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Summary: Grissom is attacked at a crime scene, and he can’t really remember what happened. Who is going to help him? A little friendship, a little secret sharing and a fair amount of GSR.
Spoilers: There aren’t really going to be any just small references to a few scenes in past episodes. Let’s make note that Sara hasn’t already opened up to Grissom, as we wouldn’t be that far into season five.
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI or any of the characters believe me I’d love to but I think it’s just fine as it is without me spoiling it. I would however, settle for meeting the cast. I do not have a Beta therefore all mistakes are mine.
I have to say a huge Thank you to CR1-GSR who had given me an idea with the review she kindly left :D I'm not sure this ending would have been that great if you didn't!
Well, this is the end and believe me I would love to carry it on but I think this is as far as it can go. Thank you to everyone who has read every chapter and reviewed telling me how much they loved it! I don't think it would be finished if it wasn't for any of you guys and your encouragement.
xEpiloguex
'All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.'
- Edgar Allan Poe
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE ESCAPED CUSTODY?!” Jim bellowed at the CSI.
“Like I said, I was waiting outside the court house when the two escorting officers came running towards me saying he'd escaped.” Warrick explained, trying to keep his calm.
Catherine placed a hand on her forehead and looked around the room as if she had no idea where she was. “It was his last hearing! He'd be behind bars if your officers did their job!” She was shouting at Brass, who was beginning to edge his way to the door.
“I'll get on it. Believe me this isn't going to go unheard of.” He said as he left the office.
Warrick waited for the door to close and turned to Catherine who was still standing in the same position, hope plastered on her face as she realised it could just be some sick joke. He gave her a saddened smile and it soon registered in her head. “They better find him, Sara's not going to be pleased.”
“That's what I'm worried about. I'll tell her, okay?” He reasoned.
Catherine nodded and smiled at the taller man. “If she has any problems tell her to call me.”
“Okay.” With that, Warrick had left and Catherine had fell to her chair.
This isn't good. She remembered the number of cases that had repeat attacks, the ones where they had brought in a suspect and let them go in a matter of hours only to find that they had struck again. All the CSI's and police officers were hated when it came to the criminals, Grissom would be no different. What if he goes after him again?
Grissom tried to move his arm, hoping to catch something that will bring him back from the darkness that was wavering his vision. It wouldn't move, they felt like they weighed about ten times more than what they had usually. He was beginning to feel riled up, he wanted to shout but he couldn't move his mouth.
What the hell!
“Hey girl.” He said softly.
”Hi.” Sara said without an inch of movement.
“How you doing?”
He took a seat and placed a hand on top of Sara's, she didn't react or even flinch at his gesture. He read her profile, her body language and knew she was upset, more than upset but they couldn't dwell on it. Sara was a tough person to crack when it came to her personal life. As much as Warrick, Catherine, Nick or Greg would love to know what was going on inside that brain of hers, they couldn't, no one could, except maybe Grissom.
“I'm okay.”
“And Griss?”
“The usual. His doctor said he's improving.”
“That's good. I..erm have some more bad news for you. Jason Carter escaped custody earlier.”
“What?” That did stir a reaction.
“I was waiting for his last hearing to start when the officers told me he had managed to escape. We've got plenty of officers on it now, even Brass is out there.”
“Please get him Warrick.” Sara pleaded to him, he wanted to pull her into a tight hug but usually comfort of an intimate nature was, pretty much uncomfortable for her.
“They're trying. Listen we've put an officer on the door just incase.” He squeezed her hand a stood. “I've got to go, I'll swing by later and let you know how the search is going.”
“Okay.” A pseudo, happy smile spread on her features, Warrick was sure he would have believed it if her eyes didn't tell a different story. His heart ached for her but there was nothing he could do about it, short of playing God.
Once he left, Sara's attention turned back to her main focus.
Was giving up an option? He thought not, he'd been here for...he didn't know how long but giving up definitely wasn't an option. After everything that had happened, the events that had unfolded in his life. Grissom soon found himself longing for that bench again. He remembered the stars, how they reminded him of the glimmer that reflected from Sara's eyes every time he looked into them, seeing each emotion plough through her when they're lips met, right up until the moment her lids covered the chocolate brown orbs. He wanted to cry but he couldn't feel the tears welling up.
