Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!
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You are the Woman that I've Always Dreamed Of…
CHAPTER 3:
Another shot sounded.
The four men all ducked for cover, three quickly drawing their side arms to prepare for a fight. Grissom, unarmed as usual, quickly stood up to rush towards the scene. Brass and Nick, pulled him back to the cover of the SWAT vehicle.
"Stop" shouted Erica, as Grissom was brought back to the ground by his friends. "Let SWAT do their job!"
The SWAT Commander rallied his men. "Shots fired!" he yelled. "Suspect armed and dangerous and has already killed a police officer! Assume your positions!"
As the SWAT team approached the store, they saw Spencer crumble to the ground.
"Code 4," yelled Sara.
It seemed as though a collective sigh of relief went through the crowd.
Sara ran, limping slightly, towards the first armed SWAT officer near the door, collapsing in his arms.
A round of applause broke out from the crowd that had assembled. Certainly they were all happy to see the hero of the day get out alive.
Grissom, assessing that it was now ok to stand up and run to the scene, jumped up and sprinted to Sara's side, grabbing her from the arms of the officer.
"Sara," he asked, "Are you hurt?"
"Griss" she replied, tears in her eyes, "I thought I was dead!" she cried. "I thought I'd never see you again!" She wrapped her arms around him as if she was afraid he would disappear. She tried to hold back the tears, but they came hard and heavy.
"Sh…. Sara…. Its ok….. I've got you now!" he consoled her, trying to take the fear of the last few hours from her.
And suddenly the gravity of what she just said struck him like a lightening bolt. She cared for him. Truly. More than a mentor and mentee, more than a boss and employee, more than a friend. She was telling him that her fear had been that she would never see him again. Could this be?
He had always imagined that the flirting between them had been more than innocent, but couldn't reconcile the Sara he had met in San Francisco to the woman he had been working with these past three years.
After all, there were so many years between them. How could such a young vibrant woman have feelings for such an old man? Surely she had hundreds of choices of younger men. But here she was, in his arms, taking comfort from him and confessing that she would have missed him. HIM.
Brass, Nick and Greg quickly joined them. Erica was right behind. Grissom reluctantly released Sara from his grasped, allowing each of their friends to embrace her. Greg, Nick, and Brass each told her how proud they were of her and how glad they were that she was safe.
Erica, however, stood back and cleared her throat. "Gentlemen, clearly we are all happy that Sara is out of danger, however it would be a great time for her to get in the ambulance and go Desert Palms."
"Why in the world would she need to go to the hospital?" Greg asked.
"Check out her foot!" Erica replied.
They all looked down at Sara's feet. Blood was pooling under her right foot. Grissom quickly scooped Sara up and moved her to the waiting paramedic.
As he was quickly moving her to the ambulance, he whispered to her, "I will stay with you, don't worry."
He tossed his keys to Greg and said, "I'm going with her, take my Denali."
Clearly relieved, she sniffed and replied, "Thank you Griss."
As she was taken from his arms and put on the stretcher, she complained about feeling light headed. The paramedic told her that this was normal with the blood loss and that she shouldn't worry. They loaded her into the ambulance, Griss right beside her, and headed off, sirens wailing.
As she lost consciousness, he could have sworn he heard her say," I love you."
His heart soared.
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Back at the Quick Stop, Greg and Nick began processing the scene, as Spencer was being loaded onto a gurney.
"Damn bitch," he swore, continuing to paw at his eyes. He had been shot in the shoulder by the second bullet, but the greatest pain appeared to still be in his eye.
Greg looked over and grinned, "You picked the wrong CSI to mess with!" he said to the young man.
Spencer, not appearing amused, looked at Nick and Greg, eyes full of hatred, and replied "I'll get her for that!"
"Nah man," said Nick, "You will be going somewhere that will take up all of your free time!"
With that, the gurney was loaded into the ambulance, and the vehicle began its journey to Desert Palms.
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