Insanity of Sara Sidle

This is a little different.

The mind can play funny tricks on you, this time they can be deadly tricks.

CBS owns CSI, I only own the horror of my own mind. (creepy huh?)

Chapter 2

Back down the shaft, Sara was going to and fro from consciousness, her mind lost and running through an eternal loop of constant ordeals, the abuse from her father, seeing her mother stab him, all of the previous bad things, enlarging on them, magnifying them all in her mind. The scenario of Natalie and the car was the worst, Natalie had no longer been that sick, small woman but a towering person, inflicting as much pain as possible before the car was lowered onto her. Sara escaped the car only to have Natalie chase her through the desert where she would surely die. Natalie breaking her leg after the car broke her arm. Her current injuries finding a new cause behind the whole chaos of her mind.

She didn't hear the shouts from above, she didn't hear her name being called, she didn't hear anything apart from what her mind was replaying over and over again. She was talking, pleading with her own imagination, her grip on any reality was gone. She started screaming. It was a chilling scream, primal even. Grissom heard it.

He nearly fell down the hole in his haste to get to her.

"Sara, are you alright?"

Nothing, no answering snide remark or plea for help was forthcoming. They could all see her lit by her own flashlight, she wasn't moving but she was talking, to herself.

"Hang on Sara, Nick is coming down, we'll get you out."

Nick was secured in a harness and rope attached to the SUV and rappelled down the wall of the shaft, showering Sara in dirt. When she reached the bottom he stared at her in horror, her face was that of something wild. He reached out to touch her hand and she scratched at him, bit his hand and growled like a wild animal.

"Get me the hell out of here Griss," he called.

Quickly he was pulled up, scratched, bitten and bleeding, he was in shock.

"What happened?" asked Grissom.

"She attacked me, that's what happened, her face was feral Griss, she's lost it big time, we have to get her out but whoever does it will need body armour. But I have another idea which might prove less painful for her as well."

Nick suggested releasing an anaesthetic gas into the shaft, sufficient to relax her, and put her out until she was rescued. It sounded fine on paper, until you take into consideration her concussion, which makes it risky. But all agreed some risk was better than a dead Sara.

Brass returned to the scene with the canister, paramedics and the pump to push the gas into the shaft and all of them stood around while the procedure was performed, all wearing gas masks themselves.

The gas hit Sara and she coughed, finally thinking that this was how she was going to die, alone, mad and pursued by everything and everyone. Her mind lost it's battle to make sense of anything anymore and everything went black, she felt no pain, no tremors, no nightmares, simply nothing.

This time a paramedic was lowered down the hole to inspect her injuries, she was out cold, her skin was cold and clammy, her leg was badly broken and she'd lost a good deal of blood because of it. Her head injury had stopped bleeding but he managed to get her into a rescue stretcher with backboard and get her hoisted out of the hole. On the surface they had a closer look at the damage, she needed help fast, but she also needed to be restrained in case she woke and attacked the paramedics. The ambulance drove off to the hospital followed by Nick and Catherine in Sara's SUV and Brass and Grissom in the other. Nick had gone back down the hole and retrieved the kit and evidence which was thankfully still intact.

At the hospital Sara was treated for her injuries, major surgery on her broken leg, pins and screws inserted, bone fragments removed. If she was lucky she'd regain all movement in it again. Her concussion was a serious issue though, more so because of the extra anaesthetic used. As for the report of her attacking Nick, the doctors didn't know quite what to make of it. They called in a neurologist and gave her brain scans.

"Mr Grissom? I'm Professor Andrews, a neurosurgeon, neurologist and hopefully an expert in brainwave behavior. I say hopefully because there is still a lot about the brain that isn't understood yet."

Grissom nodded.

"Ms Sidle seems to have a persecution complex, we can't establish anything concrete yet until she wakes up but if you'd like to tell me about anything in her past that was painful for her it might help. And I mean everything regardless of how small."

Grissom went on to relate all the bad things that had happened while at the crime lab, then went further back to Sara's childhood and her abusive past. Professor Andrews nodded and took notes .

"Will she be alright Professor?"

"Physically yes, mentally we don't know, we just have to wait. In the mean time, due to her actions with your colleague, I've ordered her to be restrained until we can work her through everything."

"I understand your point Professor, however I know Sara, and being restrained is something she hates and I'm afraid it could make her worse. Is there no other way?"

"I'm sorry Mr Grissom, but no there isn't, I can't have my staff attacked, and she needs to be awake for any tests."

Grissom didn't like it, but he had no choice.

Sara opened her eyes then immediately shut them against the harsh lights in the room. Where was she? What was going on? What was happening now, was this some new form of torture? She tried to sit up but found she was restrained, strapped down to the bed. Her mind creating scenarios for her, Experiments to be performed on her? Maybe even worse than that? She didn't even recognize a hospital room, didn't notice her leg in bandages, an IV in her arm. She knew she had to find a way to escape, but escape to where, where could she go that would be safe?

The door opened and in walked a man, looking tired, his beard dirty, his face drawn with worry. He sat down beside her, held her hand, she flinched but couldn't escape it. She did the only thing she could, she growled at him.

"Sara, it's me Grissom, look at me, look in my eyes. I mean you no harm, I love you Sara, I always have ever since we first met back at Harvard. Please remember me, I want you back, but I won't push until you are ready. You are in hospital after falling down a mineshaft in the desert."

'Ah in the desert, only been there once, with Natalie, you are working with her then. Little ruse to get me to trust you, then you can kill me later. Sorry not falling for it.'

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