He tried the nice route, "Please, tell me where Sara is?" he pleaded, just short of crying but the damned girl just sat there singing that inane song, lyrics that made no sense, staring off toward nothing in particular and Gil was at the end of his rope.
"Stop it…Dam it, just tell me where Sara is" he shook her but still, nothing but singing over and over.
Jim watched from behind the one way mirror as his best friend lost what little sanity he had left. His hands clenched in fists, he quickly made his way out of the second interrogation room and headed to the one where both Gil and Natalie were at a standoff.
Just as he approached the room, Gil came out tears streaming down his face looking for all the world like the lost soul that he suddenly was "She won't tell me anything…she., dam it she…" he clutched at his chest, pulled at the collar of his shirt and slid suddenly down the wall gasping for breath… "I can't….I can't…." he reached toward his friend with pleading eyes "please Jim….help…help me" he crumpled to a heap on the floor and Jim dropped to his knee "Get the paramedics Now!" he screamed.
In the lab, Catherine and Warrick heard the commotion and quickly ran out to find Jim stooped over someone prone on the floor "Catherine, hurry up, get the paramedics, it's Gil" he was loosening the shirt of his best friend and trying to feel for a pulse. "I….I don't know if it's his heart or what?" he tried to fill in the blanks but Catherine was vapor locked. "I'm on it!" Warrick yelled from behind her and picked up one of the interoffice phones "This is CSI Brown we need paramedics outside interrogation room three STAT!" he slammed down the phone then wrapped his arm around Catherine, "Go get Nick!" he knew sending her to do something would be better than her standing around watching whatever was going to transpire with their boss.
"Gil?" he pulled open his shirt "Grissom, can you hear me?" but Gil was not responding and his pulse was nearly difficult to find "Dam it you son of a bitch don't you do this to me!" Jim's voice rose in a staccato before he slammed a fist against Gil's chest "Don't you dare do this, Sara needs you, your team needs you" he pushed Grissom down on the floor and saw Nick join him to begin CPR "I'm not getting anything Jim" Nick's worried eyes drilled into him "Start compressions" he tilted Gil's head back, pinched his nose and blew a breath into him then waited for Jim to count out his compressions, then started again, over and over. "He can't do this to us Nicky, he can't do this" he kept droning on and on and the sweat poured off his face "He's got to be here when we bring Sara home!" he looked at Gil's grey pallor and up to Nick
"We're bringing her home Stokes and don't you dare doubt that for a minute!" he doubled his efforts and Nick felt Gil's chest spasm "Hang on Jim…" he paused "I think we got him back!" Gil's pulse was thready at best but it was back and they noticed his chest rise and fall on its own. "We got him back!" Nick called out to the throng of people gathered around just as the paramedics came rushing in with their bags and equipment. "What have we got?" they pushed between the two men and took over "52 year old male, general good health, he's been under a lot of stress recently and just collapsed, he stopped breathing, I think his heart stopped, I couldn't get a pulse" his words rambled but he needed to get everything out before he headed to where he was going next. "We did CPR and got him back…" he looked up at Nicky
"You got this?" and Stokes shook his head "Good, I got some unfinished business!" he stood up, pulled off his tie and threw it to the ground. "Someone get me some fucking bleach!"