Turn Back Time
By Joey
Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own any of these characters, well except for the attacker, and any character you haven't heard of. (I wouldn't mind owning Nick… or Greg… (although they're both a little (okay a lot) old for me )
Anyway… please read.. and review.. I'd like to know what you guys think. If you like it, or hate it, doesn't matter, I'd still like to know your opinions. (Constructive criticism)
Umm.. I haven't watched CSI for that long, but I'm already obsessed (both me and my roommate) with the show. It's awesome, I love it (although it's very cheesy at times, especially the first season).
NOTE: This takes place in the future.. not far, just a couple months (assuming Nick and Sara get together right now). Yes, this is a NICK AND SARA story (there aren't enough of these out there). Nick and Sara are already together when this starts, if I feel like it, I might eventually explain how they got together but for now…
Today was the day. They'd talked it over the morning before, after shift, over breakfast at IHOP. The topic had originally risen a couple of weeks earlier, but they'd both needed the time to build their courage.
As Nick pulled his Tahoe into it's parking spot and switched off the engine, he glanced over at Sara. She shared his look of nervousness, before she reached over for his hand. He grabbed hers, and gave it a quick squeeze, both of them taking a deep breath before opening their doors and escaping the safety of the Tahoe and heading inside.
The two had spent hours debating how they would make their "announcement." Their conclusion? To just say it.
Everyone else, including Greg, had already gathered in the waiting room, drinking coffee and waiting for their assignments when Nick and Sara entered.
"Good evening," Catherine greeted them, starting the quick exchange of greetings from everyone minus Grissom. Grissom just glanced up briefly, before returning to his crossword.
Nick left Sara's side briefly to grab them cups of coffee, before returning to stand by her, the two looking out at their colleagues, their friends, their family.
"Umm…" Nick paused and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "A… umm… we have an announcement." Nick started, looking over at Sara, who nodded that he should continue. "Umm… we're… we've… we're dating," he finally spit it out. Everyone exchanged glances, nodded, and went back to what they were doing. (Except Warrick and Greg, as Warrick was eagerly excepting the money that Greg was passing over).
Sara found her voice first, "Umm guys? Are there really no comments?"
"We've known for a few weeks," Greg supplied.
At Nick and Sara's shocked looks, Warrick added. "Give us some credit. We are the top crime lab, and I think we all have pretty good observation and deduction skills."
Greg then added, "And I saw you two kissing in the locker room."
Grissom spoke up. "And you were always arriving and leaving together."
Warrick nodded, "Yeah, I saw you guys holding hands quite a few times when you thought no one was around."
Grissom smiled at Sara and Nicks still shocked expressions. "You guys often smelled of each other's cologne/perfume."
Greg laughed, "And Sara, you wore one of Nicks shirts one day."
Warrick added, "And when we had dinner at Nicks house that one night, some of Sara's stuff was still on the counter."
Catherine then spoke up, "And in the bathroom, sorry Nicky, but I didn't think you kept feminine "products" lying around," She paused, laughing slightly at Greg's disgusted look, and Sara's look of embarrassment. "And the looks, don't forget the looks. Oh, but I do have one question. How long?"
Nick paused, mentally counting. "Around 4 months I think."
"15 weeks, and 4 days," Sara countered, off of Nick's look of surprise, "I can't help it if I'm accurate."
Catherine nodded her had slowly, "Hey, we were pretty good, we'd worked out your relationship to be between 14 and 17 weeks."
"Okay, now you guys are just creepy," Nick shuddered, causing the others to start laughing, before he too joined in. After a couple of moments, Nick turned to Grissom. "Okay, what are the cases for today?"
"Well," Grissom pushed his crossword puzzle to the side and pulled out the assignment slips.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Weeks Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Okay, here are your assignments," Grissom told the group gathered together in the break room. "Warrick, you're on your own. It's a teen suicide. Cath, you'll be working with me on a possible drowning. And Nick and Sara, you two have a suspected murder/suicide." Grissom passed out the assignment slips as everyone slowly made there way towards the doors. "Oh and Greg?" Greg looked up from where he'd been exiting the room. "Can you be ready to compare a pile of blood samples for me? Also, Ecklie's got some day shift work that needs to be done pronto, got it?"
"Yep," Greg nodded, heading out the door, the others following behind.
