I Do Not Own CSI

'I hear voices,' Gil thought as he stared to come from his daze.

"Now, what do I have to say to get you two married so I can get some grandbabies," she asked. Hearing a groan, Sara and Marie both looked to Gil.

'Yep, that's Mom, and she's talking about grandbabies again. Time to open my eyes.'

"Gil," Sara said, placing her hand on his face as he struggled to open his eyes.

'Sara, I'd know that touch anywhere, so soft, so gentle.'

"Son, come on now, time to wake up," Marie spoke.

"Yeah Gil, listen to your Mom. Wouldn't want to upset her now," Sara chuckled, brushing her hand on Gil's cheek as his eye's finally fluttered open.

"Hey, Gilbert. You're in the hospital. You're ok now," Sara cooed with a smile as Gil tried to move his arm to the tube down his throat.

"Don't touch that, Gil," Marie replied as she took his hand away from the tube.

"I'm going to go get a doctor. Then we can get that tube out of your throat," Sara said, brushing her lips over Gil's forehead before leaving. His eyes never left her as she exited the room.

"She hasn't left your side, Gil. She's stayed in that chair for the last day and a half," Marie spoke.

"Don't you ever let her go or I'll kick your ass! I want some grandbabies someday and I love Sara like she was my own."

Struggling to get his one hand up, he clumsily signed, 'Plan on keeping her around.'

"Good! You scared the hell out of me, Gil! Don't ever do that again, ok," she said, getting a nod from Gil.

"Everything alright, Sara," Jim asked as he watched Sara go to the nurses station and hear the mention of a doctor.

"Yea, he's awake and wants the tube out of his throat."

"Griss is awake, that's awesome!"

"Can we see him yet?"

"Oh thank God," was all said throughout the room.

"You can see him soon, after the doctor comes, promise," Sara said as she saw his doctor come down the hall.

"I'll come out when he's ok."

"I hear our patient's awake. I didn't think that would happen for a few more hours yet," Dr. Ringbald said as he met up with Sara and the two entered the room.

"He's always been ahead of the game, Doc."

"Hi Mr. Grissom, I'm Dr. Ringbald, I am your surgeon. Glad to see you're awake. Now, let's see about getting this tube out of your throat," the doctor said as he prepared to remove the breathing tube.

"On the count of three I want you to take a deep breath and then when I start pulling I want you to exhale. Your throat is going to be a little sore after this. One, Two, Three, exhale," the doctor instructed, pulling out the tube.

"Thanks," was Gil's very horse reply.

"Here," Sara said, holding a cup of water with a straw in hand. Gil took a long pull from the cup.

"Better?"

"A little"

"Gil, I'm going to ask you a few questions, ok. Do you know what year it is?"

"2000"

"The month"

"March"

"Good. And where do you work?"

"Crime lab"

"And who are these two beautiful ladies here?"

"My mom and my Sara"

"Good. And lastly, do you know why you're here."

"I was shot."

"Do you remember how you got shot," the doctor asked as Gil closed his eyes trying to remember.

"All I know is that I was at a crime scene."

"You may have blocked the shooting out. That's ok, a lot of people do. The good thing is your memory seems to be intact. You're going to be pretty sore for awhile, Mr. Grissom."

"Gil"

"Ok Gil, your arm is going to have to stay in the sling for awhile until your shoulder heals, probably a few weeks. Your leg is going to be in a walking cast as well until you can put more weight on it. Lastly, your abdomen is going to take the longest to heal. You had some internal bleeding and a collapsed lung, so shortness of breath and tightness in the chest will be around for awhile."

"Home," Gil rasped out.

"Gil, you have to stay in the hospital for a little longer. You just got shot three times," Sara said with a sad smile.

"She's right, Gil. Probably a week a least, until your abdomen has healed some more and you can walk some. I'll reassess you at the end of the week. We want to make sure that infection doesn't set in as well."

"Gil, they'll take good care of you here," Marie said as Gil just nodded, laying his head back into the pillow.

"I'll leave you be for now. Gil, if you have any pain let the nurse know. You're on some pretty heavy duty pain killers now but if you need more don't hesitate to ask."

"Thanks," Gil replied as the doctor left.

"You doing alright," Sara asked.

"Sorry, stupid question, you have three bullet holes in you."

"It's ok, just tired."

"Sleep son, just sleep," Marie said as Gil's eyes closed.

"You ok, Sara," Marie asked as she saw Sara with tears in her eyes.

"I am now. We came so close to losing him. I can't lose him," she said with a sob as Marie embraced her.

"We didn't lose him, Sara. He'll be ok. He loves you too much to think about going anywhere."

"I know," Sara said, pulling back so Marie could read her lips.

"I love him too much to let him go."

"Glad the feeling is mutual."

"I better go talk to his team. Sit with your son."

"I'll go, you stay here with Gil. Hold his hand, talk to him. I know he would much rather hear you than me."

"You sure"

"Yeah, I'll tell them to come back tomorrow when Gil's awake. They have to listen to me," Marie said, exiting as Sara went and sat back down in her chair grasping Gil's hands, watching as his eyes fluttered open to her.

"Nice vacation, huh." he said.

"It was until this. But as long as we're together I'm happy."

TBC

Grissom's awake, figures the talk about grandkids he would hear, lol

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