None of these characters belong to me. I wish Sara and Nick did, seeing as they got fired.
She dug her fingernails into her skin. It felt sort of good, but not great. Why is everyone so mad at me? What did I do wrong? Blood dripped onto her computer's keyboard. "SHIT!" She took the edge of her lab coat and cleaned off the blood. No one will ever notice. They never do. She looked at her private drawer. There were several straight razors in it. A straight razor was just what she needed right now. One slice, one cut, that was all I need to get rid of the evils inside me. She looked around her, then opened the drawer. She pulled out the cleanest razor she had. No one will see you. No one comes past here at this tome of day. She pressed the blade into her wrist and pulled down until she felt happy. As usual she had missed the artery by a few millimeters. Doctor Robbins would be proud of my handiwork. It's a near perfect five inch incision. She felt the blood pour from her wound. She looked down to the floor where it was pooling. "FUCK! I'll never clean this blood up before someone comes." The words made her want to cut herself once more. She took the razor and placed it against her good wrist. Being ambidextrous comes in handy. She began to slice, but before she could finish someone grabbed the razor. The person took it and threw it on the floor. They put their hands on her wounds and applied pressure. "Celia, What were you doing? Why would you do this to yourself?" The angry voice caused her to look up at their face. It was Greg, the scrawny lab tech who brought her a burgundy rose every day. Knowing it was him, Celia let her defense down. Tears began to stream down her face. "Oh, baby, don't cry. Its ok." He closer to her. He wanted to whisper in her ear. "I wuv eu. I wuv eu vairy, vairy much." His Donald Duck voice made her laugh a little. Laughng meant a smile and smiling is exactly what he wanted her to do. Her smile is what had made him first notice her. "I think I need help." Her faint voice conveyed the one thing Greg already knew, Celia was in desperate need of a doctor. Calling 911 would get CSI on the news, which would make Grissom very angry with them. Leaving the lab and going to the hospital would produce the same effect. They need to find a doctor in the building. Doc Robbins He could help Celia and Grissom couldn't get mad at them for leaving the building. "Baby, do you think you can make it to the elevator? I'll help you." Celia took a big breath and stood up. Supporting all her weight he helped her to the elevator. No one ever looked at them. We must look like the normal BLOODCOVERED couple out for a Sunday stroll. Once they were inside the elevator and the doors were closed, Greg looked at Celia again. Her body was getting paler by the second and she looked as if she was about to pass out. He could tell he had to hurry. In a split second decision he decided he would carry her to Doc Robbins' Autopsy Lounge. He took her up in his arms. No one down here would ask any questions.
