I'm so sorry it's taken so long to update, so I won't waste your time with an excuse & I won't beg for your mercy. Much. Regardless, here you go.
Feel free to hate me for my tardiness.
Grissom quickly, though carefully, made his way up the old rickety stairs. His gun facing downward, he kept his eyes and ears open and alert as he ran. He refused to let his mind wander and think about the worst case scenarios that he could possibly encounter. No, he wouldn't dare. Finally reaching the top of the grassy-hilled cliff, he slowly made his way around the concrete bunker, gun ready.
Holding his breath, he turned around the last corner, gun out ahead...
"I'd put that down if I were you."
Grissom's blood ran cold.
After all this time, he was finally face to face with this horrible man. Jason Hughes. He held a hand gun of his own, the barrel firmly pressed up against Grissom's forehead. Grissom felt his heart stop.
Sara gasped from behind him, "No!" she sobbed.
"Don't make me repeat myself." Jason spoke sternly. Slowly, Grissom lowered his gun. "Drop it." He ordered. Grissom immediately released his grip on his gun, and now held his breath. The sound of metal hitting the ground caused him to wince. He was powerless.
"Good. Now what do you want?"
Grissom stopped thinking and listened, Sara's cries had now ceased to exist. Quickly yet subtly, he looked around. Sara was nowhere to be seen.
"I said. What. Do. You. Want?" he seethed, leaning in towards Grissom.
"Where's Sara."
Jason laughed in his face, and took a few steps back. "She's dead."
"No she's not," Grissom replied calmly, "now where is she?" Jason laughed again. Grissom knew he had to get through to him somehow. "I know she's not dead. So if you stop now, and show me where she is, we can work something out. You didn't kill her."
"What are you? Stupid, or something?" Jason glared at Grissom.
"Please," he begged quietly, "just tell me where she is."
Jason said nothing, but walked over to where Grissom was, gun still raised. As he approached him, he kicked Grissom's gun back down the hill. Walking behind Grissom, he put the gun against his back.
"Walk." he commanded.
Grissom could only obey as Jason directed him closer to the edge, and around another corner of the bunker. He gasped at the sight.
Sara was leaning over something, or someone, and soon enough, Grissom knew.
It was her own body.
As Jason forced him forward, Grissom's legs dragged him towards her.
"Sara." he gasped.
It was nearly impossible for her to still be alive. Her mangled body laid bloody and caked in layers of mud. Her face was still; almost peaceful.
"My God." he heard Sara sob. She ran her hand along her body. Along the breaks and bruises, softly crying.
"Happy now?" Jason spat.
Grissom fell to his knees before Sara's body. He knew she needed help, but he was too afraid to touch her. She looked so broken, so... fragile.
"Gil!" Sara shrieked. Grissom immediately looked at Sara's... spirit; and began to panic.
She was disappearing. With each passing second, her form grew more and more transparent.
"No no no no no!" Sara yelled, staring at herself in horror.
Grissom barely heard the click of the gun besides his head. Soon enough, the barrel was pressed firmly against his temple, again.
"Say goodbye."
It's now or never, he thought.
Grissom turned as quickly as possible, tackling Jason to the ground the moment the trigger was pulled. The bullet missed Grissom's head, but he worked to refrain from groaning in pain as he felt the metal tear through his shoulder.
"No!" Sara screamed helplessly.
The two men rolled in the dirt, each fighting, and failing, to gain the upper hand. Both of their hands held tightly to the gun as they struggled for control of the situation.
Receiving a sharp knee into the stomach, Grissom felt the air rush out of his lungs. He clutched at his midsection as a reflex, yet immediately regretted the decision. Jason now had control of the gun.
Gasping for air on the ground, his shoulder screaming in pain, Grissom lifted his head, meeting the deadly stare of Jason.
He held the gun out towards him, pointing the gun straight into Grissom's face. Grissom looked around desperately, spotting Sara's body. But not her spirit. She's gone. He thought, I was too late.
Facing Jason again, he took a deep breath, knowing that he had lost.
In the still costal air, a shot rang out.