Nick watched as Sara grabbed her baseball cap from her locker, before following her out towards his Tahoe, carrying their case kits.
"Keys?" Sara asked, turning towards Nick.
"Keys?" Nick replied, raising an eyebrow. "Umm.. I don't think so. My car, I drive."
"Oh really," Sara said as she walked towards Nick. Nick saw her coming, and having a bad feeling about her plans backed up. But Sara had out thought him he quickly realized as his back bumped up against the Tahoe.
"No, NO!" Nick protested as Sara moved closer and closer. "Come on Sara…"
Sara leaned forward, placing one hand behind Nick's head, pulling it down. At first Nick protested, before giving in, leaning forward for the kiss. The kiss that never came. Sara's other hand had been busy, sinking into Nick's jeans pocket, pulling out his keys. She waved them in front of him as she pulled back teasingly, before moving away and entering the Tahoe. Nick just leaned against the Tahoe stunned for a moment before he, too, moved and entered the Tahoe on the passenger side, buckling his seat belt as Sara pulled out of the parking lot.
They drove in silence for a few minutes before Sara spoke up. "What, now you're not talking to me?"
"Hey, that … that was cruel and uncalled for and – and cruel…" Nick protested, refusing to look at Sara.
"Oh my god," Sara gasped, almost getting Nick to turn around and face her, but she spoke before he could move. "You're pouting. You're honestly pouting."
"No I'm not," Nick immediately protested, turning to look at her.
"Oh yeah you were, admit it. You, Nicholas Stokes, was pouting," Sara said, taking one hand off the steering wheel to point at him and laugh.
"Hey," Nick grabbed her hand, pointing her finger away from him, before prying her fingers open, and weaving his through hers. He sighed, holding her hand tightly in his as he stared out his window.
"You okay?" Sara asked, her voice no longer playful, but serious.
Nick turned to look at her carefully, studying her face for a reaction as he replied. "Yeah, just… just thinking. Do you…" Nick sighed again, looking away, for a sec, only turning back after Sara tightened her grip on his hand. He could feel her concern. "Do you ever regret… this.. us?"
"What?" Sara had to let go of his hand quickly, as she accidentally swerved, shocked by his question. "What?" She repeated after she had gotten the Tahoe back under control.
"Never mind," Nick said, turning away from her.
Sara pulled the Tahoe over to the side of the road, before turning in her seat to look at Nick. "Nick, I don't regret anything. Being with you has made me happier than well.. then I've ever been before. Nicky, the word regret has never even come to my mind when I think about us." Sara watched Nick carefully, but he refused to face her, his head hanging down. She could see a few tears that had escaped making their way down his cheek. She waited for him to reply, but when it became apparent that he wasn't going to, she switched on the turning signal before pulling back into the traffic, heading for the crime scene.
As they pulled up in front of the house, Sara glanced over at Nick. He was busy staring out the window, and as soon as the pulled to a stop, he jumped out of the vehicle, heading straight for Brass. Sara sighed, before following after Nick.
As they entered the house, the first thing Sara noticed was the metallic smell of blood. It didn't take them long to find the crime scene, the kitchen. The first body, a female, lay face down on the ground, multiple bullet wounds in the back, blood pooling around her body. The second body was hidden slightly by the island counter in the kitchen, but the legs were apparent, sticking out towards the female body. Sara walked around the counter to get a better look at the male. He was sitting against the cupboards, gun in hand, single bullet shot to the forehead. As she crouched down, looking for any obvious clues, Nick joined her.
"See anything?" Nick asked, snapping pictures of the guy's position, the bullet wound, the gun in his hand, and the close ups of all the things.
"No," Sara shook her head, standing up, trying to get rid of the dancing white dots in front of her eyes from the camera flash.
Ten minutes later the two were still busy gathering evidence. Sara was collecting blood, and Nick was searching for the spent bullet casings. He'd found three so far, and had marked them, but with the 5 shots the women had received, and the one the male had, he was still busy trying to locate the missing three.
They had already tested the male's hands for gun powder residue, which came up positive to no one's surprise.
Brass had left with the Coroner minutes earlier, leaving the two alone in the house.
"Hey Sara?" Nick spoke up. It was the first word he'd said to her since the car ride, and Sara looked up eagerly.
