Authors Note: Everything in this story is generally make believe. Came from my head and no where else. Facts may be wrong, so dont kill me if they are.

That is all.

Nick Stokes pulled his suitcase behind him as he maneuvered his way through the busy terminals of Heathrow International Airport in London. He glanced at his watch again, and glanced back quickly to make sure Sara Sidle was still behind him, struggling with her own suitcase through the massive crowds. They were running late for check in for their flight back to Las Vegas via New York after their 7 day forensics seminar in London.

At last Nick reached the counter, and pulled out his ticket from his pocket, handing in to the friendly woman at the counter, who checked him and his baggage in. Just as he'd finished, Sara appeared behind him, puffing.

"Geez, you're fast!" She huffed, heaving her heavy suitcase onto the lower counter to check it in. She reached for her own ticket, and after a few minutes, she too was checked in.

"If we had missed our flight, I think I would have screamed," Sara mumbled as they made their way to their gate. Nick chuckled.

"Drama queen."

She shot him a glare, and he laughed again. During the last week, he and Sara gained a much deeper friendship. Over the last year, he hadn't been spending as much time with her as he would have liked, so when Ecklie suggested Sara and him go to England for the week for a continuing education seminar, he had been quite motivated.

The week had been great. The seminar had been interesting; London had been fun, and spending it with Sara had been the cherry on top. He admired her, and she was without a doubt his best friend. Beautiful and brainy, she was amazing. But both he and Sara were ready to go back to Las Vegas.

Their flight would leave in a hour, so they waiting around in the departures lounge, lacking the energy to explore the massive airport terminal. Sara sat besides him, and surprised him by resting her head on his shoulder.

"You tired?" he asked her, and she nodded.

"I'm looking forward to having a nice long sleep on the plane," she said, and Nick laughed.

"Good luck." He'd never had much luck sleeping on long flights, but he hoped for Sara's sake she could get some sleep. She'd been exhausted the entire time in London, a combination of the lack of sleep she usually had, and jet lag.

"Flight 900 headed to New York is ready for boarding from gate 23. Please have boarding passes ready to present at the gate."

Sara lifted her head off Nick's shoulder, and they stood up, pulling their boarding passes out of their pockets, before making their way to the gate and onto the Boeing 747. Nick let Sara take the window seat so she could sleep, and at last the plane taxied down the runway, and flew off into the night.

Sara immediately fell asleep against the window, surprising Nick. He settled down in his seat, unclipping his seat belt, and closed his own eyes, hoping he himself could get some shut eye.

Unfortunately, Nick did never get to sleep.

It must have been 60 minutes into the flight when things started to go wrong. At first it seemed just like turbulence. The cabin shook a bit, but then smoothed out.

Like many flights Nick had been on.

Turbulence didn't worry him.

The captain came over the system, and told everyone to return to their seats, and put their seatbelts back on, which Nick did. Sara still had hers on.

But then it started again, much more violently than before, awaking Sara.

"Wass' going on?" she asked sleepily, moving her head off the plane's window, which was also shaking. She rubbed her eyes and looked at Nick.

"Just turbulence," Nick reassured her, but as soon as he had spoken, the cabin was plunged into darkness, the cabin continuing to shake viciously. A few girls behind them screamed.

But then the lights came back on.

Then back off.

Then back on.

Then off again.

The lights continued to flicker, and the 747 continued to shake.

"What's going on?" Sara asked urgently. Nick shook his head. The flight attendants had strapped themselves into their seats, and no one was moving around the cabin as it continued to shake. The captain hadn't spoken again, and if Nick wasn't worried before, he was now.

And then, it all went quiet.

And the plane plunged into a rapid descent.

Nick grabbed the armrest of the seats, closing his eyes desperately. He felt Sara's hand reach for his own, and he grabbed it tightly, as women continued to scream, and men yelled as the plane continued its hasty decline.

Oxygen masks fell from the overhead compartments, and Nick opened his eyes as one hit him in the face. Instead of grabbing it, he reached below his seat, frantically pulling the safety vest from beneath it, remembering the pre-flight instructions. Sara did the same, her own hands shaking violently as she pulled it on.

Time seemed to go in slow motion as people grabbed their safety vests, or just held onto each other as the large airliner continued to plunge. Girls were crying, and Nick glanced desperately at Sara, to see her own brown eyes moist as she continued to try and hold it together. But her eyes gave her away.

She was terrified.

He grabbed her hand again, squeezing it tightly, his eyes never leaving hers.

Just as the plane plunged into the ocean.

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