Borderline of Death (Sara/Grissom)

Sorry it's taking a really long time for me to update, but I'm writing 5 other fics... i have no clue why... but SORRY!!

I will update as soon as I can. :)
 
Finally, new chapter :).

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Chapter Eleven.

Sara looked away from Grissom. Her eyes stared out the window of the small hospital room. Gil didn't bother to speak, he knew that Sara wasn't going to say anything more about her brother.

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After about ten minutes, Sara had fallen asleep. Gil looked over at the sleeping brunette. Good, she's sleeping. She needs rest, soon this will be all over. Gil thought.

I'm sorry Gil Grissom, but you are wrong.

Grissom kept watching Sara sleep for about five minutes, but then something weird happened. Sara started whimpering in her sleep. Gil was pushed out of the room by two nurses, but he still watched through the door.

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An hour later, a nurse came out of Sara's room. Gil was waiting outside. The nurse walked up to Gil.

"Mr Grissom?" The nurse asked.

"Yes?" Gil asked.

"Were you aware of the scars on Miss Sidle's wrists?"

Gil paused, "well... yes." The nurse nodded and looked down at her clipboard.

"According to our records, Sara has no immediate family that we could contact. Do you know of anyone we could call?" The nurse asked. Grissom shook his head. "Thank you." the nurse said, then she turned to walk away.

"What happened?" Gil called after her, before she could walk away. The nurse turned back to Grissom.

"Miss Sidle was having a nightmare." The nurse said simply, then she walked away.

Grissom couldn't help but feel that there was more to it.

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Grissom went into Sara's room twenty minutes later. He sat in the chair beside her bed and stared into her brown eyes. Sara stared back at him, but didn't say anything. She noticed that Gil seemed to be in a dazed mood.

"What is it?" Sara asked quietly.

"Nothing." Grissom said and smiled. "I'm just worried about you."

"Why?" Sara asked.

"I don't want to see you get hurt again." Gil answered.

Neither of them spoke, ten minutes passed by.

"He's here." Sara said quietly. Grissom turned to her, she was terrified.

"What?" Gil asked, maybe he only imagined it.

"He's coming back." Sara answered. "He's here. He's coming to kill me."

"Who?" Grissom asked, it tore him apart to see Sara like this, she was so scared.

"My brother," she answered. She was looking everywhere, making sure that he wasn't there yet.

"Sara, he's not here." Grissom said calmly.

"Yes, he is!" She said. Gil leaned in and hugged her. Sara started to cry.

"I know you're scared, but he isn't here." Grissom said, trying to convince her that her brother wasn't there.

A nurse ran into the room, "what's wrong?" She asked.

"She thinks her brother is here." Gil answered.

"Is that who hurt her?" The nurse asked.

"Yes." Gil answered. The nurse left the room for a brief moment and got a doctor, she came back into the room and pushed Grissom out of the way.

"You're going to have to wait in the hall." The nurse said to Gil. He walked out into the hallway and desperately wondered what was wrong with Sara.

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About forty minutes later, the doctor came out of Sara's room.

"Doctor?" Gil asked. The doctor turned to him. "What's wrong with Sara?"

"Miss Sidle was having a hallucination. I think she will most likely have these hallucinations for the rest of her life. She will probably have delusions too." The doctor explained, then he walked away.

Grissom wondered what would happen to Sara now.
 
Chapter Twelve.

Grissom decided to let Sara rest for a while. When he left the hospital to go to his condo, she was fast asleep. He figured he would go home, have a shower, change clothes, and try to eat something. Gil wasn't that tired, and he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so there was no point trying to.

Gil had gotten to the hospital in the ambulance that brought Sara there, so he called a taxi to get to Sara's apartment, where his car was, and drove home.

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Grissom left his house about two hours later, he drove his car back to the hospital. He walked through the halls of the very white medical center to Sara's room.

"Greg?" Gil asked as he entered the room. Greg had been facing Sara, he turned to Grissom who was now standing in the doorway.

"Hey, I just got here. I heard what happened." Greg said.

"How did you hear about it?" Gil asked.

"Catherine, Nick and Warrick are on the case, on Ecklie's orders." Greg answered.

"He can't do that." Gil said firmly.

"That's what they told him, but he's the assistant lab director, so apparently he can." Greg explained.

"Well, I was going to put them on the case anyway, so I'll let it go." Grissom said, thinking out loud.

"I thought Brass got the guy?" Greg said.

"We still need evidence, Greg. You never know what could happen." Gil lectured. Greg turned back to Sara.

"She's still sleeping." Greg said.

"Actually, I'm not." Sara said and opened her eyes.

"How... long have you been awake?" Greg asked her.

"Since before Grissom got here. Did you know that you talk to yourself?" Sara said.

Greg smiled, and blushed slightly. "Good to see you're okay." Greg said and left the room.

Sara's eyes moved to Grissom, and her smile faded. She saw the worry in his face, and she knew why.

"You heard the news." Sara said quietly. Grissom sat down in the chair beside Sara's bed, then stared at her. There was a long silence, filled with only the two of them staring at each other.

