CHAPTER TEN
A few minutes after that horrific incident took place, Brass and Gil both parked their cars in Brass' driveway. They got out and headed to Brass' home, entering through the front door. As soon as Brass had the chance to close the door behind them, a wailing toddler ran to Brass and hugged his leg tightly. The child left behind him a trail of tiny bloody shoe prints on the light wood floor as he ran to brass. Most of his jean overalls were covered in blood.
Fear gripped both men as they tried to take in the scene in front of them. Then Brass picked up the wailing toddler and held him in his arms. "What happened, Jimmy? What's wrong?" Brass asked urgently, needing to know who was hurt.
"Mama big bobo." wailed Jimmy, pointing to the study, trying to explain to the two men what had happened.
Gil and Brass looked at each other with horror. "Sara." Brass gasped.
Not wasting another second, Gil turned and followed the bloody shoe prints trail until it led him to the study. He entered and found Charlotte's dead body laying beside the doorway. The scene horrified him. What happened? Then, his eyes spotted Sara and his heart almost stopped from the fear that suddenly intensified inside him. Her clothes were soaked in her own blood, and her body lay limply on the floor, but she was alive. He could see her chest heaving with every short breath she took.
"Jim, call 911. Hurry." shouted Gil as he ran to Sara's side. He cradled her head in his lap, and began to tap her face lightly, so she would open her eyes. "Come on, honey, wake up. Don't you die on me. Open your eyes, my love, please." he begged desperately as his tears covered his cheeks.
Slowly, Sara's eyes fluttered open. Gil cupped her cheek and stroked it lightly while he smiled at her, and wiped his damp cheeks with his other hand.
"Hang in there, honey. Just for a little while longer, until the ambulance arrive. Brass had already called them. They're on their way. They should be here any second, now." he reassured her.
"I don't think I can make it. Gil, you have a son, a toddler. Jimmy is your son. Ours. Take a good care of him. Raise him well. Don't abandon him, he'll have no one if you did. He needs you." Sara said, her breathing became labored.
"No, you have to make it. And then, we will raise our son together. You're not going to die, you hear me?" Gil cried, not bothering to wipe away his tears, this time.
Brass entered the study briefly with Jimmy in his arms, covering the boy's eyes with his palm, so he would not see all the blood that covered the floor and walls of the study.
"Oh Lord. What the hell happened in her?" wondered Brass as he saw the laying bodies in his study.
"It doesn't matter right now. Where the hell is that ambulance?" asked Gil, starting to panic.
"They will be here any second, now. A minute ago, they told me that they were just a couple of minutes away. How is she doing?" asked Brass although he was not sure if he really wanted to know.
"She needs medical help as soon as possible." admitted Gil.
Just then, they heard an ambulance siren from a distance.
"Thank God. I'll take Jimmy and go wait for them outside." said Brass as he exited the study, with Jimmy still in his arms.
"It's going to be okay, honey. The ambulance is almost here. You're going to be okay. Just hang on." Gil reassured her as he silently prayed to God to save the love of his life before it was too late.
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Sara was rushed to the Operating Room directly. There was no time for the ER doctors to stabilize her first. She already lost a lot of blood. So, there was no time to waste at all.
In the ambulance, Sara had died. He heart stopped for over a minute, but four shocks of 300 joules brought her back. Gil held her hand all the way from Brass' house to the hospital as he sat beside her gurney in the ambulance. The paramedics had to sedate Sara, in order to intubate her, which will provide her oxygen. So, she didn't hear him when he told her he loved her, over and over again.
Brass had to follow the ambulance to the hospital, since he had the baby car seat in his car for Jimmy.
When Sara was wheeled to the OR, Gil and Brass were led to the OR waiting area by a nurse. Gil took a seat while Brass paced the area, trying to sooth a fussy Jimmy in his arms for a whole five minutes, but nothing seemed to work.
"I don't know what's wrong with him, he can't possibly be hungry because Sara fed him just over an hour ago, when I called her from the lab to check on them, she said she was feeding him, besides, this is not his hungry cry. And he's not wet, either." complained Brass as he felt Jimmy's diapers.
"Let me try." Gil stood up and went to Brass, extending his arms to his son.
Jimmy immediately leaned forward, dropping his weight into his father's strong arms. "Dada." said Jimmy, wrapping his little arms around Gil's neck, and stopped fussing.
Gil was dumbstruck, he didn't know that his son knew who he was. Gil held him tight to his chest. He felt the connection between father and son, the bond. The feeling of fatherhood seeped through him. Gil was a father.
"It's ok, son. Everything is going to be ok." he soothed, kissing his son's forehead before moving to a chair. He sat with Jimmy in his lap. The toddler rested his head on his father's chest.