What was happening?
Eddie may have passed on but he was still with her, in her mind and her heart. Lindsey made a living out of hassling her but she was never quite sure where she would be without the little girl. Sam had made mistakes, heck he kept making them even though he was now branded a murderer in her world, Catherine couldn't deny her biological father. Lastly, her mother. She'd thought so much about this woman, about how she carried her weight, how she managed to raise Catherine to be the woman she was now. Thinking it over, she held only respect for her mum. Words could not describe how much she felt for them, as well as all the CSI's she'd learnt to love.
CSICSICSI
Greg padded through the lab looking for something to take his mind off things. There was the break room, occupied by Nick or Hodges' empty trace lab. He ventured for Hodges' private sanctuary, knowing that if he even found out that his foot had made an imprint on the floor, he would have Greg's ass.
Settling himself down he, found an uninteresting spot on the floor and just stared at it. It was funny really, when he first started at the CSI Lab, he was excited and damn pleased that he could go somewhere that had endless amounts of knowledge. He had heard of Gil Grissom from his college days and working with the guy was a huge privilege. People had made their statements, claiming Greg to be immature and stupid with his wacky sense of humour and odd taste in shirts. He had always taken it with a pinch of salt until he wanted to become a CSI, he knew he had to lose the quirky habits. Really he missed his old self but he needed to grow up and become someone Grissom knew he could trust. Thankfully he had done it successfully and he learnt to live with it.
CSICSICSI
Nick was clasping a cup of cold coffee, the stuff that tasted like motor oil with a tinge of mud. He was sitting there for gone an hour, give or take. He wanted something to do, cases had been solved and paper work had been filed.
He took a sip of the coffee, knowing full well that is was cold but made no reaction to show his displeasure. He couldn't explain his reasons for not just going out to buy some from Star bucks but then he couldn't explain the reasons to anything. His dad always told him 'Somethings happened for a reason, Pancho.' Nick thought and considered that now, he would really like to know the reason. He missed his parents, even if they could be slightly over bearing, he missed his sisters no matter how light headed they could become, he missed home but then was Las Vegas his home? Things had changed though and meeting every one of the people he had the pleasure to work with in Las Vegas was never a regret. No, these people were like his adopted family.
CSICSICSI
Warrick didn't quite know what to do, he opened the door to his Denali and got in. 15 minutes later and he still hadn't left the hospital car park. The keys were in the ignition, his hands gripped the steering wheel and yet nothing.
He began to think about how much his life, the people around him, even his personality had changed. He didn't have any family, there was no one to turn to except his faux family. Really, he couldn't ask for much more, yeah he had difficulties with certain members of the CSI team but then who hasn't? Grissom had helped him through his gambling problem, Sara had accepted him for who he was rather than what she had based her first impressions on, Nick was always the playful best friend that he could rely on, Greg gave him the sense of youth he always needed. After all he wasn't getting any younger, Brass was the flittering one who always tried his hardest to give Warrick a hard time but he knew it was just an act to keep him on his toes, Warrick couldn't respect the captain anymore . Then there was Catherine, he always had a soft spot for her. The playful banter they took part in, flirtatious glances and subtle innuendoes. In the end, himself and Catherine were just meant to be a fantasy, one that he wouldn't mind coming to reality.
CSICSICSI
Brass was sat in his unmarked police car still deciding whether he should attend the 245 that had sounded through his radio seconds before. Himself and a team of officers were still out on a wild goose chase trying to find the escaped convict. He wanted to just find the guy and go home.