Grissom finally broke it, "yes, Sara, I did."

"Well?" Sara asked.

"I'm.. I'm.. I think..." Grissom tried to say. He paused and gathered his thoughts. "I'm scared."

Sara tilted her head slightly to the side. "Why?"

"I don't know what's going to happen to you." Gil answered. Sara stayed quiet. Again, they both stared at each other. Again, Grissom broke the silence. "You might not be able to work."

Sara sighed. "I'm going to end up where my Mom was, aren't I?"

"What do you mean?" Gil asked.

"I'm going to end up in a mental institution," she answered.

Grissom didn't answer. He didn't know what would happen to her, and he didn't want to think about it.

Sara turned her head. "That's a yes."

Sara paused, then spoke. "Sara, I... don't know." She saw water in Gil's eyes. Is he crying? she thought. A tear fell down his cheek. He is...

A nurse walked into the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but Miss Sidle, we have to switch you into another room." The nurse helped Sara into a wheelchair. As she pushed Sara out of the room, Grissom followed. "we'll get your cards and things later." The nurse said.

They went into an elevator and went down a couple of floors. The nurse pushed Sara out of the elevator and walked past a sign, but Grissom stopped to read it. No... she can't.., Grissom thought.

But she can, Grissom.

Her new room is in the Psych Ward.
 
WOOT! Sara, what are you doing to Sara? (that sounds weird)! Nooo.. please update soon, whenever you've found the time. :)
 
Alright, I have decided that there's going to be 15 chapters in this fic. : )

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Chapter Thirteen.

Half an hour later, Sara was settled in her room with her cards, flowers, and gifts beside her. Grissom was also beside her.

Sara hadn't said anything yet. Gil knew what was going on in her mind. She knew she was in a psych ward, there was no point hiding it.

My depressing life just got worse... Sara thought.

Was her life going to be a mirror image of her Mother's?

"Sara..?" Grissom asked quietly.

"Yes?" Sara asked. You could hear the anger in her voice.

"Are you... okay?"

"Of course I am, I'm alive, aren't I?" Sara replied.

"That doesn't mean you're alright." Gil said. Sara turned away from him. She didn't feel like talking.

Would she kill Grissom someday like her Mom had killed her Father?

Was that her fate?

At first, Sara thought her fate was suicide, not it looks like homicide.

"Sara, can you please tell me what's wrong?" Gil asked.

"I don't want to scare you." Sara said as tears came to her eyes. How would Grissom react when she told him that she might be a living shadow of Laura Sidle. Did she have a choice? After all, Sara was insane. If she was put on trial for murder, she could plea insanity. After all, she didn't know what she was doing, and she had no control over what happened.

Grissom spoke, which interrupted Sara's thoughts, "Sara?"

"Grissom, I don't want to talk about it." Sara said.

Catherine knocked at the door. "Hey guys."

"Hi Catherine," said Sara, trying to sound joyful. Gil's head turned to Sara at the sound of her voice, he noticed her change in tone, and knew she was faking it. Her voice sounded so convincing though.

Catherine sat down in a chair on the other side of Sara's bed. She smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," Sara answered.

"I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?" Gil asked Sara.

"No, I'm fine," she answered. Grissom walked out of the room and Sara turned to Catherine.

"He's worried about you." Catherine said.

Sara sighed, "I know."

"Has he left your side at all?" Catherine asked.

"When I fall asleep."

Catherine smiled. "Cute."

Sara laughed.

"I'm serious." Catherine said. Sara smirked and picked up one of her cards.

"Tell Lindsay I said thanks for the card." Sara said, changing the subject.

"I will." Catherine paused and sighed. "Sara, why are you in the psych ward?"

"I was having hallucinations and they want to keep a closer eye on me, that's all." Sara explained.

Catherine opened her mouth to argue that Sara said 'that's all', but decided against it. "Well, I have to go."

Sara smiled. "Okay, bye." Catherine gave a little wave, then left the room.

And Sara was alone.

It felt different, if Grissom wasn't with her, someone was usually visiting her or a nurse was in the room. Grissom had only left her completely alone when she was sleeping, but other than that, he only left when someone else was with Sara.

Sara's mind traveled to her brother. He had tried to kill her. It didn't matter now, he was dead anyway. Yet, his face still haunted Sara. His voice was so dark, like it belonged to a serial killer. His eyes were green, and Sara could never forget them, they pierced her mind every time she saw them. At least Sara had her Mother's brown eyes, so she wouldn't give herself a piercing, green-eyed stare every day like her brother and Father did.

Then something struck Sara, for the first time.

Her brother wanted Sara to tell the police that their Mother killed their Father in self-defense. It would have been easy to prove.

Sara, what else should you have told the police?

Sara knew that she could have easily told the investigators that her Father had raped her that night, and her Mother only tried to protect her. That was what really happened.

But Sara, you told the police that you had been sleeping and heard your Mom crying, so you went to her room and found his body.

You were too ashamed of the truth.

Or did you just want your Mother to pay for not protecting you in the first place, from your Father... and your brother.
 
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