Oppotunities- GSR fic- Sara's POV

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toomuchovertime

CSI Level Two
Chapter 1: A New Opportunity

I sit alone in the lab processing some new evidence in a casino homicide when I see Grissom walking by the window.

“Hey, Griss, I've got something,” I call.

He turns, coming toward me, but it feels like he's coming in slow motion. What happened between us that night after Brass woke up has brought us even closer than we were before, but we're doing our best to hide it because we know that if anybody ever found out, we'd be separated, and we wanna stay together so we can make sure we're both safe. What happened to Brass could happen to any one of us at any time, and I just wanna make sure I'm there in case Gil ever needs me to protect him. Wait a sec. Gil? I just called Grissom by his first name. What the heck am I doing? These thoughts are interrupted as he finally reaches my side.

“What've ya got?” he asks.

“Well, I hit the glass shards from the casino window with some Luminol and got lucky. There were two blood types on it. One belongs to our vic, Carrie Sampson. The other belongs to her sister, Leslie Moreno.”

Gil glances down at the results, studying every detail. “Leslie. Isn't she the owner?”

I nod, but suddenly, I don't feel so well, so I walk toward Gil. “Um, Gil?” I say weakly. He turns to me, but before he can answer, I start to pass out, and just before I completely lose consciousness, I feel him grab my shoulders, gently lowering me to the floor
 
cool! did someone drug her? or is she deathly ill and needs some really dramatic surgry while gill sits in the lobby of the hospital thinking to himself what he will do with out her? Or possibly sara is fine, and she just needed something to eat, so gill ends up taking her out to dinner... so many more possibilitys, so little time. So... why dont you update sooner or later PLEASE!?!
 
Me too :D Great story, can't wait for the update to see if I'm right. I won't say what I think's happening to her in case I'm right and spoil it :D


Xx..::Mia-Sara::..xX
 
Update!! I really need to know it.. please? *makes big puppy dog eyes.. *
 
Chapter 2: Confusion

Why's everything black? What happened? Oh, yeah, I passed out.

Man, do I have a headache. After a couple minutes, Gil's voice comes into the blackness calling, “Sara? Can you hear me? If you can, squeeze my hand.”

I squeeze it hard as I ease my eyes open. I find him standing over me, a look of concern etched in his features.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he helps me up.

“I'm still feelin' a little shaky.” I rest my head on his shoulder for a second before following him into his office. He supports my shoulders briefly, then unexpectedly picks me up. He sits down in the office chair behind his desk with me in his arms, the look of concern still shining through the normally unreadable shield over his eyes.

“We should get you to a hospital,” he tells me gently.

I shiver.

“What's wrong?” he asks, holding me a little tighter.

“I've been scared of hospitals for a long time. I'll have a panic attack if I even go near one. You remember what I told you about my dad, right?”

He thinks for a second, then nods. “Is that when they started?”

I nod, too. “I went to see him in the hospital a lot, and I remember this gripping panic that struck me every time I walked into his room. It always came with one thought: “What if this is our last chance to fix things?” One day, it was, and I've been scared to death of hospitals ever since.”

He sighs sympathetically and squeezes my shoulder. “That has to be hard.”

I nod again. “It is because all I have to do is dream about a hospital, and I can't sleep for days.”
“Is that why you put in all the extra overtime?”

“You got it. I figure if I can bury myself in work, I won't have to think about the dreams.”

“Sara, I feel really bad. I had no idea.”

I shake my head, smiling reassuringly. “Don't feel bad. I've been hiding it. I wouldn't expect you to know before now.”

He hugs me. “Well, there's no reason to be scared now. I'll be right there with you.”
I hug him back. “We're in this together, right? I mean, you won't leave me?”

He shakes his head, giving me the same reassuring smile I gave him earlier. “No, not for a second. Warrick's due to cover this shift. Just focus on me, and you'll be okay.”

I smile. “Thanks, Gil.”

He hugs me again, smiling, too. “No problem. You ready?”

I nod hesitantly, and he lets me out of his arms. Seconds later, he's at my side, supporting my shoulders as we walk out.
 
Chapter 3: Fear

Gil talks to me in a gentle tone on the way to the hospital. I'm still terrified, but knowing he'll be there for me makes it a little easier.

“It's okay, Sara,” he says quietly, noticing the fear I'm trying my best to hide. I reach for his hand, and he takes mine without a word, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Is it my fault?” I ask softly. “Did I start it all?”

“With your dad, you mean?” He shakes his head, squeezing my hand again. “Not a bit. My guess, things started going wrong, and then everything snowballed. Am I right?” he asks, studying my face for a reaction.

I nod. “My parents always fought, even before... Somebody was always yelling in my house, and the yelling usually led to a beating, either to me or my mom. My dad broke my wrist so many times. I lost count at around 15. He broke more than that, but that's what always hurt the most. I always wondered if it was my fault somehow, but then I realized he was just impulsively abusive.”

He sighs sympathetically and moves his hand up to my shoulder, squeezing it just like he did my hand earlier.

“It's no use trying to figure those kinds of people out, Sara. Some people just weren't meant for parenthood.”

