Chapter 19:
Grissom's head then quickly shot up and into Sara's direction; the speed of this action almost made it look painful as the way he jerked upward was not at all graceful...
"Sar-" Grissom's voice got caught in his throat which he quickly cleared, "Sara?" he looked skeptically, rubbing his eyes, trying to focus on the... image, before him. Sara held her breath.
Here we go, she thought.
"Gil..." Sara said cautiously, waiting for this to all set in and for his reaction to finally be revealed. His first reaction left Sara sitting confused.
He let out a laugh and began shaking his head quickly, back and forth. "I'm hallucinating again." he said under his breath as he let out another laugh; this time, another, colder one.
"No!" Sara yelled, a little too loud for Grissom's liking. He jumped up again, and turned his back towards his door. Now Sara had his attention. "I swear, you're not crazy, but please you need to listen to me before--"
"--Oh no, no, no." Grissom interrupted, shaking his head stubbornly, a smile on his face, "I'm not going to start talking to the hallucina--"
"--Last February
I was the one who broke your fish tank, not the dog." Sara countered. She then watched as his face turned from a stubborn smile to a look of disbelief. Realizing that she finally had him she continued.
"And when you went on your sabbatical I accidentally put dishwasher liquid in the washing machine which is why you said the carpet looked different in the den-- I had it replaced." she said as she rambled on. "Apparently the washing machine doesn't agree with Jet-Dry." she shrugged. "Oh, and I'm sorry, but I forgot to feed the tarantula... it didn't 'run away'." Sara then smiled at him sheepishly.
Grissom sat there stunned, taking this all in. After a few moments he met her gaze.
"Oh shit." he whispered. "You're really there... and I'm not crazy... and..."
"You're
not crazy." she told him again, making sure he had all the reassurement he needed to continue.
"S-so, if I'm not hallucinating, then," his voice cracked, "then are you..."
"Oh no! No! I'm not dead. Oh, Gil... it's so hard to explain." Sara said as her eyes watered over. "I'm not dead, but I am... dying." she said sadly.
Grissom sighed and tried to keep his emotions in check, "Tell me everything."
Sara smiled at him and reached for his hand and securing it with hers. Grissom's sad smile faded quickly when she did this.
"What's wrong?" Sara asked, unsure whether or not she should have done that.
"I-I can't feel you, your hand." he murmured.
Sara then, reluctantly, slowly lifted her hand out of his and into her lap. She stared at the floor ahead of her as tears silently made their way down her pale cheeks.
"Well, at least you can see and hear me." she said optimisticly as she faced him.
It made Grissom feel helpless as he witnessed her tears and knew he couldn't help. Little did he know, Sara had the same feeling of hopelessness. He then grabbed her hand, knowing that even though he couldn't feel her, she could feel him, and all he wanted was for her to know that he was there. He was going to help her; save her. Sara took the subtle silence as her cue.
"My flight got cancelled, and I decided to walk back to my mother's house. Maybe try to get a flight the next day or so." as she recalled this, her memory got a boost as if she were reliving the entire afternoon, step by step. "There was a car," she said, as she closed her eyes, beginning to recall the afternoon scene by scene. "It was raining... hard." she could clearly remember how it blinded her as she ran. "I tried to run, but it knocked me into some sort of ditch," she said, eyes still closed, focusing on the main details.
Someone had a bat, someone was hurting me. "There was a bat, I fell in the dirt... I was hurt somehow... I can't remember what it was that I hurt..."
Grissom could clearly see her struggling to find some sort of answer in her memories. Her eyes closed tight, trying to remember everything.
"Then Jason," Sara's face turned into a grimace, "he was hurting me,"
He hit higher than he planned and heard bones break. Sara grabbed her midsection as the tears started falling down her cheeks again. "Emma was there, his girlfriend."
"Help me." Sara begged..."She wouldn't help, she couldn't, she was too scared..."
"I'm so sorry," Emma kept whispering..."Then, darkness." Sara said as she opened her eyes. Still staring straight ahead she continued, "Then next thing I knew I was on the cold wet ground. Everything hurt. It was a well," she said, facing Grissom, "I'm positive about that much" She met his gaze and quickly looked away, back towards the ground. "Then I called you." she finished with a whisper. Taking only mere seconds to review the night yet again, she knew what needed to be done next.
"Start the car." she demended as she ripped her hand out of his. Then she said what they both knew they needed to do. "We need to go to that well...
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