"Yeah Nick?"
"Do these look the same to you?" Nick held up to bullet casings. Sara moved over to beside him. She took the two casings from him and scrutinized them carefully.
"A Nicky, you going blind?" Sara questioned him playfully. "This one's got some blue on it, and this one doesn't have any traces of that, and besides, don't they seem to be different sizes to you too?"
"That's what I thought, and you know what that means…"
"Yep, we've got two shooters, and that means, either a missing gun or a missing person with the missing gun."
"Right," Nick gave Sara the first genuine smile she'd seen all evening. "I guess I'll start searching the rest of the rooms and see if I can find that missing piece."
Sara just nodded, already back beside the blood stains, carefully collecting evidence.
The next few minutes passed by silently, each doing their own work, busy collecting the evidence. Sara heard it the same second Nick felt it.
"Ah!" Nick shouted, falling to the ground, his left hand immediately reaching to grab his right forearm, trying to stop the sudden rushing of blood.
"Nick?" Sara shouted, leaping off the ground, pulling out her cell phone and dialing as she ran through out the rooms searching for Nick.
"Hello?" Grissom's voice picked up on the other end.
"Griss? Something's gone wrong. I think someone's here, I just heard a shot and then Nick screamed and…" Sara was interrupted when a hand snaked out from behind her and grabbed her, covering her mouth and muffling her shriek.
"Sara?" Nick shouted, trying to move through out the house. He felt dizzy, and knew he was losing too much blood, that he shouldn't be moving, as it was jerking his arm, each move creating a new rush of blood.
"Sara?" A smaller voice joined Nicks. The voice was coming from her cell phone that now lay on the ground. "Sara? Sara what's going on?"
"Nick?" Sara tried to scream, trying to fight off her attacker but it was to no good. He pulled her out of the house, cutting off her air supply until she passed out. When the attacker felt her go loose in his arms, he reached into his pocket, extracting a cloth soaked in chloroform, before covering her mouth and nose with it, confirming that she'd be out for a while.
As Sara was being dragged from the house, Nick managed to make it to the front door. He watched helplessly as a black truck drove sped away from the crime scene before he slumped to the ground unconscious.
By Joey
Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own any of these characters, well except for the attacker, and any character you haven't heard of. (I wouldn't mind owning Nick… or Greg… (although they're both a little (okay a lot) old for me )
Anyway… please read.. and review.. I'd like to know what you guys think. If you like it, or hate it, doesn't matter, I'd still like to know your opinions. (Constructive criticism)
Umm.. I haven't watched CSI for that long, but I'm already obsessed (both me and my roommate) with the show. It's awesome, I love it (although it's very cheesy at times, especially the first season).
NOTE: This takes place in the future.. not far, just a couple months (assuming Nick and Sara get together right now). Yes, this is a NICK AND SARA story (there aren't enough of these out there). Nick and Sara are already together when this starts, if I feel like it, I might eventually explain how they got together but for now…
Today was the day. They'd talked it over the morning before, after shift, over breakfast at IHOP. The topic had originally risen a couple of weeks earlier, but they'd both needed the time to build their courage.
As Nick pulled his Tahoe into it's parking spot and switched off the engine, he glanced over at Sara. She shared his look of nervousness, before she reached over for his hand. He grabbed hers, and gave it a quick squeeze, both of them taking a deep breath before opening their doors and escaping the safety of the Tahoe and heading inside.
The two had spent hours debating how they would make their "announcement." Their conclusion? To just say it.
Everyone else, including Greg, had already gathered in the waiting room, drinking coffee and waiting for their assignments when Nick and Sara entered.
"Good evening," Catherine greeted them, starting the quick exchange of greetings from everyone minus Grissom. Grissom just glanced up briefly, before returning to his crossword.
Nick left Sara's side briefly to grab them cups of coffee, before returning to stand by her, the two looking out at their colleagues, their friends, their family.
"Umm…" Nick paused and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "A… umm… we have an announcement." Nick started, looking over at Sara, who nodded that he should continue. "Umm… we're… we've… we're dating," he finally spit it out. Everyone exchanged glances, nodded, and went back to what they were doing. (Except Warrick and Greg, as Warrick was eagerly excepting the money that Greg was passing over).
Sara found her voice first, "Umm guys? Are there really no comments?"
