TITLE: Fatal Reunion

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Chapter 5

She felt so cold and tired. Trying to remember where she was. She began to panic trying to understand why she was in so much pain, and then it suddenly hit her. She felt something she never thought she would ever experience again, him. He was watching her, she could feel it. She desperately tried to open her eyes, frantic to see him, to be able to get lost in those blue orbs of his.

Grissom just stood there, still captivated by her face, unable to move. The only sounds were of the desperate voices of the paramedics attempting to save her. All he could make out was "rapid heartbeat" and "may need to intubate", and that the "air ambulance" was on its way.

Both Greg and Grissom stood there and gasped as the paramedic had to cut open her shirt, and revealed two entry wounds. Grissom first noticed one on the shoulder, then looking down, there was another. Carefully turning her on her side, the paramedic noted that both wounds were a through and through.

As they moved her carefully back so they could begin dressing the wounds, she opened her eyes suddenly, and they immediately locked with Grissom's.

"Hey" Sara said, croakily, letting out a sob, attempting to raise her hand to touch him, to prove to her that he was really there.

Grissom began moving closer to her, the paramedic's still working around him, moved slightly to let him in "Hi" he replied, slowly reaching out to touch her tear streaked face, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You…wai…waited for… me?" Sara quietly replied. The struggle she was having breathing, was evident in her voice.

Grissom reached for her hand, while his other hand was still cupping her face, wiping away the tears with his thumb. While the tears fell down his own cheeks, choking on his emotions "Sara…"

Suddenly she started gasping for breath, and coughing up blood. The paramedic's were removing his hand and placing a tube down her throat to help her to breathe, while suctioning out the blood before Grissom even acknowledged what was happening.

The horror on his face as he watched the fear in her eyes, before they glazed over and closed, their connection lost, maybe forever, but he was desperately hoping that it wouldn't be their last.

The sounds of the approaching helicopter brought Greg out of his trance. All he could do was watch in silence at the heart wrenching scene before him. Looking at Grissom "I'll go and show them in." he needed to get out of there, he couldn't break down in front of Grissom. He couldn't cope with the thought they might lose her.

Outside Greg approached the three paramedics that exited the air ambulance, "This way guys" Greg shouted, pointing in the direction he just came from.

Rushing inside the paramedics confirmed that Sara was stable enough to be moved. Placing her carefully onto a gurney, they readied her for her journey to Desert Palm Hospital.

One of the paramedics turned to Grissom, "She's stable at the moment, but critical. We have to get her to Desert Palm immediately."

Grissom still refused to let go of her hand, "I'm not leaving her. I'm coming with you." he replied, his eyes still glued to Sara's, waiting for her to wake again.

The paramedic replied, "Sir you can meet us..."

"Please don't let me leave her." Grissom pleaded with the paramedic. Looking up at him, "I…I can't let her go, please."

The paramedic took sympathy on Grissom, he could see how distraught he was, and understanding what he might be going through, he let out a breath. "It's against protocol, but I can see if the ride along trainee can come back with the ambulance."

Grissom looked up at the man and tried to smile, he couldn't. He couldn't in visage smiling ever again if he lost her. All he could do was say, "Thank you"

The paramedic continued, "The only condition is that you don't get in our way, you must stay in the front with the pilot, no matter what happens. Her life depends on us focusing on her, not trying to control you. Do I make myself clear?"

Grissom was about to argue, but thought better of it. He replied, "You won't even know I am there"

"Okay, let's get going." The paramedic shouted, and they started rushing off towards the ambulance.

Grissom turned to Greg, not finding any words, Greg just nodded and Grissom turned to rush to the helicopter, and in an instant they were on there way.

Still on the ground, Greg turned to Sofia, seeing that she was in shock. Walking over towards her, "Are you okay?" He asked reaching out to touch her arm, knowing that if she was pregnant, she needed to calm down.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," she replied in a daze.

