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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. Pretend Brad at this time has no wife/girlfriend
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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When Sarah was asleep Grissom crept up from the bed. She had let him sit next to her on it and he had nearly taken a nap too, but knew she would be very pissed to wake up to his arm around her waist and hand in her hair. Not because he'd done it but because he'd quickly leave soon after embarrassed himself.
As he walk the hallways a he remember the magazine. He had left it on the desk! That was one thing he didn't want her to see.
One People article could possible ruin all of his plans. For months Gil had been gathering the courage to ask Sarah out. He had been planning to surprise her by picking her up from the airport. It was he who was surprised to see a stretcher with his CSI on it making it's way through the terminal.
The ride to the hospital had been long and frightening. Loss of oxygen to the brain for so long could cause permanent brain damage, and no one could recall just how long Sarah Sidle had been without a mask.
Grissom turned , practically running to Sarah's ward. Finally he got to the 7th floor and to her door way when he froze.
She was once again awake and propped up by a pillow. Now she was flipping through the People magazine Grissom had left on the desk, eyes narrowed, scanning an article. Gil would bet money it was the article concerning her.
She glance up saw him in the door and shook her head, eyes shut. Then she began to read aloud.
"Recently movie star Brad Pitt did a heroic deed that will surely win him into those pearly gates. Pitt was riding Dania Airlines to Las Vegas, Nevada, 'Sin City' of the US, to begin filming 'ocean's thirteen', when the plane cabin loss pressure. Pitt was one of a few who remember safety procedure for such an event. One passenger, a Sarah Sidle, who works in the city's crime lab, was unconscious and suffocating due to lack of oxygen. Pitt quickly preformed CPR, saving Miss. Sidle's life. Pitt is quoted to have said ' she's incredibly hot and I hoped make a date with her when she regains consciousness.' Miss. Sidle it currently in one of Vegas's hospitals in a comatic state, though doctors say she is fine and will be talking to the press anytime soon."
Sarah was fuming.
"You left this here."
She held up the cover. It showed a picture of the movie star one of Sarah still in her coma, on the hospital bed.
"How could you not tell me? Brad Pitt? "
"I didn't want you to get excited. You need relaxation."
"BRAD PITT?!"
Grissom was avoiding eye contact. " You didn't need to know right now. We were going to wait until you could come home to tell you."
She was calming down a bit now.
"So there is no other reason why you kept this from me? None at all?"
"Uh-no. No other reasons."
"Grissom." She was back to glaring now.
"No other reasons, Sarah."
Still glaring.
"Alright, maybe I was a bit… concerned about you're meeting him. He's celebrity. He would have romanced just for the publicity, and I didn't want you to be hurt."
"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself, thanks. You couldn't have kept thus from me forever."
"I know I couldn't have done that but I was trying as hard as I could to keep him from you. None of the newspapers have the hospital's location or name, and he doesn't know where you are either."
"Has" She asked. "It ever occurred to you he's just a nice guy wanting to see if I'm okay?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't believe it for a second."
"Well, that's the difference between us isn't it?"
"I suppose. Sarah."
They stared at each other, the silence growing. Unsaid words were passed. Feelings attempted to be hidden.
"You were in the ambulance."
That threw him. "What?"
"You rode with me to the hospital. This says you found me on a stretcher while the EMTs where taking me out of the terminal. Why were you there?"
Now it was his turn to flush. "I-I was meeting you. I was going to take you out to dinner, then home, if you'd let me."
Her face was shocked. "What?"
"I've wanted to for months, and this was the only way I could."
"Griss…"
"Would you have said yes?"
"Probably. Would you still ask?"
"Sarah Sidle will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?" He asked solemnly.
Grinning, Sarah nodded. "But on one conditions; I can go on one date with Brad. Just to say thank you. He deserves that, at least."
"Fine. If I get a condition in return. Two, actually."
"Okay."
"One, that you call me Gil. Two... Can I take you home?"
"Sure…Gil."