The Look Of Love (part 8)
Sara was sitting in the doctors office, the dressing was coming off today. She was still afraid that it would scar.
Just before the doctor came in Gil took her in his arms. "Sara, no matter what, I love you and you are beautiful."
She smiled at him. The dressing came off, there was a scar but not as bad as she thought it might be. "You can hardly see it," the doctor said.
Sophia woke up, her shoulder was hurting. Nick was right there with pain meds and a fresh dressing.
"You are to good to me," she said. He kissed her, "That's because I love you so."
Catherine woke up early, she was not feeling well. Warrick got up to find her sitting on the side of the bed. "What's wrong love?" he asked. "I think I ate something that did not agree with me," she answered, "I have been sick twice already."
Right after she said that she covered her mouth and took off to the bathroom again.
Sara handed Gil a piece of paper. "You finally got that physical," he said. "Yes, now you can stop bugging me," was her reply, "you know how I hate doctors." "Just as I thought," Gil said kissing her, "perfect. The doctor says you are in perfect shape."
At the lab that shift Warrick and Sara were talking. He had told her about Catherine being sick. "Is she OK?" Sara asked.
"Yeah," he said.
Nick and Greg were playing a game on their Game Boy's. Catherine was dozing.
Grissom walked in, he smiled at Sara. She could see the love in his eyes, it always made her happy when he looked at her like that.
"Time to get things started," he said. Nick and Warrick were on a hit and run. Catherine had a hand, it was found in a toilet. Sara was on her own tonight, she had a possible run away. Gil and Greg were going to Greg's first autopsy.
Catherine went to her scene, the hand was a rubber one, someone put it there as a prank. She called Gil and asked if she could go home, she did not feel well.
Sara knocked on the door, a man answered it. "Sara Sidle from the Crime Lab," she said, "and this is Jim Brass, LVPD. We are here about your daughter."
"What about her?" he asked. "Your wife reported her missing," Brass said. "She ain't missing," the man told Brass, "she was playing hide and seek in the closet and fell asleep."
"Can we see her?" Sara asked. "What the hell for?" the man yelled, "get the hell out of my house." He slammed the door.
"Jim, something is wrong," Sara said. "I have that feeling too," Brass said, "but there is nothing we can do about it."
They were walking towards their car when they heard a woman scream and glass break. Going around the back they saw a lady laying on the ground, she has fallen through a glass door.
"She slipped," the man said. Brass called the ambulance. "I doubt she 'slipped'" Sara said. Once again Jim said there was nothing they could do.
Sara went to the hospital, the ER doctors said she died, she bled out from the cuts. She called Brass, he said he would notify the husband.
Sara said she was going back to the morgue, she wanted to talk to doc.
In Dr. Robbins office Sara told him she suspected her husband might have pushed her. Doc said he would call her when he was done.
Sara's phone rang, it was Brass, he told her to come back to the house right away.
Arriving at the house Sara saw an officer, he had the man in cuffs. She walked up to him, "What is it?" she asked.
He just nodded toward the house.
Sara walked inside, Brass was standing in the living room. "You were right," he said to Sara.
He told her that he was about to knock on the door to tell the man about his wife but the door was already open. "I identified myself, no answer.
Then he heard the man yelling then he heard a child scream.
He went inside to see what was going on and found him standing over a little girl, she was laying on the floor crying and bleeding. The man had a strap in his hand.
"Where is the girl?" Sara asked. "On her way to hospital." Jim told her to go to the kitchen, when Sara went in it was very obvious to Sara what had happened to the woman.
There was food all over the floor, it looked as if it was pushed off the table. Sara went back to Jim, "Doc called, I need to go."
At the morgue doc showed Sara bruises on the ladies shoulders. "They are hand prints," doc said, "she was pushed. There is also signs of abuse."
"I am going to the hospital to check on the girl," Sara told him.
She called Gil and filled him in. Sara talked to the girl, Brass was with her.
The girl told Sara that her father got angry at her mother because she cooked meatloaf and he wanted chicken. She also said she saw her father push her mother through the glass door.
"I got scared and hid in the closet," she said, "I was so scared I peed myself. That is why he hit me."
"We have arrested him," Jim said.
Sara went back to the lab and filled in Gil, she finished the paperwork, clocked out and went home.
Gil arrived at the house a little after she did. He found Sara sitting on the bed crying. He went and sat next to her, "I have been trying to keep you away from those cases," he said, "and you got one anyway."
"I don't want to sleep," she said, "I can't stand the thoughts of that dream again."
"Honey, maybe if you tell me about the dream it might help," Gil said.
Sara was not sure, she had never told anyone. She drew a deep breath.
"It always starts the same, I am 7 again, sitting on the couch playing with my bear. I hear my parents yelling, they start throwing things. I duck behind the couch afraid to breath too loud. Then there is blood, blood all over everything, the living room fills with blood, I climb on a chair to get away from the raising blood. I can hear my father laughing, then he comes over to me, pushes me off the chair and tries to drown me in the blood. That is when I wake up."