"We've known for a few weeks," Greg supplied.
At Nick and Sara's shocked looks, Warrick added. "Give us some credit. We are the top crime lab, and I think we all have pretty good observation and deduction skills."
Greg then added, "And I saw you two kissing in the locker room."
Grissom spoke up. "And you were always arriving and leaving together."
Warrick nodded, "Yeah, I saw you guys holding hands quite a few times when you thought no one was around."
Grissom smiled at Sara and Nicks still shocked expressions. "You guys often smelled of each other's cologne/perfume."
Greg laughed, "And Sara, you wore one of Nicks shirts one day."
Warrick added, "And when we had dinner at Nicks house that one night, some of Sara's stuff was still on the counter."
Catherine then spoke up, "And in the bathroom, sorry Nicky, but I didn't think you kept feminine "products" lying around," She paused, laughing slightly at Greg's disgusted look, and Sara's look of embarrassment. "And the looks, don't forget the looks. Oh, but I do have one question. How long?"
Nick paused, mentally counting. "Around 4 months I think."
"15 weeks, and 4 days," Sara countered, off of Nick's look of surprise, "I can't help it if I'm accurate."
Catherine nodded her had slowly, "Hey, we were pretty good, we'd worked out your relationship to be between 14 and 17 weeks."
"Okay, now you guys are just creepy," Nick shuddered, causing the others to start laughing, before he too joined in. After a couple of moments, Nick turned to Grissom. "Okay, what are the cases for today?"
"Well," Grissom pushed his crossword puzzle to the side and pulled out the assignment slips.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Weeks Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Okay, here are your assignments," Grissom told the group gathered together in the break room. "Warrick, you're on your own. It's a teen suicide. Cath, you'll be working with me on a possible drowning. And Nick and Sara, you two have a suspected murder/suicide." Grissom passed out the assignment slips as everyone slowly made there way towards the doors. "Oh and Greg?" Greg looked up from where he'd been exiting the room. "Can you be ready to compare a pile of blood samples for me? Also, Ecklie's got some day shift work that needs to be done pronto, got it?"
"Yep," Greg nodded, heading out the door, the others following behind.
Nick watched as Sara grabbed her baseball cap from her locker, before following her out towards his Tahoe, carrying their case kits.
"Keys?" Sara asked, turning towards Nick.
"Keys?" Nick replied, raising an eyebrow. "Umm.. I don't think so. My car, I drive."
"Oh really," Sara said as she walked towards Nick. Nick saw her coming, and having a bad feeling about her plans backed up. But Sara had out thought him he quickly realized as his back bumped up against the Tahoe.
"No, NO!" Nick protested as Sara moved closer and closer. "Come on Sara…"
Sara leaned forward, placing one hand behind Nick's head, pulling it down. At first Nick protested, before giving in, leaning forward for the kiss. The kiss that never came. Sara's other hand had been busy, sinking into Nick's jeans pocket, pulling out his keys. She waved them in front of him as she pulled back teasingly, before moving away and entering the Tahoe. Nick just leaned against the Tahoe stunned for a moment before he, too, moved and entered the Tahoe on the passenger side, buckling his seat belt as Sara pulled out of the parking lot.
They drove in silence for a few minutes before Sara spoke up. "What, now you're not talking to me?"
"Hey, that … that was cruel and uncalled for and – and cruel…" Nick protested, refusing to look at Sara.
"Oh my god," Sara gasped, almost getting Nick to turn around and face her, but she spoke before he could move. "You're pouting. You're honestly pouting."
"No I'm not," Nick immediately protested, turning to look at her.
"Oh yeah you were, admit it. You, Nicholas Stokes, was pouting," Sara said, taking one hand off the steering wheel to point at him and laugh.
"Hey," Nick grabbed her hand, pointing her finger away from him, before prying her fingers open, and weaving his through hers. He sighed, holding her hand tightly in his as he stared out his window.
"You okay?" Sara asked, her voice no longer playful, but serious.
Nick turned to look at her carefully, studying her face for a reaction as he replied. "Yeah, just… just thinking. Do you…" Nick sighed again, looking away, for a sec, only turning back after Sara tightened her grip on his hand. He could feel her concern. "Do you ever regret… this.. us?"
