Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters or concepts of CSI, I'm just
borrowing.
Category: Sara/Grissom UST, possible romance.
Spoilers: None that I really know of.
Author's Note: This my first CSI fic and I'm apprehensive, writing Grissom
is a bit of a challenge so be kind.
When The World Stops Turning
by M
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Just an ordinary night, one like any other that had come before; he got home,
dropped his keys in their usual place, hung his coat on the same hook, did
all the things he did each night. The routine never wavering.
It was then the knock came.
Opening the door, he was surprised to see his visitor. "Catherine?" A smile
touched his face but it didn't last. "What is it?"
Catherine Willows drew in a steadying breath. "Gil..." God, she really didn't
want to have to say it. "It's Sara..."
Around Grissom, the world went a dull, aching grey.
"Sara..."
------
Brass met him in the hallway. He didn't waste time on pleasantries; the look
on Grissom's face said they weren't welcome anyway. "SUV broadsided her at
an intersection. Driver abandoned the vehicle, fled on foot. We've got the
dogs looking for him now." The other man hurried to keep up as the CSI's
stride didn't slacken. "Her condition's critical, they just brought her out
of surgery."
"Who's working the case?" Was his only question as Grissom had barely even
registered what the other man had been saying.
"Catherine managed to convince the higher ups to let her, Nick and Warrick
take it." The detective forced a smile. "They were driving everyone around
here crazy."
"Where is she?"
"Recovery."
With barely a nod, Grissom stalked in that direction, not even acknowledging
the presence of the staff as he passed the nurses' station.
A nurse called out a protest and began to chase him but Brass intercepted
her and, with a murmured explanation, sent her back to her seat before
following along behind his friend.
The whole interaction was irrelevant to the cause of it. He stood at the door
to the recovery room, a stricken expression on his ordinarily inscrutable
features.
"Sara..."
TBC
borrowing.
Category: Sara/Grissom UST, possible romance.
Spoilers: None that I really know of.
Author's Note: This my first CSI fic and I'm apprehensive, writing Grissom
is a bit of a challenge so be kind.
When The World Stops Turning
by M
------
Just an ordinary night, one like any other that had come before; he got home,
dropped his keys in their usual place, hung his coat on the same hook, did
all the things he did each night. The routine never wavering.
It was then the knock came.
Opening the door, he was surprised to see his visitor. "Catherine?" A smile
touched his face but it didn't last. "What is it?"
Catherine Willows drew in a steadying breath. "Gil..." God, she really didn't
want to have to say it. "It's Sara..."
Around Grissom, the world went a dull, aching grey.
"Sara..."
------
Brass met him in the hallway. He didn't waste time on pleasantries; the look
on Grissom's face said they weren't welcome anyway. "SUV broadsided her at
an intersection. Driver abandoned the vehicle, fled on foot. We've got the
dogs looking for him now." The other man hurried to keep up as the CSI's
stride didn't slacken. "Her condition's critical, they just brought her out
of surgery."
"Who's working the case?" Was his only question as Grissom had barely even
registered what the other man had been saying.
"Catherine managed to convince the higher ups to let her, Nick and Warrick
take it." The detective forced a smile. "They were driving everyone around
here crazy."
"Where is she?"
"Recovery."
With barely a nod, Grissom stalked in that direction, not even acknowledging
the presence of the staff as he passed the nurses' station.
A nurse called out a protest and began to chase him but Brass intercepted
her and, with a murmured explanation, sent her back to her seat before
following along behind his friend.
The whole interaction was irrelevant to the cause of it. He stood at the door
to the recovery room, a stricken expression on his ordinarily inscrutable
features.
"Sara..."
TBC