Sara stood there stunned staring after the retreating figure of Grissom. 'He can't be serious. He wouldn't invite Catherine along. He specifically said date. Well, maybe not specifically, but he certainly implied it. I need to go have a word with him.'
She quickly picked up her own kit from its place in her locker and then hurried out into the car park to find Grissom leaning, smiling, against his SUV, waiting for her.
"You didn't think I was been serious did you?" he shouted quickly across before going and opening the door and sitting in the car.
It took Sara a moment to get moving again after this. She grinned, she had always known that a relationship with Grissom would be with a slightly different Grissom than at work, but she hadn't expected it to be so ... well ... fun. She had expected there to be joking and laughing but not teasing, from him, this early on in the relationship, they hadn't even had their first official date yet!
She climbed into the passenger side before lightly poking him in the ribs, "You owe me for that. Big Time! That was not nice."
She then looked straight ahead and out of the window, still smiling.
Grissom quietly chuckled to himself before turning the key in the ignition, pulling out of the car park, and driving down to the institution.
Once they arrived all teasing stopped and outwardly they appeared professional despite working so closely with each other in the same areas, mainly in a room with a window though, just to make sure.
Sara was staring at the rock when she was dimly aware of Grissom wandering off muttering something about a locked drawer and needing a key. She smiled at it, it was a typical Grissom moment, he had his mind set on checking the drawer and so went to find something or someone to open the drawer leaving everyone around him in the lurch.
Grissom walked down the corridor. Aiming for the security guard at the far end of the corridor, he would either have a key, or if not know who did have the key. He started talking to him asking him about which keys he had on him.
He didn't even see the person approaching the room he had just left, and instead ended up walking out of the corridor and into another room.still in search of some keys. Finally he found someone able to open the drawer and followed them down the corridor back to the room he had just left.
Reaching it he waited, confused, as the man he was following didn't enter the room, until he noticed that the door was locked. 'Sara wouldn't lock the door, and none of the doors here have automatic locks on them. What's happening in their? Is Sara OK?'
Moving he went to the window which looked into the room to see what was happening. He froze at what he saw. Sara was on the floor, Adam behind her, holding a weapon to her neck.
He knew that Adam wouldn't hesitate to use it if he had to, he also knew that he would be entirely unpredictable. His mind unable to focus, not wanting to register what he saw in there also saw a syringe uncapped but full laying discarded on the floor behind them.
'She must have tried to fight her way out. Please be OK Sara please be OK.'
He heard himself tell the man to open the door heard him mumble some excuse of not having the right key.
"Please open the door." He heard himself, almost begging as Sara looked up and saw him, their eyes locked only for a second but it conveyed everything to Grissom.
How scared she was feeling, that she knew how unpredictable Adam was, that she knew how dangerous the situation was, that she was now helpless with her attempt having failed. And also that she needed his help to get her out.
His mind raced thinking of possible courses of action, but nothing could be done until the door was open and Sara could be dead by then.
He dimly registered footsteps running in from another direction and a voice shouting Adam through the glass. What he did register was the second his arm let go of Sara, the moment she realised she was free and ran out, and the look of horror, anger, pain and fear on her face as she ran out of the room, and carried on running, slamming her fists on the mesh in front of the window.
He stared after her, not knowing what to do or what to say. It registered with him that Adam by now would already be dead, he vaguely registered Nurse McKay shouting at him, blaming him for Adam's death. He simply stood there until she stopped and shouted at someone else to get the paramedic. He then went towards Sara, slowly giving her time to hear his approach in order to comfort her.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and she wordlessly reached across her body and took hold of it with her hand. Neither saying anything, neither knowing what to say.
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Grissom listened painfully as Sara told him that her mother had been sent to a place like there for a while. That it was virtually identical and equally as twisted. Grissom could see that the memory hurt her and he just stood there listening, still not knowing how to respond, in the end he simply took hold of Sara's hand with his and held it. He suddenly found her sobbing into his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair with one, while the other just held onto her.
In a surprisingly short space of time he heard her sobs begin to subside and she raised her head and smiled at him appreciatively.
"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital to get you checked out and then if they say I can I'll take you back to your apartment."
She opened her mouth to object, he quickly shushed her by placing a finger over it, "No objections" he told her softly. "I don't care if you say you're fine, you're still going to get checked out, even if just to make me feel better."
She nodded silently and took hold of his hand, still needing the support it brought as he led her out and into the car.
En route to the hospital they swung by the CSI building, Sara stayed in the car while Grissom took her kit back in along with his, picked up their coats from the lockers and signed them both out at the front desk.
At the hospital Grissom got her seen quickly and with a minimum amount of fuss. The verdict was good, apart from a few scratches and bruises and been a bit shaken up she was fine. The doctor did advise though that she not remain alone for an extended period of time for the next 48 hours, just in case. Grissom thanked him and then led her out back to his car.
"Right that settles it, assuming its OK with you, I'm crashing on your couch tonight."
"Gri-" he cut her off.
"No you heard the doctor, your not to remain alone for the next 48 hours and I don't want anything to happen to you. Although if you want I can ask one of your neighbours to stay with you and I'll pick you up for work in the morning."
"Grissom I can drive."
"No you can't, your cars still at work." Sara quietly cursed under her breath, it was still at work. She didn't know any of her neighbours well enough for them to watch out for her tonight, but the last thing she needed was Grissom there. She didn't want to complicate things further even if he was just on the couch.
They carried on driving in silence, both with their own thoughts. 'Someone needs to watch over Sara tonight, but I don't think she's that close to any of her neighbours though. Why did I go and offer? I know I want her to be OK, but I don't want to make things worse and I don't want to scare her away either.'
"Grissom" Sara suddenly said, "Where are you going? You've just driven straight past the road to my apartment, and you are now on the road to yours."
Grissom blushed, "Sorry, I guess I was on auto-pilot. Do you want me to turn around or do you mind if we just crash at mine tonight?"
"No that's fine, we can just go to yours, on one condition. I still get the bed."
"Deal" both now smiling slightly at the odd arrangement Grissom drove the short distance to his house. Suddenly a thought occurred to him, "How do you know where I live? The only person I've ever had round from work was Catherine. And she still can't remember where it is without directions." Sara smiled coyly, "I thought it was just general knowledge, I know it was one of the first address's I learnt when I arrived in Nevada."
Grinning, Grissom pulled up outside his townhouse. "Come on, lets get you inside and let you get some rest. I just need to grab a spare blanket and then I'll go crash on the couch." Sara giggled, he looked at her questioningly. "A big tough man like you needing a blanket? Sorry, it was just the way you phrased it." She linked her arm in his, still laughing as he opened the door for her to the car.
They then headed inside the house, Sara still giggling, while Grissom muttered about his need of blankets and questioning what else he was meant to call them.