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Happy New Years Everyone!
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You are the Woman that I've Always Dreamed Of…
CHAPTER 8:
For once, both of them slept all the way through the night. But morning came much too early in the form of Grissom's cell phone buzzing.
"Grissom," he barked.
"Gil, its Jim," the voice said from the other end of the line.
"What's up Jim?" Grissom asked, concerned from the sound of his old friend's voice.
"Bad news," Brass hesitated. "Look there's no other way for me to tell you other than to just tell you…"
"Spit it out Jim, I haven't even had my coffee yet and I'm damn tired!" he demanded.
"Spencer McAllister broke out of the hospital last night."
Dead silence rang out on both ends of the phone.
"How in the hell did that happen, Jim?" Grissom asked, furious at the graveness of the situation. He was fully aware of the threats Spencer had made against Sara and the fact that Spencer was a few bricks shy of a full load.
"I think it was an inside job, but we are still investigating," Brass said, "But I'm on the way up there now with two uniforms and Sara's bag. I also took the liberty of retrieving your sidearm from your locker and Sara's from evidence. I hope you don't mind, but I think you might need it."
"Thanks Jim," he replied. "I'll see you shortly. Do you still remember the code?"
"Couldn't forget it if I tried!" he replied.
Grissom quickly got up and walked the house to make sure all of the windows and doors were closed.
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A few hours earlier.
Spencer McAllister had come out of surgery still as ornery as he had been before the anesthetic kicked in. He was abusive to the Doctors and nurses.
About four hours after surgery, he was brought a tray with some light food including jello and juice. However, much to the chagrin of the police detail that was assigned to watch him, when the tray was rolled out, Spencer was concealed beneath the delivery tray and was simply rolled out of the room. No one noticed until about 30 minutes later when a bed check was done and they discovered they were one patient short.
No one saw Spencer get into a waiting car with a man dressed like an orderly. No one saw as they drove towards the highway and pulled out to go west towards California. No one heard his final words to the city of Las Vegas and CSI Sidle.
"I'll be back. This is NOT over."
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Sara was awake and was feeling like getting up on her own. One attempt to put some weight on her foot convinced her otherwise.
"Griss!" she called out.
He showed up in the bedroom within just a few seconds with a coffee in his hands.
"Hello Dear, did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Yes, I sure did" she replied. "I didn't even have one nightmare."
He smiled. He knew she had trouble sleeping and was glad that he could help her get at least one good night. Well him and the pain medicine.
He leaned down to kiss her.
"Morning breath" she said as she covered her face.
"Really don't care," he replied as he scooped her up into his arms and kissed her like he was starved for her lips.
"Mmmm," she said, "I could wake up like this every morning!"
"Ok," he replied.
"What?" she said, not sure she had heard him.
"Sara, this is my house, but I've never lived her because it was always a place that I considered a special refuge. But if you are here, it could be our home. Our refuge"
She tried her best to hold back her emotions.
"Griss, I'd love to think about this, but I think it's too soon!"
"I know it's soon," he answered, "But I have no doubts that this is it for me. I've never loved anyone like I love you and I don't need anyone or anything else to make me happy. I'm not going to run the risk of loosing you again."
There was a knock at the door.
"More later?" he asked her.
"Absolutely," she replied.
Griss walked through to the front door, looked through the peephole and opened the door for Jim. Jim motioned to the police officers to station themselves at the front and back doors.
"Did you tell her yet?" Jim asked.
"No, I didn't. She just woke up and finally had a good nights sleep. I didn't want to ruin the moment."
"Oh that kind of moment!" said Jim, a twinkle in his eye.
"You are a dirty old man, you know that right?" Grissom advised his friend.
"Well, am I wrong?" Jim replied.
"Yes, we were just talking," Grissom answered.
"AH, is that what you crazy kids are calling it now?" Jim asked with a full grin on his face.
"Is that Jim," Sara called from the bedroom..
"Yes Cookie, its me," he replied. "Are you decent?"
"Well I'm dressed if that's what you are asking!" she replied with a chuckle. She loved Jim. Not in the same way she loved Grissom, but it was still a feeling, like someone might feel towards and uncle or how she imagined someone might feel about their dad.
Brass entered the room and Sara reached out to give him a hug when she noticed the look on his face and stopped dead.
"What are you two not telling me?" she asked.
"McAlister escaped," Grissom told her.
Her heart sank. She knew that he had been making threats against her. But she also knew that she was in the best hands possible to heal and be held safely from a madman.
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About an hour later, after having had coffee, toast and more pain meds, Sara found herself back in bed, tucked up into a soft comforter, foot elevated, and half asleep.
She could barely make out the voices in the other room.
As she was drifting off to sleep, she began to reflect on the previous days events. It was almost like a dream. She had gone from having a typical Grissom/Sara quarrel over nothing (actually it had been about the best kind of coffee to use in the machine at the office) to being a hostage, a hero, a patient, and now a girlfriend. It seemed impossible or at least improbable that the man she had been patiently waiting for since San Francisco was now seriously discussing how they could spend more time alone together. But who's to argue with this kind of happiness?
As she drifted off, she hoped the dreams would stay away and leave her only with the happy thoughts she held in her heart and head right at this moment.
But for Sara Sidle, things seldom unfolded in the easy way.
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Jim and Grissom had taken a seat on the sofa to begin planning for the next week. Brass let Grissom know that Ecklie had a press conference planned for that afternoon at 4 pm. He would have Erica, the negotiator, and West, the SWAT commander at the podium and try to take the heat of off Sara until she felt better. Grissom always felt it was in the best interest of his investigators to stay out of the press as much as possible so that they could maintain their confidentiality while working high profile crime scenes.
Brass and Ecklie were convinced that Sara was in danger. But Ecklie understood the importance of keeping Sara, the media darling, safe and sound. Surely the press she was getting would reflect well on him with the Sheriff. Not to mention, the fact that pissing off Jim Brass was a feat that he was sure would be unproductive.
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Uh-oh. What in the world is going to happen next? I'm a little worried about Spencer.