Wow, I never thought writing fanfiction could be so hard. Just getting
started was the hardest part. I have newfound respect for each and every
author out there. As you might have guessed, this is my first crack at this
sort of thing and I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimers: I don't own anyone, yet.
Rating: G (heck, I'm a young one myself
1 Survivors: Nevada
"Sara, call ahead and tell them that we're going to be late," commanded Grissom as he peered intently through the windshield. It was effort wasted as the wall of rain left the road a mystery.
The brunette dutifully punched in the number on her cell phone and waited for it to ring. After a bit she frowned, ended the call and tried again.
Grissom dared a glance at her through the rearview mirror. "What's wrong?"
"There's no signal. Must be the storm interfering with the reception or something."
"Let me see," said Nick as he plucked the phone from her.
"Hey, give it back!"
"No, you're doing it wrong," he explained, waving the cell just out of her reach over Warrick's slumbering form. It wasn't far enough as all three were cramped in the back of an SUV rental. With an exasperated sigh Sara made a sudden lung for the phone. It flew out of Nick's grasp and cluttered to their feet. A mad rush to claim the cell ensued, jolting Warrick from his nap.
"What the?????" He quickly oriented himself and grabbed the phone from where it had lodged itself behind his leg. Sara and Nick glared at him venomously and began to prepare for the battle ahead.
"Help!" he yelped and quickly tossed the object of desire to Catherine in the seat in front.
She glanced up in surprise from the report she was trying to finish. "Hey, don't bring me into this mess." And she tossed the phone back over her shoulder. Nick and Sara attacked each other, and with a war cry Warrick launched himself into the fray.
"Quiet!"
The squeals and shouts died instantaneously with Grissom's command. "Can't you see that I'm trying to keep us alive here." He rubbed his temples with one free hand as he usually did at the beginning of a migraine.
"Sorry boss said Sara, instantly remorseful.
"Party pooper," muttered Nick. Sara snorted as she unsuccessfully tried to stifle a giggle. Before things could get out of hand again Warrick intervened.
"She's right though. There really is no signal."
"That's great!" sighed Catherine as she put her report away. "We're going to miss our flight and I'm going to miss Lindsey's soccer game."
"Even worse is that we won't get our reports in on time. Brass is going to have our heads."
"Well, it serves him right," intervened Sara. "Sending us out to that conference in the middle of no where without a moments notice."
"Oh, you know you liked it," teased Nick. "You got more excited than a Treckie at a StarTreck convention. You're just upset that you had to wear a skirt."
She stuck her tongue out at him and turned to glare out the window, which showed the same rain stained scenery that it had shown for the past 2 hours. She pulled her skirt lower self-consciously. Nick was right, not as if she'd ever admit it though. Part of her foul mood had been brought upon the indecent attire she had been forced to wear. The conference's dress-cod had been 'upscale casual', and although she had been prepared to wear dress pants, Catherine had talked her into this skirt combination, complete with high heels. High heels! Awful contraptions. Even sitting with them on was giving her blisters. Catherine had dressed similarly, stating that they 'had to set a good example since they were representing the lab'. Whatever. The guys had not fared much better though, she thought with no little satisfaction. Once Catherine was through with them they were all in suits. Grissom and Warrick seemed to take it all in stride but Nick definitely looked uncomfortable.
Her thoughts were interrupted by and ominous rumble coming from the engine of the car.
"What was that?" asked Catherine.
Warrick frowned in concentration trying to pinpoint the noise. The car rumbled again. Enlightenment cleared his features, which promptly grew clouded again. "Uh-oh, Gris…"
He didn't get to finish his sentence, as the car gave a sudden lurch and stopped. Unfortunately the slick road wouldn't let them off the hook that easily and the car began a slow spin to the right. Grissom vainly tried to regain control, but without the help of a working engine the battle was helpless.
They were all thrown to the left as the car continued its deadly ballet. A sickening crack was heard as someone's head cracked against a window. Five screams resounded in the car as it continued spinning uncontrollably into the storm.
Well, that's it for now. Reviews are a must. Not that I'm blackmailing or anything…..
