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A/N: Well, here is the next chapter! I want to thank everyone who reviewed and I would like to thank everyone who added my story or me to your favorite stories/authors or alerts list. I also want to thank edge15684 for giving me an opinion on an important part of the story.
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One and a half hours earlier…
"Sara, would you mind waiting here until someone arrives to bring them home?" Grissom asked. "I'd like to get the evidence back to the lab." Grissom and Sara were lingering a moment outside the pink curtains of an ER cubicle as a nurse finished up with their rape victim.
"Sure, I'll stay," Sara replied, as the nurse exited the cubicle, handing the SAE kit to Grissom.
"She's all done," the nurse said as she moved on to another cubicle.
"I'll catch a ride back to the lab with Brass, so you can take the Tahoe. He should still be around here somewhere." Brass had been on the phone notifying the victim's family. As Grissom left the emergency room, Tiffany, the woman from child services, appeared with Julie at her side. Tiffany had convinced Julie to go with her to the hospital cafeteria while her mom was being examined. Grissom stopped in front of Tiffany a moment to inform her that he would be returning to the lab and Sara would wait here for a family member of the victim to arrive.
Quickly phoning Brass as he headed through the halls of the hospital, he learned that Brass had been just about to leave. He said he would wait for him at the entrance to the hospital.
Sure enough, there was Brass, waiting in his Taurus just outside the hospital entrance.
Half an hour later, a few minutes passed 3 am; Grissom's phone rang as he was logging in the evidence.
"Grissom," he said, not bothering to check the caller ID.
"Hey, it's me." He would've known her voice anywhere. "I'm just leaving the hospital now," she continued.
"Someone arrived to pick up our vic and her daughter?" he questioned.
"Yeah, just a few minutes ago."
"Alright then. I'll see you back at the lab."
"Okay. Bye," she said, ending the call. He placed his phone back on the table, away from the evidence.
Twenty-five minutes went by and he was curious as to why Sara hadn't arrived yet. Reaching for his cell-phone, he was about to call her, but then decided she was probably just stuck in traffic, and in that case, since Sara would be driving, she more than likely wouldn't answer her phone anyway.
Another ten minutes passed and he began to grow anxious, she should've arrived by now, even with some traffic, and there couldn't be much considering it was 3:40 in the morning. His worrying nerves convinced him to put the evidence aside and try calling her. The phone rang five times and then her voice came on telling him to leave a message, instead he hung up and tried again, repeating the routine another three times.
His fear for her overpowered any logical conclusion to the situation at hand. Quickly boxing up the evidence he locked it away with the other evidence from their serial case. Again trying to contact her through her cell-phone, he walked down the lab hallways, stopping quickly at his office to grab his jacket, and then out to a Tahoe.
The rational part of his mind was gone as he drove as fast as the speed limit would allow to the hospital. All the while thoughts and scenarios plagued his mind, each one worse than the one before it.
Grissom drove the car through the rows of parked cars in the hospital parking lot. Finally, he spotted the Tahoe still in the space he had left it; he parked his car in the row before it.
Approaching the vehicle, he saw no signs of Sara. But his breath stopped in his throat as he spotted various small drops of red liquid, that he knew a bit all to well to be blood, on the ground near the side of the car. Doing a 360 degree turn, he saw no sign of Sara. After a moment he heard a soft moan of pain. Immediately figuring out that the moan did indeed come from Sara, he listened again. Hearing the sound a second time, he located where it was coming from.
Quickly dropping to his knees on the ground, Grissom found that she had been shoved under the car, hidden from view. He reached his arms under the car and pulled her toward him, the evidence be damned. Yanking his jacket undone and tugging it from his shoulders, he covered her body with it. Holding the still unconscious woman tight against him, he retrieved his cell-phone from his pants pocket and quickly called for an ambulance, which, even though the hospital was right there, didn't seem silly at the moment because he didn't know how badly Sara, his coworker and girlfriend, was injured.
As everything went on around him, Grissom made sure to stay at Sara's side. He wasn't sure whether she could hear him, or whether she was even conscious or not, but he found himself repeating to her over and over again, "Sara, Honey, you're safe now. I'm right here Sweetheart… You'll be fine… I love you…"
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A/N: I have to go back to school tomorrow (holiday break is over...), and so I would love to see some review alerts in my inbox when I check my email tomorrow morning. Please Review!! :)