Lifeline
Chapter 1
"I'm pregnant, Grissom."
"Hm?"
"I am Preg-nant."
"..."
"Your not happy?"
"...I'm shocked."
"Your not happy."
"No no...I'm just...shocked."
"..."
"Sara."
"Sara. Don't go. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry, Griss."
"Sara. Please. Just give me time."
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"Sara. I'm Home."
"Hi."
"I'm sorry about earlier. I'm happy about the baby."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes, I'm just scared."
"So am I."
"You have nothing to be scared off, you'll be a great mother."
"And you won't be a great father?"
"Well. I'm old... I won't be able to keep up with the kid."
"And why is that such a big deal?"
"..."
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That was the first thing he recalled after returning from the black abyss. Though this had been eight months prior. He had gotten better. Well more confident in the fact that he could actually do this. Sara was wonderful as always, even with her hormones going wacky with the strange foods and even stranger hours.
Then this had to happen. He didn't even know how he got in this bloody mess, but it was a hole that would destory everything he had going good in his life. Finally the pain started to come back, and the weight of the shelves on top of him. Why did he have to have so many shelves in his office!
He pried his eyes open on pure will to find his office a mess. The intruder had came when no one else was in the vacinity, just him. The night supervisor couldn't even recall how the intruder had managed to overpower him, and make a wreck of his office.
All he knew now was the sticky liquid also known as blood was making its' way up his throat into the base of his mouth. The nausea from his wounds had a dizzying affect. The crimson liquid was also making its way to the floor, by force of gravity, from his torso. To be more specific a knife was lodged between the 3rd and 4th rib down from his neck base, poking its way through into his right lung. The blade was still there, and was actually posing to some use. It acted as a slight barrier from him loosing too much blood. The other problem that had so conveniantly presented itself was the fact that he was trapped under one of his many shelves. The top of the shelf now lay on his shoulderblades, the weight from the metal shelf was crushing his chest slowly by the mere pressure.
He kept the side of his face resting on the floor of his office as he strained to keep watching the door for anyone that could help him. No one was coming though.
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Jim and Nick were just returning from a scene when they passed Grissoms' office. Jim casually glanced over, expecting to find his old friend sitting in the office, doing anything BUT the paperwork he needed to do as supervisor.
That was not what he saw though. From a quick glance, it looked like utter chaos, he stopped then and did a double take. Brass was in shock to see everything within the office was fallen over.
He moved to the door and pulled it open. What he saw was something he would never forget. His oldest collegue, friend, the one who is his medical proctor if anything were to happen to him; on the floor, shelve covering everything from his shoulderblades down. He hadn't even realized Nick was gawking behind him in shock.
"Nick get some help. Now!" Brass got his cool back just enough to nearly shout an order to Nick, who had sprinted off down the CSI lab hallway half way through what Brass was saying. Jim then moved cautiously over to the fallen man and knelt down to his side.
Grissoms' eyes were just slightly open, weither he was with it nor not was something for a moment later. Jim quickly checked for a pulse and found a weak one, he then saw blood leaking out from the very edges of the shelf, meaning Gil was bleeding somewhere underneath the shelf, and bleeding badly.
"Gil. Can you hear me?" He tried to get the scientist to answer him, but the facial expression didn't change. He was deathly pale, and a slight line of blood lay from his mouth down to the side of his face and dripped slowly to the floor.
"You're going to be fine." Jim said this more for himself, thinking somewhere deep down his friend would hear him. He then proceeded to try and lift the shelf off his friend. He didn't take in the fact that he had knowledge somewhere within his mind that he had helped Grissom move this shelf into the office in the first place so many years back, the thing was very heavy. Though this didn't stop Jim from trying. His friend was dying, and he had to do something.
TBC