New Story! I have one for all the GSR fans so why not have a little for all they snicker fans. Can't wait to see what you think and I hope you like it! Review if you have the time!
The sirens became louder as they neared, she could hear them through the open window that was letting in a cold wave of air every so often, blowing the brown curtains into the room. Her apartment was a complete mess, tipped over furniture, broken pictures, things that were formally on the tables were now on the floor and the two bodies in the centre of the room lay lifelessly waiting.
She could see his lifeless eyes and she could only hope they didn't speak the truth. She couldn't move from her place on the floor, she lay paralyzed watching his eyes hoping. She tried to stretch her arm over to try and shake him and jolt him out of the unconscious state he was in but only her middle finger could reach his body, therefore not leaving her with enough power to jolt him awake.
She was freezing, the peach nightgown proving a hopeless heat conductor and with every wave of the wind strands of her hair blew over her face, but she couldn't move them away, she was stuck, trapped in the spot where she lay. Motionless.
Her eyes became heavy and tired but she knew closing them would prove fatal, the sirens came louder and she was glad to see the eerie red and blue glow outside her window, lighting up the midnight sky.
She was struggling to keep her eyes open by the time she heard footsteps leaping up the stairs; she was failing when she saw the door swing open.
Her eyes were closed by the time anyone had stepped in.
She awoke in a white hospital bed, the peach nightgown had been exchanged for a white hospital one and moving had become easier than it had been the last time she was conscious. She was hooked up to about 8 different wires, each of them pumping something into her body, or fastening her to a scary machine that stood beside her bedside. She gazed idly out of the window in her room; she couldn't bear to look at the drip that was plugged into her arm as it scared her so. Ever since she was a small child the "drippy drappy machine" had scared her.
Her head was spinning and moments of what seemed like a movie continued to play in her head. She hoped someone would walk through the door, for she needed reassurance she was actually here, she needed the feel of human life, the feeling that she wasn't alone.
She slowly lifted her hand to touch her throbbing head, to feel a plaster taped over it, the kind she had become accustomed to over the years, the plaster you received when there had been stitches. She couldn't think of any reason why she had needed stitches, she didn't remember any injuries like that to her head, she remembered lying on the floor gazing at his lifeless body.
"Oh god, Nick!" She whispered to herself. Clasping a bandaged hand over her mouth.
She lay a while, thinking of all possibilities that could have happened to Nick, the gnawing thoughts in the back of her head made their way through the good ones and left her with the thoughts of death. She was finally relieved to see someone walking past her through the corridor but she was wishing someone would come to her, so they could explain the events she couldn't remember.
She watched people pass her room, walking past without even looking at her. She smiled when she saw Catherine turn into her room. Something she never thought she would smile for.
"Hey Sara." She smiled, sitting down on one of the chairs, with one of those folders Sara had seen far too many times.
"Catherine." Sara smiled.
"How you doing, girl?" Catherine asked, crossing her legs in a very posh, business-like fashion.
"Good, seeing as im attached to about a hundred tubes." Sara said, picking up a clear tube with her finger, and raising her eyebrows at it.
"The doctors say you're doing really well." Catherine said, looking at all the wires attached to Sara.
"Which is why you're here, don't tell me. Interrogation time?" Sara asked, she had been in enough hospital beds, and unlike most people she had learned to look normal instead of small and ill.
"No, no, Ecklie wants that done in interrogation rooms at the lab with me and Brass asking the questions and Sofia and Ecklie observing every moment." Catherine said, bluntly.
"Great, this'll be fun." Sara frowned, it was bad enough this case was going to involve her and Nicks personal life, worse that it was going to involve Ecklie watching her describe to detail the happenings of a relationship.
"I'm sorry Sara." Catherine said, biting her bottom lip.
"How much did you win?" Sara asked.
"What?" Catherine asked, guessing she knew what Sara was talking about.
"Water Cooler Bets. Me and Nick. How much?" Sara said, chuckling a bit as the embarrassed face on the blonde became redder and redder.
"Greg owes me $20, Warrick owes me $10. And Lucky me I owe Brass $5." Catherin elaughed.
"Our relationship is worth 35 dollars?" Sara asked.
"No, 35 to me. All in all theres probably about 300 on your relationship."
"Gee thanks." Sara smiled.
"Don't you wanna know the bets?" Catherine asked, wiping a strand of loose hair away from her eyes.
"Guess it will give me something to think about."Sara said, regretting the words as they tumbled from her mouth.
"You and Nick getting together had about $90 on it and $60 against it. Couple and Friends with Benfits had $30 on Friends with Benefits and $3 on relationship." Catherine stopped as Sara spluttered and burst out laughing.
"Who was the three dollar gambler?" Sara asked.
"Mark from Ballistics." Catherine said.
"So carry on." Sara laughed.
"Em, sleeping together. Was $116 on Yes and one on no." Catherine pursed her lips together to stop the wave of laughter building up inside her escaping she watched Sara's Sidle smile and her cheeks turn pink.
"There was a bet on me and Nick sleeping together?" She asked, her grin in a an o shape and her cheeks a tickled pink.
"Criminalists get bored." Catherine stated.
"I can see that." Sara laughed.
"So you think you're ready to get interrogated?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah, but Catherine can you answer me two questions?" Sara asked, looking at the blonde who had moved over to the door.
"Why did I feel paralyzed then but im fine now?"
"You were in a state of shock, mixed with the blood pouring from the bullet wound in your back and the glass shard in your head you couldn't move even if you wanted to. Now your dosed with drugs and have no recollection of what happened. Which is why you're now thinking 'Whoah' I got shot?" Catherine said.
"Okay, yeah. Second question. How's Nick?"
"Minor injuries, woke a few hours before you did. Can't remember anything. Has enough bullet wounds in him to make him sink in a bath and is asking if you have woken up yet," Catherine said, smiling when she saw Sara beam when she told her she was asking for her.
"Can I see him?" Sara asked.
"Not until you're both in interrogation. Ecklie's orders." Catherine frowned.
"Tell him, Im okay and I miss him." Sara smiled.
"I will, oh and he wanted me to give you this." Catherine smiled, throwing over a white piece of paper folded in two with Sara's name written on it in a neat script.
Sara watched Catherine leave then opened the note.
"I hope this note gets to you, Ecklie said we couldn't talk and I suppose we shouldn't even be passing notes but I was bored in my room and only wanted to talk to you.
I hope you're okay, I'm fine according to the nurses. Most of them think im a little oest for I kept asking them to bring me through to you. Catherine talked to me, did you hear of the office bets?
I will admit to putting bets on people I work with but over $300 on bets about us I thought was crazy.
I can picture your face as you heard this news and I must say it is the only thing getting me through these hours.
Did you hear we are to be interrogated, about everything. I don't know about you but I really don't want to tell Catherine, Ecklie, Brass or Sofia about what I did last night. Well the pieces I can remember. I can't wait to see you. Xxx Nick Stokes."
Sara laughed at the image of Nick sitting in an interrogation chair, discussing the antics of what they did the night before.
To Be Continued!