Written for Kira699's Classic Damsel in Distress Challenge, have fun reading :D
AN: As soon as I read the challenge, I knew I had to write a story for it :D
I think I'll give Pepper (my muse) a break and go with my Snickers retelling of Sleeping Beauty :D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything xD I wish I did, then Justin Beiber would not be appearing on the season premier of CSI! (no offence to Justin fans)
I don't think anyone is OOC, but I haven't watched CSI since the season finale, so if someone is OOC, let me know, and I'll fix it ;)
It was the day before Sara Sidle's thirty-sixth birthday. She sighed, rolled over in her bed, and looked at her alarm clock.
9:00 pm
She didn't need to be up at this hour, she had the night off. She rolled and faced away from her clock. She might as well get some sleep. She slowly closed her brown eyes and drifted off to sleep.
'Sara, Sara, Sara, tisk, tisk, tisk.' Greg Sanders said. He sat in a chair, wearing his favorite Marilyn Manson T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts with Batman on them.
'Well, this certainly is my dream...' Sara thought to herself as she sat in a chair across the table from Greg. Greg waved his hands across the table and a crystal ball appeared. 'Sara, you're in grave danger.' Greg said, rubbing the crystal ball.
A image appeared.
Sara, Cathrine, and Nick were standing in an abandoned lot. 'Sara! Get down!' Nick shouted as a gunman fired a shot. Sara was too slow, the gunman fired, Sara took a shot to the heart, and fell onto the ground next to Nick, lifeless.
Sara looked from the crystal ball to Greg who shrugged. 'I can't save you Sara, I'm not here...' Greg said as he, the crystal ball, the table, and the two chairs disappeared.
Sara's eyes shot open, and she bolted up-right in her bed. She just saw herself die, but was it just a dream? Sara looked at the clock. It was 8:00 pm. She slept for an entire day! She jumped out of bed and rushed to get dressed. She had to go to work!
"-and so, Sara runs up to me and screams about her dream in my face." Greg Sanders told Cathrine Willows as they sat in the break room. Cathrine wasn't believing a word that Greg said.
"I did not 'run' up to you, I walked over to you, and I did not scream in your face, you asked if I had a good night's sleep because I looked tired, and I told you about my dream." Sara corrected, grabbing her sandwhich out of the refrigerator. Nick Stokes laughed. Classic Greggo...
Sara took a seat next to Nick. In his opinion, she was sitting way to close to him. She smelled like coffee and pure Sara. Now, he wasn't dense like Grissom, he knew when a woman was coming onto him.
Recently, she had been standing just a little too close, and accidently bumping into him, or brushing up against him. Now, he knew that Sara was a very direct woman, but if he was going to get involved with a co-worker, he would have to make sure that he wasn't going to hurt her like Grissom did. Sara may be tough on the outside, but on the inside she was just like everyone else, soft. And he had to admit, he was attracted to her.
"Greg, you have a 419, you can handle it on your own." Grissom said, walking into the break room and handing Greg a case file. "Cathrine, Nick, Sara, you guys have a triple homicide."
"Happy birthday, Sara." Nick said as he stepped out of the SUV and into the abandoned parking lot. Sara got out of the car, saw where they were and stopped.
Déjà Vu.
Her heart rate sped up. Was it possible that she saw the future in her dream?
"You okay?" Nick said, walking over to Sara and putting a hand on her forehead. "You look pale."
Cathrine got out of backseat and looked at Sara. "She looks really pale, maybe you should drink some water." She said and handed Sara some water. She drank the water, nodded, and walked towards the three sun-baked bodies.
Sara and Nick began to take Photographs of the three bodies while Cathrine looked for evidence.
Sara's heart almost stopped when she saw how the victims had died. Single gunshot to the heart.
"Sara, you okay? You look pale again." Nick stated, taking a break from snapping photos. Cathrine walked back over Nick and Sara. "Well, there's not much we can do untill David get he-"
"Everybody on the ground!" The man shouted, walking out from behind a car dual-wielding two guns. Sara almost had a heart attack, this was just like her dream. Nick and Cathrine put their hands up, Sara slowly raised her hands. They were shaking like crazy.
Nick looked at Sara. She looked horrible.
"You there!" The gunman said, gesturing to Sara with his gun. "Stand up!"
Sara slowly stood up. She heard him removed the safety.
"Sara get down!"
Bang!
Sara and Cathrine hit the concrete floor of the parking lot. Cathrine loomed over Sara, applying pressure to the bullet wound that was right in the middle of her chest. "C'mon, Sara, stay with me..."
Sara looked at Cathrine. She was starting to get dizzy from the blood loss. Was this how she was going to die...
Great. Now she was hallucinating. Cathrine loomed over Sara, her blue fairy wings glistening in the street lights. What was she? Her fairy godmother?
Sara lost consciousness.
"David! Get help!" Cathrine yelled as David ran over to Cathrine and Sara. He took out his cell phone and called for an ambulance.
The shooter dropped his guns. Why? He didn't know, it probably would have been better to keep them. He could just shoot the angry Texan that was running at him.
Nick punched Sara's killer in the face. He fell to the ground, taking Nick with him. They rolled around on the ground, throwing punches and kicks. When they rolled again, the gun was with-in the killers reach. He kneed Nick in the groin and lunged for the gun. Nick snapped out of it and grabbed for the weapon as well.
Nick, being the stronger guy, stole the gun out of the killer's hands and shot him in the leg just as the ambulance arrived for Sara.
Nick got up from the and moved towards Sara as the paramedics took the killer and Sara into two ambulances.
Nick went with Sara.
He held her hand, but was pushed aside when the moniters started beeping like crazy.
"We're loosing her!" One of the medics shouted. They got out the paddles.
"Charging...clear!"
Bump!
Beeeeeepppppp...
"Charging...clear!"
Bump!
Beeeeepppppppp...
Nick couldn't listen.
"Charging...clear!"
Thump!
Beep...beep...beep...
He let out a sigh of relief. Sara wasn't dead yet.
They continued the short ride to the hospital, once they got there, they rushed Sara into surgery, and they rushed Nick into the waiting room.
He waited...
Waiting...
Waiting...
Pacing...
Waiting...
Almost six hours have past, and everyone from the lab was now in the waiting room. Nick looked like crap, but Greg didn't want to bring that up. Nick was having a horrible time.
"Mr. Stokes?" A nurse asked, and Nick shot out of his chair and quick walked up to the nurse.
"How is she?" He asked. Please don't be dead...
"She's stable for now, but she reacted badly to the anistesia, and she is in a coma."
Nick's heat sank. A coma? "Can I see her?"
The nurse nodded. "Follow me."
Nick followed the nurse down the hall ways of the hospital. Finally, they reached the room that held a comatose Sara.
Nick took a seat next to her bedside and thought.
He loved her.
He looked around the empty hospital room. Of corse no one was there.
He leaned over her sleeping form and planted a kiss on her forehead.
He leaned back, away from her body and watched her. Her eyelids twitched. Nick's face lit up with a 100 watt, Texas smile. Sara's eyes slowly drifted open. She turned her head to look at Nick.
"Nick..." She weakly said. She was still pale from the blood loss, and she was hyped up on pain killers, she should have been in a coma for atleast a few days.
"Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty..."