He looked out of the window, following the movements of anyone he could set his sights onto. Then he couldn't do anything but bring his thoughts to Ellie. When he saw her a few years ago, he wanted to just keep her with him, living in Las Vegas. She wouldn't stay though, she had some sort of with held hatred for him and Jim just couldn't understand it. Ellie was living off the streets, selling herself for her next fix, he never cared for that lifestyle when he worked homicide cases but getting the knowledge of her choice in 'career' changed his opinion. The captain sighed and remembered the sweet little girl he used to come home to, the one who had always something to say, the one who wanted to play with her father but Brass couldn't do it. He couldn't stay and listen to this innocent child because she wasn't his. He did try to put it past him and no doubt he loved her enough to call her his own but it just wasn't the same.
Grissom sat and thought, he looked back at the bench for the third time that day, or was it day? He couldn't believe it really, something that only seemed like a distant memory served as a quiet, soothing place. Sara was pulled into his mind and he recalled the sun rising, the distinct colours that loomed the sky. It's radiance reminded him of the warm glow Sara effused when she was around him, he loved that feel, she made him remember the person he was inside not who he was at work, on a case. He wanted to smile but he couldn't feel his facial muscles.
This has to end.
By now Sara was slowly losing faith and she wasn't sure what to do if he never did wake up. She still refused to leave his side, even after the team's consideration to get her to have some rest. Admittedly she hadn't slept well since and the times when he had said something, she could have sworn he was talking about her, she couldn't understand exactly what he was saying but it was something, it gave her hope. Sara would speak softly to him, squeeze his hand and when no one was around she would kiss his cheek.
When fatigue would over take her body, she would rest her head on his bed and dream about Grissom waking from his deep sleep. He was drifting away from her and this person lying in the bed did not seem like her Gil Grissom.
Please Wake Up.
His eyelids fluttered as he tried to open them, revealing the universe that existed against his own, lonely one. Faint sounds filled the air as he used all his strength to decrypt what they were. A subtle beep was the more dominant dissonance and with careful thought, he soon noticed that it matched the palpitations of his own heart beat. The other, more subtle noise was the synchronised but loud breathing of someone that radiated familiarity. Who, was another question.
Grissom could smell the scent that flooded enjoyable memories back to his weary brain, the soft touch that rested on his hand. Wait...Is that Sara? Slowly, he tried again to open his eyes and was greeted by the white walls of a dreary room. There, resting on his bed was the head of Sara, peacefully sleeping with the occasional light snore. His face felt slightly numb but he managed to pull a half smile.
For a few minutes, he was welcomed with the strange feeling of Déjà vu. The room seemed so intimate to his thoughts but then was it all a dream? It was incredibly quiet and Grissom remembered that he was in hospital. What for? He couldn't tell.
“Sara.” He whispered softly, gently poking her shoulder. She soon jolted upwards and looked at him in shock.
“Oh my God! Your awake!” She blurted out. He half smiled again.
“Seems so.”
“How do you feel?” Sara quickly asked.
“Okay, I guess. Just a little tired.”
Grissom squeezed her hand a little and entwined their fingers as he yawned. She looked at his eyes, they were glazed over and even if he wouldn’t admit it she could tell he was on the verge of tears. Sara looked down at their hands and smiled, a little overwhelmed with the gesture. “You should go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You sure?” He asked with concern in his voice, she’d obviously been here for a while judging by the dark circles that lay underneath her eyes.
“Yeah go on. I’ll take a nap in this chair, besides the guys will probably come see you later so you’ll need plenty of rest.”
She let out a small giggle and he closed his eyes welcoming the thought of sleep. When another brush of Déjà vu hit him, he quickly re opened his cerulean blues.
“Sara?”
She looked up again from the confines of his bed and stared at him. “Yeah.”
“When I get out of here, will you go out to dinner with me?”
Sara smiled and he threw an even bigger one back at her. “I'd love to.”
THE END
A/n: Aww it's finished D: I hope you all liked it, there is a plot hole in there. See if you can guess what it is. There is going to be a continuation that I shall start on soon, depends when I finish my Forensics' course.
A/n2: So there is a big thanks I owe to everyone who bothered to stick with this story plus the people that have helped me with writing it or giving me ideas. Review this last chapter for me and I'll love you guys forever! If there is anything you don't get in this epilogue then ask I'll be happy to clarify. I promise to reply to every single review I get.
Thanks guys and I hope you all have a great 2008!