It was a terribly rainy night. Wow, what a night thought Sara. The case had been a bad one. She couldn't get the kids faces out of her head: the two dead ones and their siblings. They all shared this look, the lost look, the one that is desperate for love. A loud screech snapped her out of her daze, and she saw a big four wheeler coming at her head on. She swerved to right to avoid the truck; her car spun out of control and went over the guardrail. The Tahoe came to a stop at the bottom of the slope. And there in the mangled jeep sat Sara Sidle's Unconscious body.
When Sara woke up, her whole body was in pain, and she had no memory of the accident or getting rescued. Sara looked around the room, and her eyes fall on an orderly. He made her smile because he reminded her of Greg, head banging to whatever music that was blasting in his ear phones, and he had messy blond hair. She started to chuckle, and startled the poor boy. He stammered, "Sorry miss I..."
Sara cut him off. "It's ok." She tried to get up to show him, but as she started to move, a searing pain in her side made her collapse on the bed.
"Miss Sidle you shouldn't try to move you have some broken ribs and a nasty gash on your head."
Wincing at his statement, Sara went on to ask him when she could leave. "Well if you give me a second I can get the doctor for you."
After the orderly shuffled out the room, Sara looked around the room. It looked like a normal hospital room; the walls were grossly white with the hospital smell and the TV hanging from the wall. A few minutes later a doctor walked in. Clearing her throat she started.
"Hi I'm your doctor Nicole Way, you can call me Nicole. Let me tell you Miss Sidle, you are one lucky women, your seat belt saved your life."
"So when Can I go home?" Sara asked.
"Well, because of the gash on your head, we are keeping you over night for observation. Is there anyone we can call for you?"
That question made Sara think. There was Grissom. No, he'll think I'm just trying to get him here for other reasons. Warrick? No he has a wife now. Catherine... I wish but I can't bother her. She has a kid at home. Greg? He'll act to weird and tell the whole lab so that leaves Nick, and after the case we had, he's probably knocked out. Sara shook her head. "No, there's no one." The doctor smiled and told her to get some rest, before leaving.
As the night dragged on, Sara was able to catch a few hours of sleep, and in the morning, the pain had eased and she was able to leave. She checked her self out and headed home, alone. When Sara got to her apartment she went straight to fridge grabbed a beer, and settled herself on the couch. Shortly after she turned on the TV, she was out cold. She woke up around 8. She cursed, her ribs were killing her again, and she popped a few painkillers before calling her cab. She took a quick shower and met the car in front of her apartment. When the cab pulled up to the lab she decided not to tell anyone what happened. They probably wouldn't care any way, she reasoned, plus it had been her day off yesterday so she knew she wasn't missed and if they asked about her head, she fell in a biking accident: perfect cover. She paid the cabby and went inside to start another shift like nothing happened.