Behind The Scenes

By: supercsi4

Chapter 4 - Grave Danger

SARA:

I love Nick like a brother and this whole case, the search and the rescue, has worn me down like I never could have predicted. I am so grateful to be able to go to Grissom's and be with him tonight. I need him tonight and I wouldn't be surprised if he needed me too.

Today's shift started out just like everyday. I met up with Grissom in the hallway on the way to his office to see what the outcome of his experiment was. "Spatter patterns are a match. One bullet, two victims," he explained. I followed him into his office and watched as he sat down behind his desk. "No, no, no, no. Grissom, that isn't possible. I sampled every square inch of that scene, and there was only one DNA type on the bloodstains," I disagreed. "How about that? Our mystery vics are identical twins." "Twins?" I was shocked I hadn't thought of that, "Well, that's different." "Technically, it's the same." He thinks he's so clever.

Today Grissom seemed to be in a great mood. Even others around the lab had begun to notice his change in mood since we had been seeing each other, but no one knew I was the real reason for the mood transformation. He was especially talkative today, telling me about his ownership of some horse named Trigger, after I noticed the certificate of ownership framed on his desk. I know I should pay attention to what he is saying, but to see his face light up like that, I loose myself in his eyes. Within a couple hours, everything changed.

Nick's kidnapping hit Grissom harder then I had thought it would and he put his heart and soul into finding him, because I guess we all knew that is what Nick would have done for us. But Grissom went above and beyond the call of duty. He had volunteered to take the ransom money to the kidnapper and I was so pissed. I admired what he was doing, but god I was so worried about him. I told him to be careful and then I practically ran out of the room. I couldn't be around when everything went down, I would worry myself to death. I had heard that the kidnapper had blown himself up. When I heard of the explosion, my heart stopped and only started beating again when my cell beeped seconds later with a text message that said, 'I'm fine.' Thank god. What a pair, huh? Now, we have both been blown up at least once.

After Nick was safe and sound in the hospital and everyone had finally left work, I went into Grissom's office and asked him if he was ready to go home. It had been an incredibly long day. He comes around from behind his desk and hugs me. I am surprised at first by this public display of affection, but it is lost by the words that escaped his mouth next. "I love you so much Sara," he just barely whispered to me. I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a comforting squeeze. "You know I love you too Griss." I mean I knew he loved me and he knew I felt the same, but this was the first time it was spoken aloud.

GRISSOM:

I love Nick like a son and maybe that is why this case hit me so hard. It is one of our own and he might have died if I couldn't have figured the twisted puzzle all out before it is too late. Sara was staying surprisingly strong throughout the case, maybe for me, I don't know.

The day had started out so normal. I had just cracked our case with a little experiment to determine that the vics were identical twins. I was working with Sara and we ended up back in my office when she looked down and saw something new on my desk. "What's this?" she asked, picking up a framed certificate. "I just got it. It's a certificate of honorary ownership of Trigger, 'The Smartest Horse in the Movies,' issued by Roy Rogers to the Children of America. Roy felt that the children of America were the true owners of Trigger, so any kid that would write him, he'd send them one of those," I explained, excited that Sara was the first person for me to tell my story to. "And where did you get it?" "The Roy Rogers and Dale Evans Museum, which used to be in Victorville, California, and is now in Branson, Missouri." "Roy Rogers, the cowboy?" "King of the cowboys," I corrected her, "I wrote to him when I was four. He sent me one of those. I lost it, so I thought I'd replace it." "And then you thought you would frame it." Was she making fun of me? Then within a couple hours, everything changed.

We were forced to investigate Nick's kidnapping and practically relive what he was being put thru from a computer screen safe in our lab. I honestly didn't know if we would be able to get to him in time. The kidnapper had asked for a ransom and I volunteered to take it to an abandoned warehouse to meet him. What was I thinking? I'm not sure. I announced to the others, including Sara, what the plan was. I wanted to be sure Sara couldn't try to talk me out of it, so I didn't want to be alone with just her. After I explained everything and began packing up to leave, I looked up to see her face full of worry.

My plan wasn't meant to hurt her, but I needed to save Nick. She walked over, helping me load the money into a bag and discreetly placed her hand onto mine, told me to be careful, then turned quickly to leave the room. The kidnapper ended up blowing himself up and almost me in the process. As soon as I was conscious enough to work my phone, I sent a text message to Sara to let her know I was fine. Of course the police had followed me to the warehouse and the explosion would be on the scanner within seconds and I didn't need Sara to lose it in the middle of the lab. Now I know how she felt in the lab explosion. Sara could have died, I could have just died, god I have missed out on realizing all these, 'could haves.' I love her so much.

Finally when everything was over, Sara walked into my office to get me so we could go home and I just can't resist any longer. I walk to her and pull her into a hug. I've been waiting to do that since we rescued Nick. After an event like this, you just want to go straight to the one you love and let them know just how much you love them. "I love you so much Sara," I said without even a second thought. Even if she already knew I loved her, and I'm sure she did, I needed her to hear it from my mouth. To my relief she replied, "You know I love you too Griss."

Laying in bed with Sara after that long emotionally draining experience, I realize that I want to fall asleep next to Sara every single night and wake up with her every single morning. What if it had been her instead of Nick? Would I have been able to control myself? What if we hadn't gotten to her in time? What if she had died? We should move in together.