"Oh my God," Gil said, "that is ...." "Yeah, I know," Sara said.
"I just wish I knew what to do to help you," Gil said.
"Just be here and hold me," she said cuddling closer to him. "I am not going anywhere," he said.
She lay next to him and fought sleep as long as she could, it finally overtook her. Gil did not sleep, he lay there watching her and listening to her breathing. She started to toss, her breathing became rapid, he knew it was coming.
Once before he had woken her before the dream started, but when she fell asleep again it only came back. He had to let her finish it, that is the only way she can rest. The tears started, then the screams, then she woke.
Gil was right there, she buried her face in his chest and cried. The tears stopped, the breathing calmed, sleep came again. Gil knew that he had to talk to someone, then it hit him, he had a very close friend who was a psychologist, he would call him in the morning.
The next morning Gil was on the phone before Sara woke. "Andy," he said, "I have a problem and I need your help," Gil told him about Sara and her dream and what triggers them.
"Bring her in today," Andy told him, "I will talk to her." Sara came into the kitchen, Gil had made oatmeal and fruit. "Honey, I talked to a friend of mine, his name is Andy. He said he might be able to help you."
Sara told him she was willing to do anything to get over the dream.
Across town, in a different kind of doctors office, Catherine was sitting on the exam table. She was tired of being sick all the time and Warrick talked her into going.
"Miss Willows," the doctor said, "you don't have food poison." "Well that is good to hear," she said, "what is wrong? A stomach virus?"
"No, you are pregnant, about a month I would guess."
Warrick about fell off the chair.
"Are you kidding?" Cath asked him. He giggled and showed her the test results.
"Make an appointment with an OB as soon as you can," he said. He left the room.
Warrick looked over at Cath and smiled, "How? I always take my pill," she said.
Rick reminded her about the one weekend they went away and forgot to take them with her.
Later at the house Warrick and Catherine were talking about the baby.
Rick had bought her a diamond and he was going to ask her to be his wife, he thought it would be a great Christmas surprise but, considering what they just found out, he said, "Hon, I was going to wait until Christmas for this but I think now would be better."
He reached in his pocket and showed her a diamond ring.
"Catherine, I would be very honored if you would be my wife."
"You don't have to, I mean just because of the baby," she told him.
"Believe me," Rick said, "I have wanted this for a long time. Catherine Willows will you marry me?"
"Yes, I will," she said throwing her arms around him.
Later that afternoon Gil brought Sara to see Andy.
"A psychiatrist?" she said. "Please darling, give him a chance." She agreed. "Andy Rose, Sara Sidle. Sara, Andy." The introductions were made, they shook hands and went into his office.
He asked Gil to sit in the waiting room, after about an hour he asked Gil to join them.
"I have an idea," Andy said, "I am very confident that it will work. Have either of you heard of HYPNOTHERAPY?"
Gil said he had read of it but Sara said she knew nothing.
"You are put into a very relaxed state, like a trance. Dreams are mainly contained in your subconscious mind, that is how we will take care of the problem."
"Are you sure it will work?" Sara asked. "99%," he said, "talk it over and call me."
He gave them some booklets to read. Sara thanked him and they left.
Nick was making Sophia's bed while she was taking a shower. He picked up her pillow, he loved the way she smelled.
Nick needed her but would never force his needs on her. It will happen when she is ready.
"Nick," she said "you did not have to do that." He smiled. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he said as he kissed her cheek.
"Do you know how much I need you?" she said as she kissed him.
She let her robe slip to the floor. "Are you sure you can," he asked touching her shoulder.
"Let's find out," she told him as she pushed him to the bed.
Later, she lay cuddled in his arms, "You are fantastic." Nick blushed, "You make me that way."
At their home Gil read the booklets as Sara looked it up on the computer.
"This is fascinating," she said, "they use it to help people stop smoking and loose weight. Gil I want to try it."
"Great, I will call Andy," he said. Gil made the call, her appointment was for the next day.
Sara looked at the clock. "We still have a couple of hours before shift I think I will get some rest."
Gil said he would read while she rested, he picked up his book.
Sara took the book from him, "I need some help getting to sleep," she smiled as she took his hand and headed for the bedroom.
"MMMM, I think I like that idea," he said. Gil took her in his arms and kissed her.
After, she lay in his arms, it did not take her long to fall asleep. Gil had not planned to sleep, he was not sure if it was the warmth of her body or just the fact that he was completely drained, whatever caused it he slept too.
The alarm woke him, Gil was glad he decided to set it.
He slipped from the bed and headed for the shower. He dried and dressed.
Sara still had not woken up. He sat next to her and kissed her, "Sleepy head, time to get up and get going." She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "OK!" but I would rather have a repeat of earlier," she said caressing his face, "I can't get enough of you."