine to find some restraints. Catherine announced that he was being taken to the institution right away.

Suddenly he slowly began to feel himself fall to the floor.

His landing didn't even hurt; in fact his dizziness was starting to fade as his eyes began to close. Gradually he stopped feeling the hardwood floor beneath him, and began to hear crying in the distance.

When he opened his eyes he nearly leapt out of his skin.

Right in front of him was Sara, looking in rather bad shape as she tried to wipe away her tears.

"I love you, I hope you know that." Sara sobbed.

"Sara? You know who I am? You love me…?" The confusion built up further as he noticed he was in a room that was completely white. He couldn't see anything else around him- except for Sara.

Was he dead?

As Sara knelt down beside him and looked into his eyes, he knew his love for her was real. Once this realization hit him he felt his head grow dizzy once more as his whole body tingled, and Sara faded to black.

"Grab his arms before he wakes up!" The doctor hissed as he continued to hold Grissom on the floor. As Grissom regained consciousness, the love he felt for Sara grew stronger and he knew he was not living a lie.

Something wasn't right.

Could he have experienced a memory of him in the hospital? Maybe Sara had visited him while he was still recovering.

But how can she not remember?

"Grissom open your eyes, we know you're awake. Stop trying to cling onto the past start thinking about the present! She isn't real. You were just hallucinating!' Mauve yelled as he continued to hold Grissom down on the floor.

He had to escape all of the madness and find her once more.

"You can let me go, I'm not an infant!" Grissom replied, his voice slightly muffled, as his head remained pressed against the floor.

"Gil you know why I have to do this right? It's for your own good." Catherine tried to hold back any emotion. It was partially his own fault for his predicament; he should have never stolen that hospital file. He should have never gone on an insane quest to confront a woman who only lived within his dreams.

"I know Cath, I completely understand. I know I need help, please just let me get up and get some air." Grissom let his false statement hang in the air and he felt the adrenaline surge through his body, when the grasp on his back was released.

Grissom slowly got up in order to play out his plan of action in his head. He needed to know where he was in order to escape; he could be in the middle of Siberia for all he knew.

"Can you at least inform me where we are, so I will know the distance we will have to travel to the institution?" Grissom calmly asked, hiding any emotion of fear.

Catherine and Mauve seemed taken aback from Grissom's sudden change in behavior.

However, Mauve was quick to catch on. He always seemed to know what Grissom was thinking.

"Look who's lying now. You just want to know where you are so you can plan your escape. There is no way in hell you're going to go to that institution quietly." Mauve grinned while Catherine seemed to stare at Grissom with no apparent interest.

Mauve started to close in on Grissom and Catherine followed his lead. It seemed as if Catherine was under Mauve's spell as she tried to back Grissom in the corner of the living room.

Luckily for Grissom the door to the outside world was very close, it was just across the room.

He had to get out of here.

"Isn't it funny how you always know what I'm thinking?" Grissom grinned as he waited for the doctor's response.

"Isn't it strange that you hear voices every night, and desire a woman who does not exist? You really do need help, and we're going to give it to you, whether you co-operate or not." Mauve reached out to Grissom to try to restrain him once more, but Grissom anticipate the attack. His fist swiftly made a smooth course into Mauve's chest, allowing him to run free.

As Grissom made his way to the door, a sudden click stopped him in his tracks.

"Don't move Gil. I don't want to do this, but you're leaving me with no choice." Catherine exclaimed as her hands shook in shock.

"I'd rather die, than stay in an institution to treat a disease I don't have. When I blacked out on the floor I saw her Cath. While unconscious for the first time I felt as if the world suddenly made sense. I had a new memory and it was of her. She was at my side when I was in the hospital. I know she loves me." Gil admitted, not caring what Catherine thought of him.

"Listen to me Gil, those are all false memories. You have to come to terms with that fact, or else you will allow yourself to do things you may regret." Catherine walked within a mere foot as to where Grissom was standing in the doorway. Her gun was still pointing at him, and she still appeared as if she would use the weapon if he tried to escape.

"Tell me where we are, you know that I'm not going to stay here." Grissom demanded.

"I'm not giving you anything Gil, you're coming with me and there will be no negotiations." Catherine was about to lower her weapon, until Grissom jolted forward and in one fast move he kicked her gun out of her hand. To make Grissom's point even more clear, he pulled out a sharp letter opener he had stolen one morning from the kitchen table, and pointed it at Catherine.

"No one is getting in my way, is that clear? How can I be so sure to trust you when my gut is telling me to run? Something isn't right and I'm going to find out what it is. If you follow me I will not be responsible for my actions. Just so we're clear, we're no longer friends, but foes." Grissom ran out of the house as fast as he could and was bombarded with a sharp noise resonating within his head.

The beep grew louder and louder, which sent him to the ground.

The grass felt like cotton, which was an unexplainable sensation. His body felt as if it were floating on silk rather than the coarse sensation of dirt.

As the beep grew louder that is when he felt his whole body jolt in pain. He no longer saw the cabin or the vast forest. He could only see purple.

Magenta swirls of color dotted behind his eyes as he heard the voices once more.

"Grissom?...Can you hear me?"

The words repeated in his mind and he was finally able to decipher who was saying them.

"Sara?"

That is when his eyes opened and all of the shades of purple disappeared.

As he slowly became aware of his environment, there was one question he kept on repeating in his mind. Why was he bleeding?