Chapter 6

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Sara went back to flipping through the television channels after the phone call. She wasn't really paying attention to what she was watching, as her mind was still on the conversation she had just had. 'I can't believe I just did that!' Had she gone insane? She was interrupted from her thoughts by a knock at the door. "Come in."

"Hey, you up for some visitors?" Jim asked from the doorway.

"Sure, come on in." Sara was surprised at how many people actually came into her room. Jim was the first. He held the door open for Warrick to push in the wheel chair that held Nick. Catherine and Greg followed. "Nick, that's not fair. I want to get out of bed." She smiled at him.

He took her hand and said, "All in good time Darlin'." She smiled back at him.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Asked Warrick.

"I've been better."

"Well, remind me to show you two how to duck sometime."

"Very funny Warrick."

"Seriously guys, it's good to have you both safe." Catherine put her hand on Nick's shoulder as she spoke.

Suddenly a ringing sounded in the room. Those who were standing upright all checked their phones, but no one had the offending phone. Catherine looked at the table and saw the lit up phone, "Sara is that yours?"

"No, Ah…Grissom forgot it here. You can just let it go to voice mail."

"Uh huh." Catherine replied.

"I'm surprised he left at all," Jim said. "He was refusing all offers for food and sleep until he knew you were going to be alright." Then he caught himself, "Both of you."

"How did you get him to leave Sara?" Greg laughed a little.

"I don't know, I guess I just gained consciousness, and he decided it was time to eat, sleep, and/or shower."

"Which he needed, all three." Catherine half snorted. They all let out a small chuckle.

The group chatted casually for a bit longer until Jim caught Sara yawning, "Alright guys, we should be going, this girl needs some rest. After a chorus of "Good-bye," and "Take Care," she was alone again, and before long some of the pain meds took effect and she was asleep.

About an hour later, Grissom returned to her room to find her sleeping soundly. He just stood there watching her chest rise and fall with every breath, thinking how grateful he was that she would be fine. He shuddered when he thought of how close he came to losing her forever. That was a feeling he never wanted to know again. He needed to touch her, to be near her. He walked over and kissed her gently on the forehead then took her hand and sat down next to her and watched her sleep some more.


That afternoon the doctor had insisted that Sara begin sitting up as much as possible and the next day she went for a short walk down the hall. Grissom was more than eager to help her. As they made their way down the hall he supported her right arm as she held the IV pole with her left. They slowly made their way down the hall.

"If you want to turn back, just say the word," Grissom was worried she would overdo it.

"Not yet, I want to go just a little further."

"Don't push yourself too far Sara," as he said it she stumbled a little and quickly grabbed her to steady her.

"Oops," she smiled a little, "Maybe we should head back now." They turned around and slowly walked back towards her room. "So, did you miss something when you left earlier?"

"You mean besides you?"

She playfully rolled her eyes, "No something else."

"No, I don't think so."

"Your phone."

"You know I have not even missed it."

"That is probably because I am the one who got to hear it ring all morning," she joked.

"Did I miss any important calls?"

"No not really, I only answered one call and the rest I let go to voice mail."

"So who called?" He asked as they re-entered Sara's room.

"Well the one I answered came from a certain bail-borrowing friend of yours."

He froze for a second, 'Why would she call me?'

Sara was stuck in the middle of the floor, "Uh Gil, little help."

"Sorry." He helped her sit on the chair in her room.

After she adjusted herself so she could lean back. She looked at his deer in headlights look, "Any curiosity about why she called." She couldn't help but taunt him a little.

"What did she say?" He was afraid of the answer.

"She was worried that you had been hurt."

"Oh." He took a deep breath, "Are you okay?"

"Yea, why? Shouldn't I be?"

"No, I…uh just know she is not really your favorite person to cross paths with."

"Mmmh, well it is about the same excitement you would get from having a conversation with…oh, say Hank."

He cringed a little at that thought, remembering how jealous he was when his mentor first told him of the relationship between Sara and Hank. "Point taken."

She reached out her hand to him, but couldn't quite reach, "Gil." He looked at her outstretched hand and took it in his own. "She also told me that she hasn't spoken to you in a while."

"I had no need to."

"I know."

"I'm sorry I-"

"Gil, don't. We both could have handled things better, but for now let's just forget all of the crap and move forward."

He leaned into her and they kissed.

The End