Disclaimer: I obviously don't own CSI or any of its characters. Too bad.
A/N: This is my first CSI fic, and my first attempt at a fic in a really long time, so be nice. It's in Sara's POV in the end of Living Doll.
I'm a Living Doll?
Ow. I'm wet. Where am I? Why can't I move? What happened to me?! Calm down, Sara, panicking won't help anything. I'm a trained investigator, just think for a few minutes. What's the last thing I remember? I was going to my car, and then- Nathalie! The cleaning girl! Why would she attack me?! And why can't I move?! Let's have a look- where I can anyway. There's a lot of metal, and…Am I under a car?! Wow, I'm lucky to be alive. Hold on a second- there's no way I could be alive after a car landing on me. This must be some type of a set-up. Judging by all the sand, I'm in the desert. Why would someone put a car on top of me in the desert?! It's like they want me to live, at least for a while. Like a charade. So…they could make me a miniature? The miniature killer is a female- it could be Nathalie. Why, that little…I'll kill her when I get out of this mess! Don't get ahead of yourself, Sara. Can you get out of this mess? I have to try to move. Argh! So much for that idea. She pinned me down good, I'll give her that much. Damn, that means I have to wait for someone to find me. Right, so the new focus is on survival. There's now way I can live very long out here…Stop being pessimistic! That will only make matters- well, they can't really get worse, so. No! To survive under a car in the desert in the rain: Firstly, don't drown. But I can't move my head either. Secondly, don't dehydrate. Damn the irony of the situation. Thirdly, don't move. Well, there's not much a chance of that happening. Last, I can't panic. That's the hardest. Keep thinking Sara, and you won't have a chance of panicking. You've been in situations worst than this before, and made it out okay. (But what if I'm out of luck?) Grissom and the gang'll find you. Yeah, they will, just hope it's not too late. Enough thinking about this. It's out of my hands now. Since when am I fatalistic? Keep thinking, Sara, your panicking. Think about…Grissom. Who'd think that after all these year's, when we're finally together and happy that something like this would happen? Never mind. That's actually my luck. The sound of the rain is actually soothing now that I listen to it. It's nothing like being home in bed, but it is relaxing. I know I should stay awake, but somehow I can't control the urge to sleep. I need to keep thinking. Griss needs to find me. So tired though. Maybe when I wake up I'll be home and this was all a dream…