Daddy Don't Leave!

Chapter 4

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 turned as white as a sheet as he listened to the doctor. He hung up and placed the phone back into the cradle with a shaking hand. Sam stood there, watching in fear. She touched her father's shaking hand, and asked, "Daddy...who was that? What happened? Is Mommy okay?"

"Sam, you're mother has internal bleeding that the doctor never saw," he whispered. "They don't know if she's going to make it. They're trying to get the internal bleeding to stop, but it's a slim chance to none that she'll make it."

"Daddy, she has to!" screamed Sam. "She promised me that she wouldn't leave me until I was old and had kids. SHE PROMISED!"

Grissom picked up his mature, eight year old daughter and held her close. He stroked her hair and said, "Come on honey...we need to get to the hospital. Let me get your brother and then we'll go over there and see what's going on."

With Sam still in his arms, he walked into his son's bedroom. Erik was lying there, fully awake. Erik looked over when he saw Grissom enter and perked up. He was still in his clothes, so all he had to do was get his shoes on, and they were off to Desert Palms. Grissom felt a pounding migraine coming on as he drove quickly to the hospital where his wife lay dying. Tears burned his eyes as he thought, "Why did she have to get shot after a severe argument? If she dies, I'll never be able to apologize. God, this was all my fault!"

Several Days Ago:

Sara walked into the house, exhausted after a long day at work. After Sara had become pregnant with Erik, she had moved to day shift because it just worked better with the kids. Samantha was in the living room, and rushed up to her mother as she walked in. Sara bent down and wrapped her arms around Sam's skinny torso. She kissed her daughter's cheek before asking, "So, how was your day sweetheart?"

"Pretty good," she said. "I got an A on my history test!"

Sara beamed and said, "You did! Oh, that's wonderful honey...good job!"

Samantha smiled at her mother, and sat back down on the couch. Sara walked into the kitchen where Grissom was cooking dinner. She dropped her purse and keys onto the counter and shrugged off her jacket. She walked up to him and was about to wrap her arms around him when he asked coldly, "So where have you been?"

Slightly taken aback, she said, "Uh, at work. I Ecklie needed me to stay there and finish the paperwork."

"And you couldn't have called?" he asked, spinning around to face his wife.

"Um, well, I guess I could of," Sara stuttered out. "Sorry."

Grissom sighed, and then returned to the stove where the noodles were cooking. Sara was shocked at his tone of voice, and she asked, "Gil, what's wrong? You're acting so...weird."

"Weird?" he shouted. "Sara, you work as a CSI and CSIs get shot all the time. You're about two hours late and you don't call...Sara I don't want to lose you!"

Anger boiled up inside Sara and she said, "I don't believe this! Gil, I'm a grown woman with a freaking GUN! I KNOW how to defend myself. Jeez, you're overreacting!"

"Overreacting? Sara what the hell was I supposed to think?" he yelled.

In the living room, Sam plucked her brother from the floor and carried him to her room. She sat down on the bed with her brother in her lap, and covered his small ears tightly with her hands. She shook her head and whispered, "Not again."

"Gil, you could've called ME!" she screamed. "Jesus...just because I'm doing paperwork doesn't mean I won't answer my cell phone. And besides...you used to be later all the time! You need to be home for your family too, Gil...NOT just me!"

"I can't believe this bullshit!" he muttered. "I don't have to put up with this! You know what, Sara, I've had enough of this! I can't take anymore of this!"

"Then get out Gil!" Sara screamed. "Just go...maybe things will be happier here!"

Grissom stormed up the stairs and towards his bedroom. He saw Sam standing there, tears and questions in her eyes. He wanted to explain to her, he really did, but a lump in his throat stopped him. Instead, he gave her a hug and went to collect and overnight bag. He then tried to leave, but his daughter would just not let him. She screamed to him that she would be a better girl, and it broke his heart to hear her anguished screams of, "Daddy don't leave!"

She attached herself to him, and cried, "Don't leave us here alone! I'll be better...Mom won't scream at you anymore...I'll tell Erik to be better!"

It made his heart ache to know his daughter thought it was her fault. He managed to break free and drove away. His heart clenched in fear as he saw her run out onto the street after him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Sara grabbed her and take her inside. He got to the hotel and sat in the parking lot for awhile thinking, "What have we done."

They arrived at the hospital and Nick was waiting there. Grissom walked up to him and asked, "Nick, what happened...any news?"

"No, nothing," said Nick, running a hand over his face.

"Uncle Nicky!" cried Erik, running over to the Texan.

Nick forced a smile and picked up the child. He held him close and Erik asked, "Uncle Nicky...is Momma gonna be okay?"

Tears sparkled in his eyes as Nick responded, "I don't know sport. I hope so."

The Grissoms and Nick sat there, waiting impatiently for the doctor to come out. Erik was still curled up and sucking his thumb (a nervous habit) and was still situated in Nick's lap. Samantha, on the other hand, was anxiously waiting in her father's lap. She was fighting to keep the tears back. Grissom had his arms wrapped around his daughter's small form, and tried to comfort her as best he could. He kept on stroking her back and arm and kissed her head from time to time, hoping to mollify her.

The doctor suddenly came out and said, "We were able to stop the bleeding, but it may come back again. You guys may see her for about fifteen minutes, and then you'll need to leave."

Grissom nodded and thanked the doctor. He looked at his son, and noticed he was asleep. He asked Nick to keep and eye on him before carrying Sam to her mother's room. Nurses tried to stop him because Samantha was too young, but Grissom snarled, "Look, my wife and her mother is fighting for her life. She had to watch her mother get shot! She just wants to see her!"

The doctor allowed them both to enter the ICU room. Sam burst into tears when she saw Sara lying in the bed. An IV was hooked to her, and morphine was being pumped into her system. A heart rate monitor was hooked up to her, and her heart rate was normal. Grissom stepped up to his wife, and grabbed her hand. Sam gently touched her mother's arm and whispered, "Mommy, wake up...please don't leave us here all alone."

They were in there no more than ten minutes when a loud beeping sound sounded throughout the room. Grissom stood up instantly and backed away with his daughter as nurses swarmed throughout the room. They worked quickly with Sara, and Sam was screaming, "MOMMY!"

Grissom held her close to him, and that's when he saw it.

A/N 2: Oh, how mean am I? Okay, here's the deal...you review, I give you a sneak peak at the next chapter.