A/N: Wow. Look what you guys are doing to me. If I have to type much faster I think my fingers will break offJ Then where will you be, huh? Keep sending me reviews, look what they're doing. Another chapter already.

You guys have been begging for some twisted revenge . One person, you know who you are, wants me to have his balls crushed liked overripe grapes. This comes pretty damn close, so I hope you are all satisfied.

I have to throw out a big thank you to JellyBeanChiChi! She has been so awesome with helping me edit some of my scenes!!! And Misanthropee too. You make me laugh!

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Chapter Ten

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Jim burst through the open door with his weapon raised.

"Las Vegas police!" He yelled, announcing their arrival.

Denalgio's head snapped up but the element of surprise was gone in an instant. He reached into the waist band of the back of his pants with practiced ease and speed. He raised the black, nine millimeter, bringing it level with Jim's face. Jim didn't hesitate. He squeezed the trigger and only his eyes flinched when the round exploded from the other end of the barrel in a flash of fire, blowing a neat, quarter sized hole in the center of Denalgio's forehead. An instant after blood splattered and bone shattered on Denalgio's face Sara fired her weapon from where she stood in the door. The second bullet struck the dead mans groin and his ready cock exploded.

He fell to the floor with a muffled thud and Jim rushed over to secure his weapon. He was sure that the bastard was dead but decided not to take the chance and pressed two fingers against the side of his neck. He was relieved when he felt nothing and cringed when his eyes were caught by the bloody mess between the mans legs. He pushed all other thoughts aside and stepped over to the table.

Sara and Nick rushed over to Gil's shaking form. He was still stretched face first over the table top, gripping the edge for all he was worth. Sara leaned down close to his ear.

"Gil." A tear came to her eye when he flinched at the sound of her voice. "Gil, baby, it's okay. You're safe now. We're here."

She gently peeled the fingers of his right hand off the edge of the table and Jim repeated the action with the fingers of his left hand.

Jim and Nick lifted his dead weight off the table and as they lowered him to the floor Sara sat down and took his upper body onto her lap. They had eased him onto his left side and she cradled his head and shoulders, holding him close to her chest. She didn't try to stop her tears as he slowly raised his face and looked at her with his broken, blue eyes.

"Sara?"

The word was spoken in a weak, broken voice and disbelief coated his question.

"Yeah, baby." She whispered. "It's me."

His eyes closed and his body went limp in her arms. She fearfully pressed two fingers to his neck. She felt nothing. She quickly adjusted her fingers. Then she felt it. Although it was faint and erratic his pulse was there.

Jim took off his coat and laid it over Gil, covering his nakedness. He knew it wouldn't do much good for when the paramedics arrived they would remove his coat, but he hoped that in some small way it might return his damaged friend some of his dignity. He knelt down next to Sara and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She leaned her head against his and he gently kissed her forehead.

Nick left the room to compose himself. He leaned against the wall as relief flooded over him and tears rushed like a raging river from his eyes. He allowed himself a minute to release and then quickly recomposed himself. After wiping his eyes and sniffling a few times he raised the radio to his lips.

"We got him, I repeat, we found CSI Grissom and he's alive." He closed his eyes as fresh tears threatened to choke him again. "We are in the back, East building. Number nineteen. We need paramedics STAT."

He went back into the room long enough to see how Gil was doing then went to the front of the building to wait outside for the others and show them to the room.

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Catherine and Warrick had been searching warehouse number twenty and ran outside when they heard Nick's call. They ran over to the building and saw Nick standing impatiently in front of the door. His eyes were red from crying and he pointed them in the direction of the room.

They ran the short distance down the hall and rushed through the doorway. The first thing that registered was Jim and Sara huddled together on the floor with Gil lying across her lap. Neither of them could hold their tears as they began to notice other things in the room. Bloody shackles dangling from the wall and laying on the floor. The bloodied bull whip snaking along the concrete surface. The blood stains on the floor between the shackles and on the wall where Gil had been thrown back against it. They quickly got out of the way when the paramedics came hustling through the door.