Brass was amazed at the bond the father and son shared.
Jimmy lifted his head to look at his father's face. "Mama okay?" he wanted to know if his mother will be alright.
Gil looked at his son and saw a set of his own blue eyes staring at him, patiently waiting for an answer. The resemblance between him and his son was uncanny. Even Gil saw it.
"Mommy is with the doctor, right now. He will try to fix her." he talked to his son in a simple way, so he could understand him.
"Allotte...Allotte bad." Jimmy stated.
Both Gil and Brass looked at each other, surprised that the toddler caught the name of the person that hurt his mother. Gil was, also, amazed at his son's intelligence.
"He's intelligent, Gil. He takes after his parents." smiled Brass.
Gil just smiled back. His mind was worried about Sara.
Brass excused himself and got out of the waiting area. He walked down the hall until he was sure that Grissom wouldn't be able to hear him. He called Catherine and told her about the tragedy that just happen, and he also told her about what Charlotte had done to Grissom an Sara. He told her that Gil was under hypnosis the entire time he was with Charlotte, so he didn't mean any of the horrible things he did to Sara.
Jim asked Catherine to inform the guys about everything he just said to her, so they won't be hard on him. Especially not now, when he was worried sick about the love of his life. The last thing Gil needed, right now, is to be judged.
Jim hung up and walked back to the waiting area. When he entered, he was met with the most beautiful sight, ever. Gil recited Shakespeare to his son, who was laying in his father's arms with his thumb tucked in his mouth while his eyes were fluttering shut as exhaustion took over his little body. Gil continued to recite until he was sure that Jimmy was asleep.
"Poor thing must be exhausted from all that wailing." stated Brass, taking the seat next to Grissom's.
"What's his full name?" he asked Jim, who sat beside him.
"James William Sidle. She named him after me." bragged Brass.
"Why William?" Gil asked.
"She said that you always admired William Shakespeare work, and that you once told her you liked that name, so she named your son's middle name William." Brass explained.
Gil didn't know how to make it up to her. She was truly an amazing woman. She named their son as he wanted, even after the hell he put her through.
"How old is he, exactly?" Gil needed to know.
"Fifteen months. You know? The minute she knew she was having a boy, she prayed that her son, your son would look just like you. She said if she couldn't have you, then atleast she could have a small part of you. And I asked her why would she want someone to remind her of you after what you put her through? You know what she told me? She told me that you were the best thing that happened to her even after you left her, and the good memories she had of you was enough for her to never stop loving you. God, Gil, I've never seen such love in my whole life. The love Sara carries for you is beyond imagination." Brass said.
Now, Gil's cheeks were covered in tears as he closed his eyes. "Stop Jim, please." he begged his friend, whispering.
Brass let the subject drop when he saw his friend's condition.
An hour later, Catherine entered the waiting area with a bag in her hand. She admired the scene of Gil holding his sleeping son lovingly. She smiled at him then at Brass as she walked to them.
"How is she?" she asked worriedly.
"No change, she's still in the OR." answered Brass.
Catherine turned to Gil and saw the worry in his red rimmed eyes. She kneeled in front of him and caressed his arm, comforting him. "She's strong, Gil. She's a surviver. She's going to make it." she whispered.
"If you had seen the amount of blood she lost, you wouldn't be sure of that." he said softly, wiping the new tears sliding down his cheeks.
"In fact, I had. I just came from Brass' home. I saw the scene, the blood, everything. And I still believe that she's going to make it. This is Sara we are talking about, she's strong enough to survive anything." Catherine stated.
"I hope you're right." Gil prayed.
"Where are the guys?" asked Brass.
"They're at your house, processing the scene. When I told them what happened, they all insisted that they would be the ones to work the crime scene. So, I called Ecklie, telling him that, and he didn't mind." Catherine explained.
She opened the small bag she brought with her, and got out a tiny red and dark blue t-shirt with a matching tiny dark blue shorts. Then, she pointing at the sleeping baby.
"I need his clothes, they're evidence." she said softly.
Gil nodded slowly.
"If you'll hand him to me, I'll change him." she instructed.
"No, Catherine. He's my son and I'm going to change him, myself." Gil insisted.
Nodding, Catherine watched him changing his son gently and with great love. He carefully took off his son's bloody little overalls and shirt underneath, and put them in the evidence bag Catherine was holding. Then he picked up the new, clean clothes and slipped them over his son's body with great gentleness. Catherine was amazed at the amount of love Gil carried for his son. And, she couldn't help but think, that if Sara accepted him again in her life, then they would be the happiest family on earth.
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