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Morbid DramaQueen 10
This is my 3rd CSI. Again, if features mainly Sarah Sidle. I got this idea from E! Celebrity Near Death Experiences.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own CSI, any of its characters, etc. I wish I did, but it's solely the property of that one guy and his company. All I can say is that I love Jerry for producing this and POTC.
CLAIMER: I do, however own Dania Airlines, my own little company you might see throughout my future fan fictions, the story idea, the story its self, minus the characters.
Enjoy and review.
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In all likelihood, the thing that woke her was the beeping. Or perhaps the thin shift she was wearing that was making her cold.
She knew for sure the thing that made her smile was the warm, dry, firm hand in her's. She would know that hand anywhere. It was familiar. The hand she often saw scribbling down notes on evidence in a neat clear handwriting.
Sarah had no clue why exactly the hand was holding her hand. It was just there and she was glad of it. This was the one and she really wouldn't mind holding for long periods of time.
When she did wake up with that hand on her own, Sarah kept her eyes closed. Savoring the moment. Griss rarely touched her anymore, and she was going to make his firm grip last a while this time.
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Gil could not tell if she was awake. She was smiling. But that could simple be a good dream.
He had been there for about an hour. It was his fifth visit. He really wanted to be to he one there when she woke up. He wanted to tell her that he had changed, that her absence hurt him, he really wanted her to be happy and he wanted to be happy. The five-day coma was giving he courage, because he knew she would point out that time was short etc. and that would help his cause.
There was just one minor set back. Two, really. One, She wasn't awake yet, although doctors said she would be stirring soon. Two, the little issue with the press. And a certain movie star's comment.
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The room was bright. Very bright. Florescent bright, the kind of light that makes your skin sallow looking. Unhealthy, pale, sick. The way people look in a hospital. Sarah hated hospitals. They were scary to her as a child, and now they made her depressed. Unfortunately she had chosen a career in which she often had to go to hospitals. But this time she was the patient.
Since she couldn't recall why exactly she was in a hospital she decided asked Grissom. And she would, if he ever woke up.
Apparently he had fallen asleep after an hour of watching her sleep. When the nurse came in to check Sarah's vitals she commented on his constant visiting and praised Sarah for her wonderful choice in husband. Sarah didn't correct her in her assumptions, merely grinned, wondering if he had told the staff that little lie. She doubted it. It wasn't his style. But not correcting people about their relationship, she might believe.
He was still clasped hands with her. Sarah could help squeezing his hand a bit. He looked so cute sleeping. Dark curly slightly graying hair rumpled, his shirt wrinkled, bottom lip protruding a bit, simply adorable.
But no matter how many times he'd attended her, she couldn't allow herself to believe it was more than an employer- employee thing. Griss was just here to be polite. But staying for over an hour watching her sleep? Coming five times?
Her curiosity got the best of her. She had to ask him. Time for Gil to wake up.
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There was a sharp pain in his side. Like sharp jab.
Who was poking their elbow into his ribs?
Sleepily Grissom lifted an eye. Sarah was sitting up, awake, peering at him from the bed propped up by a vertical pillow.
"Sarah? How long have you been awake?"
"A while." She said. "How long have I been out?"
"A while." Gil teased.
"Honestly, Gris, how long?"
"Nearly six days."
She whistled. "Wow."
They were silent for a few moments. She finally could not contain her question any longer.
"Uh…why, exactly-"
She broke off, blushing. Grissom peered at her behind his frames, his lips twitching, forcing back a smile. " Yes, Sarah?"
"Why am I in here? I just remember blacking out on that plane, a-"
The horror in his expression stopped her this time.
"You mean you don't remember why you're in here? Had no one told you after getting off the plane?"
"No." She said meekly. Does he expect me to?
"I've been out cold all six days, you said so your self."
Realization crossed his face. "Then how was that quo-"
"Gil?"
Catherine's strawberry-blonde head appeared in the doorway.
"Sarah! You're awake! Gil why didn't you call?"
"She just came to minute ago, I was asleep." He gave a sheepish grin. "Long shift."
She crossed the room, swatting him playfully as she settled down on the bed, grabbing Sarah's free hand, her other one still in Gil's grasp.
"How you doing?"
"Great." Sarah replied with a big smile.
"Anything hurt?"
"No."
"Hey, party start without me?"
Brass now entered the room. "How you doing, doll, got a headache?"
"No, I'm good."
"Great."
"Maybe a bit confused, but great. The guys okay?"
He turned to Catherine. "Should we call the boys, or surprise them?"
This annoyed Sara a bit, she was awake, she could make decisions for herself now.
"Um, I'm still a bit tired, could we have a rain check? Their enthusiasm might be enough to but me back into a coma."
They all chuckled in agreement and said they'd let her rest. "Greg will be so excited. He was upset, thinking you were going to die or loose ten years off your life."
Sarah gave a weak smile then hugged Cath and Jim good-bye. Grissom stayed when he was. As Catherine was leaving she raised an eyebrow and he simply gestured to Sarah.
When they had finally left Grissom pulled his chair up even closer to her bedside.
"You really do not remember why you are here."
"No. I only remember being wake, reading or something, then blacking out."
"The airplane cabin lost pressure. You must have sleeping or something, but you couldn't get your mask on. You were suffocation. Some other passenger noticed and gave you CPR. It's in all the papers. There's a quote from you in some articles, but you've been out cold for the last five days…"
"Who was the passenger? The one who saved me?"
Grissom shrugged. "I don't know. He's left you a message on your home phone, and sent you a card."
"You were in my apartment?" She was turning red; she could feel the rush of blood and heat rising to her face.
"Yes. Catherine was out of town, and I don't know any of your friends…"
"How did you get in?"
"The manager lent me a key."
"Oh."
They were uncommunicative for the next 3 minutes, until Sarah noticed the big bouquet of red roses on the bedside table.
"Who brought these?" She asked. "My knight in shining armor?"
Grissom cleared his throat. "Ah, no, that would be me."
He grinned when he saw her turn an interesting shade of red. I though she couldn't blush any harder.
"Th-thank you." She choked out. He could tell if she was embarrassed or pleased.
"'God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.'" Grissom quoted.
"You quote Shakespeare way too much to be sane."
"Actually it was J.M. Barrie. He wrote Peter Pan."
"Have you ever read Peter Pan?"
"Yes, it was one of my favorite books. You?"
"I loved the lost boys. I always thought Wendy was stupid to go home. I would have stayed."
"I don't think I would have. I hated pirates. They scared me."
"Really?"
He nodded. "When the film came out my mother took me to see it. We had to leave the theater after 15 minutes when Hook made his first appearance."
Grissom glanced at the clock. "You need rest. I'll be back tomorrow."
"Please stay. I've been asleep for 6 day, I need someone it talk to."
She wants me to stay with her?
"For a while." He agreed.
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