Here's the next chap, guys! Thanx for the reviews! Next chap should be up by monday latest. Love Dip
I still own nothing (sigh)
"There is no way that Grissom is our perp."
"Well, it was his print and DNA. I don't believe it either, but who else could it be?"
"I dunno, the husband? Look, I just know it wasn't Grissom. I mean, just say it was him…he would have been smart enough to wear latex gloves, and to know not to sneeze on the weapon. Which, I might point out, was left at the scene by someone careless or stupid or BOTH, and as stupid as he is around Sara, Grissom is smart enough to know to take the murder weapon, if he has a motive, means and opportunity, NONE of which he has at the moment. We just have the print and the DNA, which could've been planted. I reckon the wife was cheating on the husband, and he found out, so he killed her."
"And Grissom's print? Not to mention the DNA. Be reasonable Catherine"
"I don't know, Warrick, I just don't think it was Grissom. I just know it wasn't."
"I hope you're right Catherine"
Grissom could see Sara. Not the Sara that was wounded and dying, the happy, healthy, alive Sara that he had, against his will, come to care for more than anyone else. He could see her, but it was a younger her, a her that was about sixteen years old. But he had never seen this Sara before, so how could he remember her? Then it hit him, and he knew why could see these memories. He knew that in the room next to him, Sara was seeing the same thing. These weren't his thoughts. They were Sara's. But he couldn't see the pictures anymore, they were just flashes of colour, but he could sense the mood of the young woman in them. Happy, Sad, Angry, Depressed, and then, finally, hurt. At that moment, pain like he hadn't felt in years shot through his body. Again, he knew that next door, Sara was going through the same pain. Suddenly, he knew it was very important that he was awake, so he forced himself into consciousness. He woke up and quickly struggled to press the button for the nurse. She came, running.
"What is it?"
"Next door. Sara…trouble" He managed groggily. The nurse frowned, and felt his forehead. Impatiently, he brushed her hand aside. "Not…me." He gasped. "Sara." He said again as wave after wave of terrible pain shot through him, like a red hot iron rod. "SARA" He said again. The nurse frowned again, but left the room, figuring that she would just leave to calm him down, check on Sara, and then come back and convince him that he was okay. As she walked into the next room however, she ran to the bedside, stifling a scream. Quickly, she pressed the emergency call button on the side of Sara's bed, then leant over to check her pulse. Three doctors came rushing in, and upon seeing the state of her, sprang into action. One ran for more help, another instructed the nurse as to what medication to go and get, and the third studied the heart monitor with a single minded focus. The next few minutes were hell for Grissom, who was lying there in the next bed. All he could do was hear the noise and confusion from the next door. He heard someone yell "Clear" a couple of times, and then the pain in him began to subside. A wave of calmness swept over him as he felt the pain leave. Sara was going to be okay. He knew that as the pain subsided in him, it subsided in Sara as well. She was going to be okay…this time.
Half an hour later, Dr Newing came in, with a grave face. This face, however, also carried a hint of relief. Just then, Grissom noticed the four figures standing behind her.
"Hi guys" He managed weakly. Catherine, Warrick, Nick and Greg all smiled tentatively back at him.
"Mr Grissom, Elle told me what happened. She said you called her and told her that Sara was in trouble. When she walked in next door, Ms Sidle's heart and breathing was failing, but thanks to her quick action we have Ms Sidle stabilised again." Weakly, Grissom nodded his head. "Mr Grissom, how did you know that she was in trouble?"
"I could…feel it."
"Do you mean you just knew that she was in pain? A sixth sense maybe?" Grissom shook his head
"I could feel it…so much pain, so much, burning my body." He said, his eyes closed.
"You could literally feel pain? That's how you knew she was in trouble? You could feel it too?" This time, Grissom didn't shake his head. Slowly, he nodded. Catherine gasped. "Did you have any trouble breathing?" Grissom shook his head again.
"When I was asleep, I could see her thoughts. I could see everything that she could see. Then I could feel everything she could feel…" He stopped dead still, poised as if listening, but a strange glazed look in his eyes. "She's awake." He murmured.
When Catherine walked in next door, she looked at Sara in shock. The other woman was pale and weak, she had lost infinite amounts of weight, and the cuts, scratches and bruises all over her face made her look…not even human. Catherine stared, unable to say a word. Slowly, Sara's eyes opened, and widened when she finally focused on the woman in front of her. She was unable to talk or move, but Catherine could tell from her eyes that Sara recognised her. "Hello Sara." Catherine said, softly. "Grissom told us you were awake." A look of confusion flashed through Sara's eyes, and Catherine answered her unvoiced question. "He's in the room next to you. He was on the X-Scream and it derailed. He ended up in here, unconscious. "He's been worried sick about you. He'll come in to see you once he's been discharged…but I think it'll be a while yet because of what happened…this morning." Again, confusion crossed Sara's features. "You didn't feel it? I guess not. You were unconscious after all. Anyway, he woke up and called the nurse. He told her you were in trouble. She didn't believe him, but came in here to check on you to calm him down. When she came in your heart was failing and you weren't breathing. A few more minutes and you would've been gone." Another look crossed Sara's features then, and it took a while for Catherine to decipher it, but when she did, the other woman gasped. Pain. "Pain?" She asked so quietly is was almost like breathing . The look on Sara's face was conformation enough. "Sara, Grissom felt the pain too. Physically the doctors can't find anything wrong with him, but he could feel it, almost as badly as you could. That's what I think any way. That's how he knew you were in trouble. He could feel it too. About twenty seconds ago he told us you were awake. So I come running in here and it turns out that you are! Sara, he also said he could see your thoughts. Since Eddie died I've stopped believing in soul mates and that sort of thing, but Sara…I honestly believe that you and Grissom have something unbreakable. It's like…I don't know, like you're connected by something that words could never say. There's not enough time in the world to express what you have in words, but it's so powerful that it knocks us all over. I thought I loved Eddie, but now I've see how much he cares about you Sara, and I've realised that I had nothing, compared to what Grissom has for you. I know this won't mean much coming from me, but he really loves you Sara. The last couple of days have really shown that to him. " And with that, Catherine left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.
The next day, Grissom was discharged from the hospital. Sara was in as critical condition as ever, but Grissom had improved, so the hospital decided he could go, so long as he came in daily for check ups. Of course, now he was free to see Sara. The doctors were being cautiously optimistic about Sara. She was slowly improving and her body was healing. It would be a long time before she was well again though. As soon as Grissom was discharged, he went to see Sara. As he walked in to the room, a lone tear fell down his cheek.
"Sara, I'm so sorry." And with that, Grissom slumped down the single chair next to her bed, and his head fell into his hands. "This is all my fault…if you had died…" He knew that for now, that would have to do. Another word and he knew he'd have an emotional breakdown, so instead he reached out and placed his hand over her smaller, much paler one.
At that moment, as she looked into his eyes, she understood completely. She could see everything in those eyes. Those bright blue, usually expressionless eyes. Usually they were blank, but occasionally he'd let the shadow of an emotion flash through them. This was no shadow. There was only one emotion in his eyes now, and he wasn't trying to hide it. Love. Catherine had said it, but Sara hadn't really believed her, as Catherine was well aware. But Sara had no choice now. She had to believe this. Those eyes, like dark blue bottomless pools, didn't lie. And now they were screaming one thing. Love. Just then, Grissom must have sensed that she could see through him, because he got up and walked towards the door. As his hand was turning the handle, he stopped, and turned.
"I love you Sara." And then he was gone.
