This is just a little thing from Sara's POV that popped into my mind. It's what Sara might have been thinking when she was rescued from the desert by the gang. Enjoy, and please remember to review!
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The first indication to me that I wasn't dead was the sensation of cold water being splashed all over my hot body. It felt amazing, and yet it didn't convince me completely that I wasn't dying. It had to be heaven. Then I heard a familiar voice, but I couldn't respond. I feel like I'm being pulled in a thousand directions, but there's only one I want to take. And I don't have the strength to go in that direction.
Suddenly I'm being lifted up. This is it. I'm dead, and Grissom's going to blame himself. God, I don't want him to. This wasn't his fault, or Nick or Warrick's, or Greg or Catherine's. It wasn't anyone's fault, except Natalie's. She's the one to blame.
I'm suddenly roughly jolted, and it hurts. Wait. It... hurts. Wasn't the whole concept of death that you were dead, and couldn't feel anything? I may not believe in an afterlife, but there should at least be no more pain. The throbbing in my arm intensifies, along with the one in my head. There's only one explanation.
I can't be dead.
Suddenly the voices all around me become louder and more distinct. The voices belong to paramedics, and they're fighting as hard as they can to keep me alive. Something is over my face. I assume it's an oxygen mask, because cool, fresh air is pouring into my seared lungs.
Then there's the newest feeling. Warm, strong fingers have wrapped around mine, and strength pours through me. I'm not ready to give up yet.
Finally I find the strength to force my eyes open, and even before my vision fully clears, I realize who is sitting beside me and holding my hand.
Gil.
I blink slowly. I can see his name where it's been sewn into his jacket, and I find it somewhere to weakly squeeze his hand. Of course he's the one holding my hand. He's probably been scared out of his mind, and I squeeze his hand again, happy to see relief fill his worried eyes. It seems as though he's aged ten years since Natalie took me.
A soft smile appears on his face, and I squeeze his hand tighter as something cool and wonderful is placed on my forehead. I'm alive, I know it. But this would be my version of heaven, or afterlife. Gil. He's my everything. He's the reason I get up every morning, and the last thing I think about when I lay my head down at night.
He's had my heart in the palm of his hand from the day I saw him giving his lecture. And nine years later, it's still true. I want him, and no one else.
His lips move, and I realize he's saying my name over and over, like some kind of prayer. I squeeze his hand again as my eyes drift shut, to remind him that I'm going to be fine. I know I will now. He's here.
As I slip into the bliss of unconsciousness, he's there.
And he always will be.
The End
A/N: Like I said, just a short little thing that wouldn't leave me alone. I hope everyone enjoyed this, and please remember to review and let me know what you guys thought!