"What?" Sara had to let go of his hand quickly, as she accidentally swerved, shocked by his question. "What?" She repeated after she had gotten the Tahoe back under control.
"Never mind," Nick said, turning away from her.
Sara pulled the Tahoe over to the side of the road, before turning in her seat to look at Nick. "Nick, I don't regret anything. Being with you has made me happier than well.. then I've ever been before. Nicky, the word regret has never even come to my mind when I think about us." Sara watched Nick carefully, but he refused to face her, his head hanging down. She could see a few tears that had escaped making their way down his cheek. She waited for him to reply, but when it became apparent that he wasn't going to, she switched on the turning signal before pulling back into the traffic, heading for the crime scene.
As they pulled up in front of the house, Sara glanced over at Nick. He was busy staring out the window, and as soon as the pulled to a stop, he jumped out of the vehicle, heading straight for Brass. Sara sighed, before following after Nick.
As they entered the house, the first thing Sara noticed was the metallic smell of blood. It didn't take them long to find the crime scene, the kitchen. The first body, a female, lay face down on the ground, multiple bullet wounds in the back, blood pooling around her body. The second body was hidden slightly by the island counter in the kitchen, but the legs were apparent, sticking out towards the female body. Sara walked around the counter to get a better look at the male. He was sitting against the cupboards, gun in hand, single bullet shot to the forehead. As she crouched down, looking for any obvious clues, Nick joined her.
"See anything?" Nick asked, snapping pictures of the guy's position, the bullet wound, the gun in his hand, and the close ups of all the things.
"No," Sara shook her head, standing up, trying to get rid of the dancing white dots in front of her eyes from the camera flash.
Ten minutes later the two were still busy gathering evidence. Sara was collecting blood, and Nick was searching for the spent bullet casings. He'd found three so far, and had marked them, but with the 5 shots the women had received, and the one the male had, he was still busy trying to locate the missing three.
They had already tested the male's hands for gun powder residue, which came up positive to no one's surprise.
Brass had left with the Coroner minutes earlier, leaving the two alone in the house.
"Hey Sara?" Nick spoke up. It was the first word he'd said to her since the car ride, and Sara looked up eagerly.
"Yeah Nick?"
"Do these look the same to you?" Nick held up to bullet casings. Sara moved over to beside him. She took the two casings from him and scrutinized them carefully.
"A Nicky, you going blind?" Sara questioned him playfully. "This one's got some blue on it, and this one doesn't have any traces of that, and besides, don't they seem to be different sizes to you too?"
"That's what I thought, and you know what that means…"
"Yep, we've got two shooters, and that means, either a missing gun or a missing person with the missing gun."
"Right," Nick gave Sara the first genuine smile she'd seen all evening. "I guess I'll start searching the rest of the rooms and see if I can find that missing piece."
Sara just nodded, already back beside the blood stains, carefully collecting evidence.
The next few minutes passed by silently, each doing their own work, busy collecting the evidence. Sara heard it the same second Nick felt it.
"Ah!" Nick shouted, falling to the ground, his left hand immediately reaching to grab his right forearm, trying to stop the sudden rushing of blood.
"Nick?" Sara shouted, leaping off the ground, pulling out her cell phone and dialing as she ran through out the rooms searching for Nick.
"Hello?" Grissom's voice picked up on the other end.
"Griss? Something's gone wrong. I think someone's here, I just heard a shot and then Nick screamed and…" Sara was interrupted when a hand snaked out from behind her and grabbed her, covering her mouth and muffling her shriek.
"Sara?" Nick shouted, trying to move through out the house. He felt dizzy, and knew he was losing too much blood, that he shouldn't be moving, as it was jerking his arm, each move creating a new rush of blood.
"Sara?" A smaller voice joined Nicks. The voice was coming from her cell phone that now lay on the ground. "Sara? Sara what's going on?"
"Nick?" Sara tried to scream, trying to fight off her attacker but it was to no good. He pulled her out of the house, cutting off her air supply until she passed out. When the attacker felt her go loose in his arms, he reached into his pocket, extracting a cloth soaked in chloroform, before covering her mouth and nose with it, confirming that she'd be out for a while.
As Sara was being dragged from the house, Nick managed to make it to the front door. He watched helplessly as a black truck drove sped away from the crime scene before he slumped to the ground unconscious.