And criticism is welcome. Please make it constructive. I do want to get better at this.
Disclaimers: I don't own anyone, yet.
Rating: G (heck, I'm a young one myself
1 Survivors: Nevada
"Sara, call ahead and tell them that we're going to be late," commanded Grissom as he peered intently through the windshield. It was effort wasted as the wall of rain left the road a mystery.
The brunette dutifully punched in the number on her cell phone and waited for it to ring. After a bit she frowned, ended the call and tried again.
Grissom dared a glance at her through the rearview mirror. "What's wrong?"
"There's no signal. Must be the storm interfering with the reception or something."
"Let me see," said Nick as he plucked the phone from her.
"Hey, give it back!"
"No, you're doing it wrong," he explained, waving the cell just out of her reach over Warrick's slumbering form. It wasn't far enough as all three were cramped in the back of an SUV rental. With an exasperated sigh Sara made a sudden lung for the phone. It flew out of Nick's grasp and cluttered to their feet. A mad rush to claim the cell ensued, jolting Warrick from his nap.
"What the?????" He quickly oriented himself and grabbed the phone from where it had lodged itself behind his leg. Sara and Nick glared at him venomously and began to prepare for the battle ahead.
"Help!" he yelped and quickly tossed the object of desire to Catherine in the seat in front.
She glanced up in surprise from the report she was trying to finish. "Hey, don't bring me into this mess." And she tossed the phone back over her shoulder. Nick and Sara attacked each other, and with a war cry Warrick launched himself into the fray.
"Quiet!"
The squeals and shouts died instantaneously with Grissom's command. "Can't you see that I'm trying to keep us alive here." He rubbed his temples with one free hand as he usually did at the beginning of a migraine.
"Sorry boss said Sara, instantly remorseful.
"Party pooper," muttered Nick. Sara snorted as she unsuccessfully tried to stifle a giggle. Before things could get out of hand again Warrick intervened.
"She's right though. There really is no signal."
"That's great!" sighed Catherine as she put her report away. "We're going to miss our flight and I'm going to miss Lindsey's soccer game."
"Even worse is that we won't get our reports in on time. Brass is going to have our heads."
"Well, it serves him right," intervened Sara. "Sending us out to that conference in the middle of no where without a moments notice."
"Oh, you know you liked it," teased Nick. "You got more excited than a Treckie at a StarTreck convention. You're just upset that you had to wear a skirt."
She stuck her tongue out at him and turned to glare out the window, which showed the same rain stained scenery that it had shown for the past 2 hours. She pulled her skirt lower self-consciously. Nick was right, not as if she'd ever admit it though. Part of her foul mood had been brought upon the indecent attire she had been forced to wear. The conference's dress-cod had been 'upscale casual', and although she had been prepared to wear dress pants, Catherine had talked her into this skirt combination, complete with high heels. High heels! Awful contraptions. Even sitting with them on was giving her blisters. Catherine had dressed similarly, stating that they 'had to set a good example since they were representing the lab'. Whatever. The guys had not fared much better though, she thought with no little satisfaction. Once Catherine was through with them they were all in suits. Grissom and Warrick seemed to take it all in stride but Nick definitely looked uncomfortable.
Her thoughts were interrupted by and ominous rumble coming from the engine of the car.
"What was that?" asked Catherine.
Warrick frowned in concentration trying to pinpoint the noise. The car rumbled again. Enlightenment cleared his features, which promptly grew clouded again. "Uh-oh, Gris…"
He didn't get to finish his sentence, as the car gave a sudden lurch and stopped. Unfortunately the slick road wouldn't let them off the hook that easily and the car began a slow spin to the right. Grissom vainly tried to regain control, but without the help of a working engine the battle was helpless.
They were all thrown to the left as the car continued its deadly ballet. A sickening crack was heard as someone's head cracked against a window. Five screams resounded in the car as it continued spinning uncontrollably into the storm.
Well, that's it for now. Reviews are a must. Not that I'm blackmailing or anything…..
And criticism is welcome. Please make it constructive. I do want to get better at this.