They removed Jim's jacket and both of them tried to hide their blush at the older man's nakedness. Nick had let the officers clear the building but he only let the paramedics into the room until they had covered Gil in a blanket and strapped him to the stretcher. They all followed the paramedics back outside and Sara and Jim ran alongside the stretcher. She didn't let go of his hand until they lifted the stretcher into the back of the ambulance and then she climbed in behind them. Jim climbed onto the bench beside her and before they closed the doors he tossed his keys to Catherine.

Upon arriving at the hospital Jim and Sara were stopped at the doors to the emergency room and refused entry. They reluctantly and dejectedly turned away and went over to the reception desk. Jim helped her fill out the necessary paper work and then they trudged to the waiting room and sat down on the same couch that they had when they had waited for Greg the day before.

He took one of her shaking hands and held it tight. Just as much to ease his nerves as hers. Twenty minutes later Nick and Warrick came rushing into the waiting room.

"Any word yet?" Nick asked eagerly.

"No, they just took him in a little while ago." Jim said.

"Oh… right." Nick's shoulders slumped.

He sat down next to Sara and Warrick sat down in the chair that kitty-cornered Jim's end of the couch. As if realizing someone was missing Sara lifted her head and looked around.

"Where's Cath?"

"She took Jim's car to the lab to pick up Greg." Warrick explained.

"Oh." She nodded.

She hadn't seen Jim toss Catherine his keys, but it made sense when she thought about it. A short time later Catherine and Greg joined them in their wait.

"Any word?" Catherine asked as she sat down next to Warrick.

Jim silently shook his head.

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It was nearing hour six of their wait and Sara was sure that the nurses were becoming annoyed with her hourly checks. She was becoming increasingly worried and frustrated by their refusal to give her any information.

"Can I get you anything?" Nick asked.

She sadly smiled and shook her head. They had all taken their turns pacing the floor, making coffee runs and going to the vending machines, but she was sure she would go through the roof like a rocket if she had one more cup of coffee.

"What is taking them so long?"

She plopped back down on the couch next to Jim who had just started to nod off.

"I don't know." He replied and stretched.

She found it shocking how fast their lives had turned from a simple happiness to an absolute horror. Just two days ago they had been walking their brown and white boxer, Hank, down the street and discussing the possibilities of a wedding. She was grateful that the sitter had agreed to keep him for a couple extra days and even said she wouldn't charge them when she found out the reason why.

Finally a tired looking man, wearing a dress shirt and slacks underneath his long white lab coat, walked into the waiting room.

"Miss Sidle?" He asked.

Six sets of tired, anxious eyes looked up at him. Sara stood immediately and tried not to run over to him, he knew he had picked the right one as she was the one that seemed the most distraught.

"Yes, I'm Sara." She answered, trying to keep the fear from her voice.

"Hi." He held out his hand. "I'm Doctor Diller."

She shook his hand then politely introduced him to the others.

"They're family." She said with a determination that seemed final.

He looked at each of them and smiled in understanding. They were the only ones in the waiting room so he saw no need to crowd them all into the hall or his office.

"Let's sit, shall we?"

He motioned to the seats they had previously been occupying and they all complied. He inhaled a long, tired breath and let out a long, deep sigh.

"It's difficult to say where to begin." He rubbed his forehead. "I've seen a lot in my time as a doctor, but never before have I seen the extent of abuse that a man Mister Grissom's age has suffered."

He took another deep breath and sighed as he shook his head.

"First of all, he lost quite a bit of blood and we had to give him blood transfusions, but I don't believe the loss will cause complications with his recovery. Do you know if Mister Grissom was whipped?"

"Yes." Catherine replied after a moment of unsure silence.

An image of the bloodied whip flashed in her mind at the question.

"He has fifteen lacerations on his back, but most of them were not too severe. Only a few of them required stitches. Three of them wrap around his right side and come to his front." He pointed to himself to show where the wounds were. "Two on his chest and one on his stomach. Those did require some stitches." He opened the case file, looked at something inside, then closed it before continuing. "The total count of stitches for his torso were two hundred and thirty seven."

Everyone gasped, except for Sara. They all had gotten at least a glimpse of the wounds on his back, except for Greg who sat in shocked silence, but still found it shocking to hear the words spoken. Sara sat quietly as hot tears ran down her cheeks and she grabbed Jim's hand, who had been sitting next to her, and squeezed it fiercely.

