Daddy Don't Leave!

Chapter 3

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 willed the car to go faster. He prayed over and over again that God would keep Sara safe. He eventually got home, and the ambulance was still there. The paramedics were just running out of the house with Sara on a stretcher. She looked so pale and fragile. Her eyes were shut, and she was bleeding severely from the chest. He vaulted out of his car and up to his daughter, who was crying on the porch. He gave her a hug and she asked, "Is Mommy gonna be okay Daddy?"

"I, I don't know sweetie...I hope so," he said. "I'm going to ride to the hospital with Mommy in the ambulance...Mrs. Neville, can you watch Sam and Erik for me?"

"Of course, Gil," she said. "I hope Sara is okay."

He nodded and ran to the ambulance and hopped in next to Sara. They slammed the doors shut and zoomed towards the hospital. Grissom held Sara's hand tenderly, and caressed it with his thumb. He kissed it over and over again, repeating the words 'I'm sorry.' While riding to the hospital, the paramedics worked quickly to stop the bleeding as best they could. Suddenly, there was a low beep droning throughout the back to the ambulance. Grissom looked at his wife's heart monitor in fear and he saw the line was flat. The paramedics get a defibrillator and the paddles whine as they get charged up. The paramedics applied the paddles to Sara's chest and she lurches into the air. Her heart monitor continues to show a flat line and beeps as the number zero flashes. They recharge the defibrillator at a higher power and reapply it to her chest. Her body jumps, and a steady beep sounds throughout the ambulance...her heart rate is normal again.

Grissom's heart was racing a mile a minute. He pinched the bridge of his nose the rest of the ride to the hospital. When they arrived at Desert Palms, they wheeled Sara off to surgery. As they were prepping her, a doctor, by the name of Doctor Jason Brown, came out to talk to Grissom.

"Mr. Grissom, in a few minutes, I am going to try and remove the two bullets that are inside of your wife," he said. "One bullet is lodged in her lung, the other in a rib close to her spinal cord."

"Is my wife going to live?" he asked, praying to the powers above that the answer was yes.

"As of now, anything is possible," he said. "I will come and get you when the surgery is finished."

Grissom sighed, and walked to the waiting room and waited for them to finished operating on his wife. His head was in his hands as he thought, "I'm so stupid! Why did I leave them? I should've been there to protect my family...it should be me in that operating room, not Sara! Please, pull through honey...I will try my hardest to make this marriage work! Please...just don't leave me!"

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After what seemed like hours, the doctor finally walked towards Grissom. He stood up and rushed over to the doctor and demanded to know how Sara was.

"I'm afraid I've got some bad news, along with good news," he said. "The good news is that our wife pulled through the surgery, but she's in critical condition. The bad news is that we don't know if she's paralyzed. And I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your wife lost the baby she was carrying."

"Wait, Sara was pregnant?" he asked, feeling as if all the air had been knocked from his body.

"Yes...about six weeks," he said. "Now, if you'd follow me, you'll be able to take a quick moment with her before you need to leave."

Grissom nodded, following silently. How could Sara be pregnant? Did she even know? Why hadn't she told him? They arrived at an ICU room, and Grissom went it. He saw his wife laying there, pale and fragile-looking. He strode over to her, and picked up her limp hand. He brought it to his lips and said, "Sara, I'm sorry...it was foolish of my to leave you guys alone. I should be laying there right now, now you! Please, just wake up honey...don't leave us here! I love you."

The doctor kicked him out after twenty minutes, and Grissom went back to the waiting room. The team arrived, telling him they had caught the guy.

"He's a convicted drug user and dealer and he ran out of drugs, so he picked a random house and broke in to get medication," Catherine told him. "I'm sorry, Gil."

"Gil, you really should be going home," Brass told him gently. "Get some rest...be there for your kids. Sam had to watch her mother get shot...that's traumatizing enough."

He nodded, and Brass drove him home. Grissom walked to the neighbor's house, and Mrs. Neville answered. She ushered him in and asked how Sara was.

"They don't know yet," he said. "She got out of surgery not too long ago, and is in a coma right now. How are Sam and Erik?"

"Erik's scared and Sam won't talk to anyone," said Mrs. Neville sadly. "Josh is with them right now, watching a movie."

The two walked to the living room. Grissom saw his daughter on the couch, curled up in a ball, and his son was in Mr. Neville's lap, sucking his thumb. He walked over to them, and Erik ran up to him, crying, "Daddy!"

He picked up his son, and set him on his hip. The four year old clung to his father tightly, and buried his face into Grissom's neck. Grissom then walked over to his daughter and gently touched her should. She looked at him, tears sparkling in her eyes. She uncurled her legs and stood up. Grissom placed a hand on her back and led his kids home after thanking the Neville's.

"Daddy, is Mommy okay?" Erik asked.

Grissom swallowed the lump in his throat before saying, "I don't know buddy. The doctors are doing everything they can to help her get better. But right now, you two need to try and get some sleep. Come on...I'll put you to bed buddy. Sam, can you wait out here for me, honey? I need to talk to you."

Grissom came out moments later and walked up to his daughter, who was as white as a sheet. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close. He stroked her back and picked up her small form. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as if she would drown if she lessened her grip. He placed his cheek on the top of her head and said, "It's okay hon...everything's gonna be okay Sam."

She sniffled as the tears she had been holding in streamed down her cheeks. He tried to soothe her as best he could, but he knew she would never forget this. She had just seen her mother get shot, and Grissom knew it would take awhile for the shock to disappear. Suddenly, the phone rang, and he quickly got it. It was the hospital, and the words they said made him turn as white as a sheet.

A/N 2: Ooh, crap...that's usually not good. I hope you still like this, and please leave a review...pwease?