Hi! Here's the next chap. R&R! oh and i still dont own anything...
"Gil Grissom and Catherine Willows?" Startled, Catherine looked up.
"Yes. Is Sara going to be okay?"
"At the moment, we can't be sure. She hasn't stabilised and her blood pressure's dropped. Her chances are not improving. We have her hooked up to life support now, but I'm afraid that you won't be able to see her for at least the next twenty four hours" The doctor said, answering Grissom's unspoken question. "I suggest you go home and have a sleep and come back around this time tomorrow. You may be able to see her then."
"Thankyou, Doctor." Came Catherine's crisp voice. Grissom couldn't speak. His head fell into his hands and he slumped forward.
"Come on Grissom." Came a soothing voice in his ear. "I'll take you home"
Two hours later, when he had failed for the umpteenth time to fall asleep, Grissom got up and, with a sigh, grabbed his keys and wallet and headed for the X-Scream.
He knew he wasn't awake, but he also knew that the thoughts he was having were completely conscious. He was dimly aware of sirens and screams around him, and he could just barely feel the heavy weight of the rollercoaster car on top of him. He knew he was floating somewhere between unconsciousness and consciousness, but he didn't really care whether his body lived or died. His soul and spirit were already gone. Gone, along with the hope of ever seeing Sara again. Pictures were flashing before his eyes, and they were all of her. He saw her as she was when he first met her, he saw her in pain, and in happiness, he saw his jealousy when she was with Hank. Although he yearned with every fibre of his being for her to be okay, he knew, deep down, that she probably wouldn't be. And on that thought, Grissom lost consciousness.
He woke up to the sounds of beeps, and calm voices. His eyelids felt like lead, and he didn't try to pry them open. He just listened. He knew he was in the hospital, something about the smell of the place told him he was. He also knew that he was dead inside. Without her, he couldn't live. If she died, he knew he would too.
"Shhh, I think he's waking up!" Whispered a voice near his head. He couldn't place it, but he knew he'd heard that voice before. Groggily, he forced his eyes open, and Nick's face swam into view.
"Hey man, you gave us quite a scare!"
"Yeah, what the hell happened?" Came a second voice, as Warrick came into his line of vision. Grissom managed just a slight shake of his head. "Okay man, we'll go, but Catherine wants to see you" He moved his head up and down once, to signal 'okay'. The other two men nodded and left the room.
"Hi there. Good to see you're awake. You sure had us worried!" Said Catherine, as she walked in the door.
"What happened to me?" Grissom managed to croak.
"The X-Scream derailed. It rolled and you were trapped under the car. By the time they got you out, you were unconscious. The doctor says you can go home soon, they just want to keep you for a few hours for observation." Grissom gave a weak nod.
"Sara?" He asked, dreading the answer.
"Still the same, although she's stabilised a little bit. She's tough Grissom, she'll pull through. Doctor says if she continues to stabilise at the rate that she is now, we should be able to see her tomorrow. She's doing well, Grissom, as much as the odds were against her, she's still alive, and slowly recovering. In the meantime, you can stay right here for observation. I'll be back to see you in a few hours." Grissom nodded again. Catherine turned to leave.
"Catherine?" She turned back to him.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." She smiled, and on that note, she left the room.
Three hours later, Dr Newing walked in to see Grissom
"Okay Dr Grissom, I can't let you go until tomorrow, we're obliged to keep you here under observation." Meekly, Grissom nodded in response.
"How's Sara?"
"Well, she's improved ever so slightly, but still completely dependant on the life support we have hooked up to her." He nodded again.
"Can I see her?"
"Well, she's actually in the room next to you, but you can't see her until you're discharged."
"Okay."
Back at the lab, Warrick and Catherine were pouring over the evidence for the case Grissom and Sara had been working on.
"Catherine?"
"Yeah?"
"I got a print and DNA!"
"Really? Go give it to Greg." Warrick ran down the hall and skidded to a stop outside Greg's lab. He walked in quickly.
"Hey man, how's it goin'?"
"Never mind Greg, just tell me who this print belongs to, and make it snappy!"
"Okay, okay." Quickly, he loaded it the print into AFIS and the DNA into CODIS and fired the machines up. He stood and went to collect the printouts.
"Hey Warrick? Whose print and DNA were you expecting to get?
"Why?"
"Because I'm pretty sure you didn't want Grissom's."
"Grissom?"
"Yeah" he said after looking at the printout again. "This is definitely Grissom's print. And the DNA matches. One in ten billion chance that it's not Grissom's. Where did you find them?"
"On the murder weapon." The two men looked at each other in shock. Warrick took the printouts from Greg and strode up the hall, back to Catherine.
"Well?"
"Grissom. This is Grissom's print, and his DNA too!"
"No way! But we found those on the murder weapon!"
"I know. I think we need to go and talk to Grissom." As they were walking towards the doors, Greg met them in the hallway.
"Hey guys, I identified the vic Mrs. Vanessa Jones. Female Caucasian aged 47. Wife of a Mr Frank Jones."
"Thanks Greg." Catherine muttered distractedly, taking the sheet of paper from him. She and Warrick walked out the doors and got into the Tahoe.
"Time to pay our boss a visit." Said Warrick in a grim voice, without the barest hint of a smile.
"Hi guys." Grissom said gloomily from his bed as they walked into the room. "How's the investigation going?"
"That's what we wanted to talk to you about, actually." Warrick replied. "Grissom, why is your fingerprint and DNA on the murder weapon?" Grissom's eyes widened.
"What?"
"Your print and DNA are on the murder weapon Grissom." Catherine repeated slowly. "Why?"
"I don't know. I had latex gloves on when I touched that weapon. There's no reason for my print OR my DNA to be on that knife."
"Maybe not, but they're there all the same." Grissom slumped back on to the pillows. Warrick took this as a signal to the end of the conversation, so he and Catherine said goodbye and left. Grissom was left to his own thoughts. Suddenly, as panic took over, he fell back, hitting his head on the bed side table and blacking out.