I chuckle. “Ain't that the truth?” I agree, trying to lighten the mood a little.

He chuckles, too, as we pull into the hospital parking lot. At the sight of the place, my whole body goes tense, and I can feel a panic attack coming on. “Gil, it's starting,” I tell him as I unbuckle my seatbelt.

He kills the engine, opens his door, and comes to my side immediately. “I'm right here,” he tells me gently, scooping me into his arms before closing the passenger door.
“Gil, I don't think I can go in there.”

He hugs me. “I'm right here,” he says again. We'll do this together, I promise. I won't leave you for a second.”

I shift in his arms as I look up at him, smiling hesitantly, the fear no doubt still plain in my eyes. “Not for a second?”

He shakes his head. “Not for a second,” he echoes, hugging me again.

I hug him back. “I'm really not up to this. I'm scared.”

“Well, we can face your fear together. Shh, don't be scared. It's ok,” he soothes, holding me tighter as tears start to roll down my cheeks.

He leans against the passenger door and starts patting my back as I bury my head in his shoulder. He shifts a little, so I gasp, startled.

“I've got you,” he tells me softly. “Don't worry. Shh, it's gonna be okay. Remember, we're a team.”

I smile at this, and he smiles, too, as we start to move away from the car.

“That's the spirit. You ready?”

I shiver, then nod. “Okay. We can do this.”

“Just remember to focus on me, and you'll be okay.”

I nod again, hugging him, and he returns it. “Thanks, Gil,” I say as I wipe my tears.

He smiles again. “That's what I'm here for,” he replies, wiping a few more away as we walk toward the hospital.

My body starts to tense again, and Gil rubs my shoulders to calm me down. I relax in his arms almost instantly. He shifts me a little as we reach the entrance. I glance around, and in a split-second, all my memories come flooding back. Gil notices my tension and sits down with me after we sign in, holding me as he strokes my hair. I've always found that such a small, comforting gesture. I rest my head on his shoulder, finally feeling safe.

“It's ok,” he whispers. “I'm not goin' anywhere.

“Sara Sidle?” I hear a nurse call.

“Can you walk?” Gil asks.

The fear is starting to flood through my veins again, but I nod. “As long as you're close.”

“Like I said before, I'm not goin' anywhere.”

I smile as he lets me out of his arms gently, then gets up and comes to my side, putting an arm around my waist. We follow the nurse to an exam room, and she takes my vitals. She then glances at my chart and gets the supplies to draw blood. I tense a little at the sight of the needle. Gil notices this and takes my other hand immediately, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“She's almost done,” he soothes.

“Do you think you could get us a urine sample?” she asks as she bandages my arm.

I nod as I take the cup she hands me. I disappear from view and return with it a few minutes later. She takes it from me, and I settle onto the bed beside Gil. To my surprise, he joins me.

“The doctor should be in shortly,” the nurse tells us as she heads for the door.

“Thanks,” we reply as she leaves.

I sigh nervously, causing Gil to put an arm around my shoulders, stroking my hair as we wait for the doctor.
 
Aww please update soon!!!

I have my ideas for what is wrong with Sara but I might be wrong.

Great story, can't wait to see what happens!
 
Chapter 4: News

Gil sits beside me, stroking my hair as we wait for the doc. We haven't been here long, but it feels like an eternity. The fear starts to flood through my veins again. I can't hide it from him. He knows me way too well. He starts rubbing my shoulders, trying to keep me calm. I groan. Oh, that feels good. I've been really tense lately.

“Don't stop,” I tell him softly. “That feels really good.”

He digs in deeper, and I can feel the tension melting away. He always knows just how to make me feel better. Why didn't I see it sooner?

“How are you holding up?” he asks gently.

“A little better,” I reply with a smile. “Thanks.”

He smiles, too. “No problem.”

There's a knock at the door, and once again, the hackles on the back of my neck raise in fear, and my body tenses. Gil squeezes my shoulder.

“It's ok, Sara. Don't be scared,” he says as he gives me a quick hug. “I'm right here.”

I return the hug, smiling hesitantly. “Come in,” I call to the doc.

She enters slowly, closing the door behind her.

“Sidle, right?” she asks, ensuring she got the right room.

I nod, extending my hand. “But you can call me Sara, and this is my close friend, Gil Grissom.”

Gil extends his hand, and she shakes it, smiling.

“Nice to meet you both. Well, we got your blood and urine back, and the results tell us you fainted because your blood sugars are very low. You're not eating nearly enough. Don't take this the wrong way, Sara, but I need to ask. Are you on a diet?”

I shake my head. “I just work such crazy hours that there's not much time to eat.”

She smiles, indicating she understands, but shakes her head at the same time. “You need to make time. If you don't, you could get really sick.” Her voice is gentle, but it has a firm undertone. I nod, and so does Gil.

“Thanks, Doc,” we say in unison as she steps toward the door.

“No problem,” she replies as she leaves.
I start to slide down from the bed, but Gil's voice stops me.

“Sara?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna stay at my place for awhile?”

Whoa. I hadn't expected that. I turn it over in my head for only a moment and realize I'm sick of being alone, sick of hiding, so I nod, smiling as a new-found confidence rushes into every fiber of my being. “Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks.”