The doctor truly wished that he didn't have to tell them the next part.

"I'm not sure if you are aware… Of the nature of the abuse that Mister Grissom has suffered…"

His quiet voice trailed off. It would not be easy to tell the family of a rape victim what had been done to their loved one. Before he could continue, Jim spoke.

"We know that he was raped." Jim quietly explained when Diller gave him a questioning look. "One of his kidnappers video taped it and sent us the disc."

The concern became more evident in the doctors eyes and he simply nodded his head. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to watch a loved one brutalized like that and he did not want to.

"He did require ten stitches in his rectum and I put him on a mild laxative until he has healed enough to not need them."

He paused for a moment to let it sink in and Sara mentally shook herself as she couldn't stop thinking about how they would get through this. His broken eyes flashed in her memory and she heard his broken whisper in her ear. She quietly tried to list in her mind all of his injuries that the doctor had told them about so far.

"We took full body x-rays and there is some deep bruising on his arms and legs. He also suffered a hairline fracture to his right cheek bone, three broken ribs and a three and a half inch hairline fracture on his left knee. He'll have to wear a brace for his knee until the fracture heals itself."

Sara took in the information he had just given her and made another mental note about his need for the knee brace. She nodded after processing what he had said and prayed that was the end of his list of injuries.

He let out another long sigh and she steeled herself against more to come.

"He also has a small skull fracture on the back of his head and some pretty severe bruising on his brain."

He calmly waited for their grief stricken reaction to pass before continuing.

"He has had a CT scan and there is no evident bleeding, which is good news. However, he does have a severe concussion."

"Is there… brain damage?" Sara didn't want to ask the question but knew she had to.

"It's possible, but we'll know more when he wakes up."

"Is he in a coma?" Greg asked.

"Doctor Kitts, our neurologist, will be in this evening to examine him and she will talk to you about it when she comes to her conclusion. Mister Grissom is going to need a lot of recovery time. After the beatings, the blood loss, the shock and the immense pain that I'm sure he suffered… his body is going to need a long time to rest and recuperate."

"How long do you think it could be before he's awake?" Nick asked.

"I can't say for sure." Diller said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"When can we see him?" Sara asked after a long silence.

"They're settling him into a private room upstairs. The nurse will come and get you when they're done."

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Twenty minutes later a young nurse came into the waiting room and announced the name Grissom. They eagerly made their way over to her and she directed them up to Gil's room, but told them that only two would be allowed to go in. They stepped off the elevator and Sara and Jim headed towards the room while the others quietly filed into the waiting room. Sara paused at the door to his room. She wanted to see him, but she was almost afraid to. She was startled a little when she felt Jim's hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, kiddo. You're not alone."

His words infused her with the strength she needed and she pushed open the door.

They walked into the room and saw Gil's still form lying on the bed. He lay, positioned, on his left side with a white sheet draped over his legs, stopping at his waist. Two nurses were getting him settled in and quickly finished before solemnly leaving the room. As they stood by the door, unable to move, the only noise heard was the steady beep of his heart monitor. After a long moment Sara forced her feet to move and she went to his bedside and kissed him gently on his temple. The right side of his face was swollen twice its normal size and covered in a dark, ugly bruise. Two, white butterfly strips stood in contrast of the bruise where they held together a cut on his cheek.

Jim pulled a chair up to that side of the bed and directed Sara to sit, which she did so gratefully. Upon seeing him so broken and fragile her legs felt weak and she wasn't sure how long she could stand. She rested her arm on his pillow and gently ran her fingers through his hair.

"Hi, baby." She whispered.

She didn't know if he could hear her or not even though she had heard stories of people in comas hearing all that was going on around them. So she would talk to him and hope that he would respond.

"You have to come back to me, honey. Don't leave me."

She buried her face in her hands and openly wept for the man she had given her heart to. Jim lowered himself to one knee beside her chair and pulled her into his arms. She wept freely in his embrace, thankful to have such a strong and caring friend.

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A/N: Ohhh, two in a rowJ Yes, Sara's revenge was gross, nasty and officially banned by the FCC. But if you didn't at least smile a little on the inside then you are not a true GSR fan and you are an official Grissom hater. Peace out. -Esther

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