"Hey, she's going to be okay. Okay?" He was concerned now, he needed Sofia to stay focused to help him process the scene before Catherine or Ecklie could get here.

"I've been such a bitch. Everyone must really hate me," she broke down, and fell sobbing into Greg's arms.

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter now. This is not about you. It's about Sara. We need to find the bastard that did this to her?"

Sofia still seeing Sara's blood soaked lifeless body, she replied, "Okay well let's work the scene."

Greg's cell phone began to ring, letting go of Sofia he answered "Sanders".

"Greg, what the hell happened? How is she?" Catherine was screaming down the phone.

Greg replied, "I don't know Catherine, I just don't know." He started crying. "I can't loose her Cath, She's like…like" he couldn't continue.

Catherine, trying to control her own emotions, "Listen Greg, Nick and Warrick are with me, were on our way, we should be there in about ten minutes."

"Okay, see you in ten," was all Greg could reply.

"You going to be okay? I can stay on the line." Catherine asked, still concerned. 'It must have been hell for him finding her.' She thought.

"Yeah I'm okay, just in shock I think, you know. See you soon." Greg ended the call and slumped to the ground, unable to comprehend what was happening.

It didn't seem like ten minutes when Warrick's SUV came screeching into the parking bays at the crime scene.

Jumping out as soon as the vehicle had stopped, Catherine started looking around, and that's when she spotted Greg, slumped against a wall, head in his hands. Shuddering as she noticed how much blood was on him, not just blood, Sara's blood.

Sitting down next to him she took his hand in hers, unsure of what to say to him, "Greg? You okay?"

"No Catherine, I'm not okay, I found her. She…she..." he couldn't continue, he broke down again, and Catherine took him in her arms.

"She's a fighter Greg, she's strong and stubborn, she'll pull through; she has too." Catherine replied, trying to reassure him.

"You should have seen her Cath, every time I think of her; all I can see is her lying there bleeding…I can't even remember her smile anymore Cath, I can't. What if we lose her…and that's all I can remember about her?" Not giving her a chance to reply, "You should have seen Griss, it was like his whole world was ripped apart. How can he show her so much emotion now, when she can't even see it…Catherine how could he….how could he treat her the way that he has?" They were both crying now, and they couldn't stop.

Nick and Warrick approached them, after hearing the last sentence, unsure of what to do. Warrick spoke up, "Sorry Catherine, what do you want us to do?" Trying desperately to think about work, he was holding on to his emotions which were impossible, as the tears in his eyes threatened to escape.

Nick jumped in with a shaky voice "How is she, does anyone know?"

Greg looked up "Griss left with her about ten, fifteen minutes ago. I haven't heard anything more." Looking back at Catherine, "Catherine I can't do this, I can't process the scene, I found her, I cannot do this not knowing how she is. What if she dies...I've got to go to the hospital".

Catherine gave him another hug, "Okay Greg, you go. But we need your clothes first, for us to process. Nick got some from your locker before we left the lab."

All Greg could do was nod his head.

Catherine continued, "If you go with Nick, he will sort you out, and he will see if one of those guys can take you, okay. Will you let us know how she is?"

Again all he could do was nod, Catherine wasn't even sure if he was listening anymore. "Were going to start processing the scene and we will get there as soon as we can. Send her our love when you see her," and with that, Catherine started getting to work, trying to find out what had happened to one of their own.

In the depths of the alley way behind the warehouse, unknown to everyone, Laura Sidle stood slumped against the wall holding her side. Flinching as she removed her blood soaked shirt, to reveal that she was wearing a bullet proof vest. Placing her shirt on the ground she gasped in pain. Removing the vest she noticed that the blood on her vest was not just from the blood pouch, but from where the bullet must have grazed her side. Rolling up her shirt to cover the wound, ensuring she wouldn't leave a blood trail, she slowly made her way away from the scene. Leaving her discarded vest she had forgotten, on the ground.

TBC

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