I Do Not Own CSI
BANG! BANG! BANG!
That was the sound Jim Brass heard from his perch in the kitchen where he was dusting for prints.
"What the Hell," he said, already moving towards the back door. Opening it, Jim Brass saw a sight that would haunt him for a long time, Gil Grissom laying on the ground not moving.
"Gil, Gil, Gil!" Jim yelled running over to him, placing his hands on either side of his face.
"Gil buddy, come on wake up. This is Jim Brass, I need an ambulance at 832 Westway Dr. in Henderson, officer down, I repeat officer down," he yelled into the radio as the other officers came running towards the pair.
"Come on Gil, wake up," he said, looking to see where the three bullet wounds were, one in the leg, one in the abdomen and one in the shoulder.
"Hurtts," Gil said, opening his eyes slightly.
"I know but you've got to stay awake, the ambulance is on its way. Metcalf, go get some more gauze and packing to help try and stop the bleeding," he ordered at the remaining cop who was standing there in shock as the two others ran to try and track down the assailant.
"Yes sir"
"Come on buddy, don't close your eyes. Stay with me."
"Saaraa," he slurred.
"She's here. I'll call her as soon as we're at the hospital, I promise."
"Tell her…"
"No Gil, no goodbyes, not yet and not like this. If you have something to tell her, you say it to her face."
"Love her, Jim"
"I know, buddy. Listen, hear that, sirens, ambulance is here," he said as Gil went limp in his arms, the blood loss spreading around them profusely.
"No Gil, stay awake, come on wake up damn it!"
"Over here, we're over here, hurry," Jim called to the paramedics.
"He's got three gunshot wounds, leg, shoulder and abdomen. He's lost a lot of blood. We need to get to the hospital!"
"That we do, Marcus, get some packing on this and then we're going to roll him on the gurney. We don't have time to stabilize him, he's lost too much blood," the paramedic ordered.
"One, Two, Three, roll, ok let's go."
"I'm coming with you," Jim said, hopping in the back of the ambulance with them and closing the doors.
"Got a line, Darren"
"Good, concentrate on keeping pressure on these wounds, we have to keep him from losing too much more blood. My guess is he's already lost close to three pints."
"How much longer to the hospital," Jim asked.
"Not long, couple more minutes. Can you please hold this one on his leg so I can keep more pressure on his abdomen," Darren asked as Jim placed his hands on Gil's leg.
"Heart rate is dropping"
"So is his pulse, get the paddles ready."
"Come on, Gil, stay with us!"
"Flat line, we have to shock him. On the count of three, hands off, one, two three."
Jim flinched as Gil's body was shocked.
"Still no heart beat"
"Again" Gil's body jumped again.
"Again!" Darren shouted
Beep, beep, beep
"Ok, we got him back but not for long, how long until we get to the hospital?"
"Coming in now," the driver called out.
"What have we got," the doctor asked as the doors opened.
"Gunshot wounds to the shoulder, abdomen and leg. I think it's the femoral artery. We had to shock him three times to get his heart back," said the paramedic as he ran beside Gil.
"Sir, you can't go back there," a nurse said to Jim.
"That's my best friend"
"I'm sorry, sir, let the doctors here work and we'll come talk to you as soon as we know anything," she said, turning Jim around.
"You idiot, I'm going to kick your ass if you die, Gil," Jim said with a final glance as he went to the front desk.
"Can I use the phone, please," Jim asked. The front desk nurse gave him a funny look.
"What!"
"Sir, you have blood all over you," she said, making Jim finally look at himself. Gil's blood was everywhere, hands, shirt, pants, face, everywhere.
"Sir, are you injured?"
"No, no, not my blood," he mumbled, looking at his hands.
"Do you want a change of clothes, sir?"
"After I'm processed, I'm evidence. Can I please use your phone now?"
"Sure"
"Jim, thank God! I heard the call, is everything alright," Catherine asked.
"No, it's Gil and it's not good."
"Oh God, is he…"
"No, at least not yet"
"Where are you?"
"Desert Palms, Cath, bring your kit and get here and send someone over to the scene."
"Why do I need my kit at the hospital?"
"To process me"
"On my way, Jim, I'll get the guys. Should I call anyone for Gil?"
"Got it covered, Catherine," Jim said hanging up, taking a deep breath as he picked up the phone to call Sara.
"Ello," came the groggy reply.
"Sara"
"Yes, who's this?"
"Jim Brass"
"What's wrong?"
"You need to get to Desert Palms Hospital as fast as you can."
"Jim, what happened," Sara said, already pulling on her pants and looking for her shirt.
"Gil was shot and it's serious. He wanted me to call you, you have his POA, right?"
"Am I going to need to use it," Sara chocked out.
"I hope not, Sara," was all Jim said before he hung up.
"Jim" Catherine said coming into the ER, Nick and Warrick tailing along behind her.
"OH man, is that all…" Nick said looking as Jim.
"Gil's blood, yes"
"Have you heard anything yet," Warrick asked.
"No, nothing yet. They had to shock him three times in the ambulance, it's bad," Jim said, looking at the clock.
"Come on, Jim, I can get your clothes and then you can change." Nick said, motioning for Jim to follow him into a curtained area, At that moment, Sara came through the ER doors.
"Jim, start talking," Sara asked with tears in her eyes. She looked past him and saw Gil on a gurney being taken to the elevators. Bypassing Jim and the team, Sara went over to his side, walking with the doctors.
"Gil?"
"Ma'am," the nurse said.
"She can stay, she's family," Jim said behind Sara as she took Gil's hand.
'It's cold, Gil hates being cold,' she thought as she focused on his eyes, willing him to open them.
"He needs surgery, we got the bleeding under control and he needed transfusions but that's just a temporary fix," the doctor said.
"Who has POA?"
"She does," Jim said motioning for Sara as she ran her hands through Gil's hair.
"You're going to need to fill out some paperwork upstairs, is he allergic to anything, on any medications," the doctor asked, getting no response from Sara.
"Sara," Jim said, placing a hand on her arm.
"What"
"Allergies or medications"
"None, he's as strong as an ox," she said as the elevator doors opened.
"There's not enough room for all of us. He'll be on the fifth floor," the doctor said.
"Wait," Sara asked, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips.
"I love you, don't die on me," she whispered as the gurney started to move. She turned into Jim's arms as the door closed.
"He'll be ok, Sara, he'll be ok," he whispered.
'You better be ok, Gil,' Jim thought.
So Gil got to the hospital but what lies for him during and after surgery??
Stay tuned to find out. Next chapter the gang also meets Sara too
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