Chapter Six
It seemed like only minutes had gone by when Grissom and Sara were awakened by the sound of gunshots in the room next to theirs.
"Sara!" Grissom whispered urgently. "Stay down!" He grabbed her arm to pull her back down onto the bed. She had gotten up faster than Grissom had ever seen her move. She was holding her gun and moving towards the door. He leapt up and ran to block her path. "Sara, no!"
She looked at him, her gun still drawn. "Why not?" she asked. "There are people in there, and they could be dying! We need to help them!"
"Sara!" Grissom called over her rising voice. "Sara!"
"What!?" she shouted. "What do you want?"
"For you to be safe, Sara, and not to get hurt," he answered quietly. "I can't see you get hurt."
"Grissom, we all signed a contract, about injury or death on the job…" she said, calming down a bit.
"Yes, we all did," Grissom told her. "But right now, you're not on the job. You're off the clock. You're with me, and it's personal. I won't stand by and watch you put yourself in danger. I love you, and I don't want anything to happen to you. We will call 911, and wait for a CSI call if it comes, okay?"
Sara nodded slowly and sat back down on the bed.
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The CSI call came faster than either one of them expected. Half an hour later, Brass had called Grissom to the scene with his team.
"Meet me there in twenty," Brass had said.
Grissom replied, "I'll be there in ten," before hanging up. He turned to Sara. "We have to walk back to the lab for our stuff, but I'll grab the car and we can drive back."
Sara was up and ready. "Let's go."
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The walk back to the lab seemed shorter than it had been last night, but Sara suspected that it was because it wasn't pouring and that she and Grissom were on better terms than they'd been on last night. She was still pissed off about the split up teams, but their talk had washed away a lot of bad things. She was in a good mood today.
They made their way quickly through the lab, picking up their cases and anything extra that might be needed.
Outside in the parking lot, they loaded everything into Grissom's Denali. Climbing in, he said, "Come on, I'll drive."
"Of course you will," Sara teased. "Don't trust me?"
"I trust you," he replied, starting the car. "I just want to drive, that's all." He gave her a smile. "Hurry up; we're going to be late for Brass."
"You're such a guy," she said, climbing in. "Now drive."