Daddy Don't Leave!
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Don't own CSI, never will.
Summary: The eldest Grissom child tries to stop her parents from separating. Will she succeed or fail?
A/N: This isn't beta-ed, so there could be a few mistakes.
Grissom drove off into the horizon, the image of his daughter sobbing burned into his brain. He pulled into a hotel and sat in the parking lot for several minutes. He rested his forehead on the steering wheel, and it took everything he had not to start crying. He sighed and took a moment before walking into the hotel. He got a room and checked in. He decided to relax, so he climbed onto the bed and hugged his knees to his chest. He put his face in his knees, and thought, "What the hell were Sara and I ever arguing about?"
He sighed and tried to get some sleep, even though he knew it would be impossible.
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Back at the Grissom residence, Samantha is running to her room. She finds her little brother there, sitting on her bed. He asks her what happened, and she just told him that Mommy and Daddy are taking a break before ordering him to go to his own room. She locked her door after Erik left, and curled up on her bed. Tears were streaming down her cheeks when she heard a knock on her door.
"Go away!" she cried, not wanting to talk to her mother.
"Sweetie, I know it hurts and I know what you're going through," Sara said, trying to reason with her daughter. "Please open the door honey."
"No, you don't know what I'm going through...you probably had the happiest childhood EVER!" screamed Sam, not knowing the truth about her mother's life. "I don't want to talk to you!"
"Honey, I DO know what you're going through...I grew up with my parents arguing too," Sara whispered.
Shocked, Sam sat there. She then got up and opened the door and invited her mother in. She sat on the bed and said, "You did?"
Sara nodded and said, "Yeah...my parents never got along. I think you're old enough to know the truth now. My father was very abusive to me, my brother, and my mother. I would have to tell lies every day and come up with stories to explain my bruises and broken bones. I don't think there was one day that went by where my parents didn't fight. My name was usually thrown into the argument...and my Dad was a drunk, so that didn't help either. Well, my mother finally had had enough of him..."
"Did they get a divorce?" Sam whispered, feeling horrible about accusing her mother of having an excellent childhood.
Sara smiled sadly and shook her head. She took in a deep breath and said, "No...I wish they had though. Instead, my mother decided to handle it herself...so she grabbed the nearest object and started beating him with it. Unfortunately, she had grabbed a knife...blood was everywhere and Dad was lying there in a pool of his own blood. My mother didn't have the strength to walk away from my father, and didn't ever consider getting a divorce. I made a promise very early in my life that I would never let me children see me fighting with my husband. Your Daddy agreed with me...that's why he left. Sam, you know that we love you very much, right. You and your brother are our world and we love you. Do you understand?"
Samantha nodded and held onto her mother tightly, crying. Sara blinked back her tears and stroked her daughter's back soothingly.
The next few days passed quickly, and Grissom was still living at the hotel. Sara was taking care of the kids, and Grissom called them every single day, like he promised. However, it seemed as though the Grissoms really were going to go through with this divorce, but one night changed everything. Sara was in the kitchen preparing dinner for her kids, and Sammy and Erik were watching TV when they all heard something in the bathroom. Sara set down her vegetables, cleaned her hands and went to check it out, telling her kids to stay there. Of course, being the curious child that she was, Samantha followed her mother. When they got to the bathroom, they saw somebody going through the medicine cabinet. The man looked over when Sara approached, and pointed a gun at her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's okay," Sara said, raising her hands quickly in a surrendering gesture. "Take whatever you want...take it, it's yours."
"Is this all the meds you got?" the man asked, his words slurred from being either high or drunk.
"Yes...take them all, I don't care," Sara said.
"Mommy!"
Sara whipped her head around and saw her daughter standing there, petrified. "Get back baby...go to your brother."
"Hey, bitch, shut up!" yelled the man.
He collected all of the pills into a bag and started for the broken window in which he entered. Sara breathed a sigh of relief, but then the man turned around and fired two shots. Both bullets hit her chest, and she fell to the floor. The man hopped out of the window, cutting himself in the process.
"Mommy!" Sam screamed, rushing up to her bleeding mother. "Mommy, don't leave me...please, stay awake!"
"S-sam...call D-Daddy," Sara choked out, before falling unconscious.
"No, Mommy!" cried Sam, shaking her mother.
Sara quick ran to get the phone, and passed her little brother. He was curled up on the couch, crying. He asked what happened, and all Sam told him was that their mother was hurt and she had to call their dad. She reached the phone and dialed her father's cell phone number. He answered on the fourth ring.
"Daddy!" cried Sam, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Sam?" he asked fearfully. "Sam, are you okay?"
"Daddy, Mommy got shot!" she screamed.
Grissom's heart seemed to stop beating. "What-what do you mean she got shot? Honey, is she awake?"
"No, she's unconscious!" Sam said, running back to her mother. "Daddy, please hurry home!"
"Honey, I'm on my way...did you call an ambulance?" he asked, running to his car.
"No, but I hear someone at the door," she said, running to the front door.
She looked through the spy hole and noticed it was her neighbor. She opened the door and her neighbor said, "Sam, I saw someone enter your home...then I heard shots, is everyone okay?"
"No, Mommy got shot!"
"Sam, who was that?" Grissom asked, starting up his ca and speeding towards his house.
"Our neighbor, Mrs. Neville," Sam breathed out. "She said she called 911 already."
"Okay...Samantha, I'm on my way home," he said. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Just stay with Mrs. Neville until I get there."
"Okay, bye."
Grissom pressed his foot on the gas pedal a little harder, and sent up a prayer to keep the love of his life – even though they had been fighting – safe.
A/N 2: Okay, nasty cliffy, but I needed to add one. I hope you're still enjoying this!