AN: Hope you enjoy the story. There will be more details and
characterization later, I just want to set the scene first.
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"Did I ever mention how much I hate flying?" Catherine Willows huffed as she finished packing up her duffle bag.
"It's not a big deal - Quick flight there, we process the scene and leave." Grissom tried to reassure her as he took her bag from her and threw it into the back of the Tahoe.
"What I don't get is why the whole team has to go - even Greg," Warrick interjected after throwing his own bag in the SUV.
Grissom was beginning to get annoyed. "I'm just following orders. I was told there was a huge camping "accident" out in the desert - lots of bodies, huge scene to process. They told me to round up all the help I could get, so here we are."
"Lucky us," Sara mumbled as she heaved her own back pack into the Tahoe with a little more force than necessary.
"Let's roll!" Greg called from inside the vehicle. "I can't wait to go on one of those fun little planes that feel like it's about to crash the second you take flight!"
This earned him a 'Catherine glare' from the blond who was now climbing into the back seat next to Sara and Nick. Warrick and Grissom hopped in the front with Greg. Grissom started the engine, beginning the cramped ride to the air strip.
"That can't be comfortable," Nick commented after a few minutes to Catherine, referring to Sara's sleeping body. She had somehow managed to wedge her legs under the seats in front of her, and her head was hanging over the backside of the seat at a very odd angle.
"Not to mention the fact that she's going to have one hell of a neck cramp when she wakes up," Greg commented from the front.
"Not if I can help it," Catherine replied. She then gently lifted Sara's head and placed it on her own shoulder, forming a make-shift pillow for the younger CSI.
"Isn't that cute? Mother hen looking out for her ducklings.." Greg said with a snort.
"Another comment like that and you'll be wearing your tongue," Catherine snapped at him.
"Children, can we behave ourselves for a little while," Grissom pleaded from the drivers seat.
The rest of the ride went smoothly with no other interruptions.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Catherine wailed as the run down air strip came into view. "The stupid lab is so cheap they can't even afford a real plane," she added as their personal mini-jet came into view.
Grissom turned around in his seat. "Would have been a waste of money for such a short ride - you know that. Someone wake Sara up."
"Sara, honey, we're here," Nick said as he gently shook her shoulder.
A startled Sara sat blot upright. "What the hell?!" she practically screamed before she realized where she was. "Oh, sorry."
Muffled laughs could be heard all around, even from Grissom.
"I thought you never slept, Sara," Warrick commented. Sara swiftly hit him in the arm.
"Ouch!"
"Come on, let's go," Grissom called as he got out of the car, followed by the rest of his team. They were quickly loaded onto an even more cramped plane. Catherine had a death grip on her seat as they took off.
"I don't see what the big deal is, Catherine. Option 1, we get there without a hitch - yay. Option 2, we crash and die - and you just spent the last moments of your life worrying about something you have no control over," Sara stated with her classic 'Sara smile'.
"Not helping," Catherine said through clenched teeth. Grissom took one of her tense hands in his own.
"Don't worry Cath, everything will be -" He was interrupted by a violent jolt of the jet. It then began rapidly descending towards the desert below.
"This can't be good," Greg mumbled to himself.
Nick quickly pressed the intercom that connected them to the pilot. He repeatedly tried to make contact with him but got no response.
"I'm checking on the pilot," Sara quickly said before dashing through the small metal door that separated them.
Inside the small cockpit, the pilot was slumped over in his seat. Sara immediately checked him for a pulse and was horrified to find none. Figuring that he probably had a heart attack or an aneurism, she knew that trying to revive him was pointless. She then quickly scanned the controls to find any way to stop the plane's rapid descent. She had just found the controls she needed when the plane crashed violently to the ground.
"Did I ever mention how much I hate flying?" Catherine Willows huffed as she finished packing up her duffle bag.
"It's not a big deal - Quick flight there, we process the scene and leave." Grissom tried to reassure her as he took her bag from her and threw it into the back of the Tahoe.
"What I don't get is why the whole team has to go - even Greg," Warrick interjected after throwing his own bag in the SUV.
Grissom was beginning to get annoyed. "I'm just following orders. I was told there was a huge camping "accident" out in the desert - lots of bodies, huge scene to process. They told me to round up all the help I could get, so here we are."
"Lucky us," Sara mumbled as she heaved her own back pack into the Tahoe with a little more force than necessary.
"Let's roll!" Greg called from inside the vehicle. "I can't wait to go on one of those fun little planes that feel like it's about to crash the second you take flight!"
This earned him a 'Catherine glare' from the blond who was now climbing into the back seat next to Sara and Nick. Warrick and Grissom hopped in the front with Greg. Grissom started the engine, beginning the cramped ride to the air strip.
"That can't be comfortable," Nick commented after a few minutes to Catherine, referring to Sara's sleeping body. She had somehow managed to wedge her legs under the seats in front of her, and her head was hanging over the backside of the seat at a very odd angle.
"Not to mention the fact that she's going to have one hell of a neck cramp when she wakes up," Greg commented from the front.
"Not if I can help it," Catherine replied. She then gently lifted Sara's head and placed it on her own shoulder, forming a make-shift pillow for the younger CSI.
"Isn't that cute? Mother hen looking out for her ducklings.." Greg said with a snort.
"Another comment like that and you'll be wearing your tongue," Catherine snapped at him.
"Children, can we behave ourselves for a little while," Grissom pleaded from the drivers seat.
The rest of the ride went smoothly with no other interruptions.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Catherine wailed as the run down air strip came into view. "The stupid lab is so cheap they can't even afford a real plane," she added as their personal mini-jet came into view.
Grissom turned around in his seat. "Would have been a waste of money for such a short ride - you know that. Someone wake Sara up."
"Sara, honey, we're here," Nick said as he gently shook her shoulder.
A startled Sara sat blot upright. "What the hell?!" she practically screamed before she realized where she was. "Oh, sorry."
Muffled laughs could be heard all around, even from Grissom.
"I thought you never slept, Sara," Warrick commented. Sara swiftly hit him in the arm.
"Ouch!"
"Come on, let's go," Grissom called as he got out of the car, followed by the rest of his team. They were quickly loaded onto an even more cramped plane. Catherine had a death grip on her seat as they took off.
"I don't see what the big deal is, Catherine. Option 1, we get there without a hitch - yay. Option 2, we crash and die - and you just spent the last moments of your life worrying about something you have no control over," Sara stated with her classic 'Sara smile'.
"Not helping," Catherine said through clenched teeth. Grissom took one of her tense hands in his own.
"Don't worry Cath, everything will be -" He was interrupted by a violent jolt of the jet. It then began rapidly descending towards the desert below.
"This can't be good," Greg mumbled to himself.
Nick quickly pressed the intercom that connected them to the pilot. He repeatedly tried to make contact with him but got no response.
"I'm checking on the pilot," Sara quickly said before dashing through the small metal door that separated them.
Inside the small cockpit, the pilot was slumped over in his seat. Sara immediately checked him for a pulse and was horrified to find none. Figuring that he probably had a heart attack or an aneurism, she knew that trying to revive him was pointless. She then quickly scanned the controls to find any way to stop the plane's rapid descent. She had just found the controls she needed when the plane crashed violently to the ground.