I slide down the rest of the way and extend a hand to help Gil down. He lands beside me, placing an arm around my waist.

“Do you wanna split a pizza?” he asks as we walk out.

I nod, smiling again. “Sounds great. I'm starving. Oh, and Gil?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being here for me. I know I must've made a huge fool of myself.”

He shakes his head, smiling reassuringly. “You were scared, and you have every right to be, considering your past. I was glad I could be here.”

I smile again as we reach the entrance and begin to walk toward the parking lot. We climb into Gil's car and buckle up as he starts the engine. We head to Cirro's and order a large Carnivore and two Pepsis, waiting in comfortable silence till it comes. When it does, Gil nods to me, then to the pizza, inviting me to take the first slice.

“Eat up, Sara,” he urges. “You heard the doc.”

I nod, taking two slices. Gil smiles at me, then takes one for himself. We don't talk much during the meal, both of us lost in our own thoughts. We make short order of the pizza, and when there's only one slice left, we both reach for it at the same time. We each have an end, so we chuckle.

“You take it,” he tells me.

“You sure?”

He nods. “You need it more than I do.”

I smile. “Thanks.”

He smiles back. “Anytime.”

I finish the last slice and ask for a to-go cup for my Pepsi. When it comes, we push our chairs away from the table and walk out to the parking lot. We climb into the car and buckle up as Gil starts the engine. We head to my place and park out in the street.

“Would you, um, come in with me for a sec?” I ask nervously as I get out.

He nods, killing the engine and coming to my side. He closes his door with a remote before following me up onto my porch. I turn my key in the lock, stepping inside with Gil at my heels. I stumble a little as we step into the foyer. He notices this and catches me.

“You okay?” he asks as I regain my footing.

I nod. “Yeah, I'm fine. Nice catch.”

We chuckle.

“Thanks,” he says, smiling a little before letting me go.

I smile back and indicate the couch. “Sit down for a sec. I'm just gonna pack, and I'll be right back down.”

He nods, taking a seat, and I head upstairs. I grab some clothes, my toothbrush, and my hairbrush and put them in a suitcase before going back down.

“You ready?” he asks, getting up.

I nod, coming over to join him.

“Let me get that,” he offers, moving to take my suitcase.
“Thanks, Gil,” I say, handing it to him with another smile, which he returns.

“Anytime,” he tells me as we walk out.

I lock the door behind us as we head back to the car. Gil puts my suitcase in the car before opening my door with the remote. I smile at him as he opens his own door. We duck inside, buckle up, and head back to his place wrapped in comfortable silence.
 
Chapter 5: Safety

I step into Gil's house as he follows me with my suitcase. I see the couch and sink onto it. Gil sits down, too, putting my suitcase down on the floor beside us.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Tired,” I reply, sighing.

He nods. “Well, why don't you go up and rest awhile? Your room's the first door on the right.”

I nod, too, getting up to retrieve my suitcase. “Thanks,” I say with a smile.

He smiles, too. “Anytime.”

I glance back at him before heading upstairs. I find my room quickly and step inside. Relieved to see a bed, I pull the covers back and put my suitcase on the floor. I climb under the covers, finding a comfortable position before falling asleep. The hours pass peacefully until I'm plagued with another dream about a long corridor in a hospital. At the end of it rests my dad. I start to scream as I'm pulled into the room, desperate to wake up. I start thrashing, trying to fight the force that's pulling me. Seconds later, Gil's voice comes to me as I feel him shaking my shoulders gently. He's calling, “Sara? Wake up. Come on.” Gil? I'm trying I'm trying to wake up, but it's got me. It's pulling too hard. Help! I thrash harder, desperately fighting my way back to him, to safety. His voice is gentle as he coaxes, “Come on. Wake up. You're safe here.” A few minutes later, I ease my eyes open, relieved to see him sitting on the bed beside me. Tears begin flowing freely down my cheeks, but I don't try to stop them. He takes me into his arms instantly.

“A nightmare?” he asks gently.

I nod, but I'm still crying, so I can't tell him about it just yet. He just pats my back, holding me tighter.

“Shh,” he soothes. “I'm right here. You're safe now. Don't be scared. Nothing can hurt you now.”

He wipes my tears away, kissing me lightly. I hadn't expected that. I return it quickly.

He flushes, embarrassed. “I'm sorry.”

I shake my head. “No, don't be. You always know what to do.”

“I took advantage of a weak moment, and I shouldn't have.”

He gets up to leave, but I grab his arm to stop him.

“No, Gil, wait. It's okay. Please don't go.”

He sits back down. “You sure?”

I nod, smiling. “It's fine. I don't wanna be alone, though.”

“You mean in case the nightmare comes back?”

I nod. He's reading my mind.

“Will you stay with me?”

He nods, hugging me. “Sure, Sara. I'm here for you whatever you need.”

I return the hug as I move over to make room for him. He lies down beside me, embracing me protectively.

“Thanks,” I say, smiling as I curl up next to him, resting my head on his chest.

“No problem,” he tells me,returning the smile as I close my eyes again.
 
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