Just as a warning it's my first fanfic and I hope it lives up to the great
standard of stories I've read so far. All feedback would be greatly
appreciated.
It was a chaotic evening in the Las Vegas CSI offices. The building was buzzing with activity and at first no one noticed that the resident workaholic hadn't arrived for work. Grissom had been way too busy to call a staff meeting so everyone just carried on with the tasks that they had from the previous shift.
An hour and a half passed and a bad feeling was surrounding the graveyard shift workers. Sara hadn't turned up for work and she was never late. Numerous calls to her house and cell phone went unanswered and her pager was switched off which in itself was a weird occurrence for Sara Sidle.
The team began to get increasingly worried and by 10 o'clock something had to be done. As Grissom rounded the corner on the way to his office he literally ran into the exact person he wanted to see.
"Hey Nick, I heard you finished the case from last night?"
"Yeah that's right. I'm just off to go see Greg to see if he's finished with Sara's results from the Danvers case.'
"She still hasn't turned up?"
"No, she's not answering her phone either."
Grissom rubbed his temple with his fingers trying to make his pulsating headache go away but with the enormous pile of paperwork he could just about see on his desk he decided it probably wasn't worth it.
"Couldn't do us all a favour could you Nick?"
"I'll pop right round after I've got the Danvers case results and see what's going on."
"Thanks Nick,"
"Gris, She'll be fine, she's probably just ill. You know her she's prone to colds."
"It's just we've got a lot of work."
"Gris we all see the way you look at her give it up man," Nick interrupted on his southern drawl.
"Just give us a bell when you know what's wrong ok?"
"Sure will,"
To tell the truth Nick was just as worried as Grissom. Not that he liked Sara the way that Grissom did but Sara was like his little sister and his best friend. He hated seeing her unhappy or ill.
By 10.45pm exactly Nick had pulled up outside Sara's house. It was small and friendly looking and even blanketed in darkness you could see how well kept it was. Due to Sara's neat freak tendencies he thought to himself. As he sauntered up to the front door and rang the doorbell he realised there were no lights on in the house. The first bell went unheeded and so he kept ringing with more persistence with each press.
After a couple of minutes, he decided to try the door handle, just in case. Now this was incredibly strange Sara NEVER left her door open. Swiftly reaching for his gun he made his way slowly into the house. He knew something was wrong, very wrong but he had to check Sara was ok.
Stepping carefully around and sticking close to the walls there was just enough moonlight coming in through the windows for him to guide himself around his friend's house. He'd never been to Sara's house before but he knew something didn't feel quite right. He saw no signs of disturbances in the silvery moonlight and slowly he found his way to the stairs.
Climbing quickly but carefully he eventually found his way onto the landing. Only one door was open and he realised that was probably Sara's. He heard quiet sobs and he immediately realised who they belonged to. Replacing his gun into the back of his jeans, his hand fumbled across the wall trying to find a light switch. Finally he found it and flicked the switch triumphantly.
He scanned the room slowly until finally his eye caught a glimpse of something hiding next to the huge cupboard. He reached for his gun again suddenly unsure if it was Sara or somebody else. Taking a deep breath he moved closer to the object and Tightening the grip on his gun he rounded the corner of the cupboard. What he saw didn't shock him or scare him. It made him feel sick. There lying on the floor was.
If you'd like me to continue please review. All feedback welcome, good and bad. Thank you for taking time to read my first chapter hope you enjoyed it.
It was a chaotic evening in the Las Vegas CSI offices. The building was buzzing with activity and at first no one noticed that the resident workaholic hadn't arrived for work. Grissom had been way too busy to call a staff meeting so everyone just carried on with the tasks that they had from the previous shift.
An hour and a half passed and a bad feeling was surrounding the graveyard shift workers. Sara hadn't turned up for work and she was never late. Numerous calls to her house and cell phone went unanswered and her pager was switched off which in itself was a weird occurrence for Sara Sidle.
The team began to get increasingly worried and by 10 o'clock something had to be done. As Grissom rounded the corner on the way to his office he literally ran into the exact person he wanted to see.
"Hey Nick, I heard you finished the case from last night?"
"Yeah that's right. I'm just off to go see Greg to see if he's finished with Sara's results from the Danvers case.'
"She still hasn't turned up?"
"No, she's not answering her phone either."
Grissom rubbed his temple with his fingers trying to make his pulsating headache go away but with the enormous pile of paperwork he could just about see on his desk he decided it probably wasn't worth it.
"Couldn't do us all a favour could you Nick?"
"I'll pop right round after I've got the Danvers case results and see what's going on."
"Thanks Nick,"
"Gris, She'll be fine, she's probably just ill. You know her she's prone to colds."
"It's just we've got a lot of work."
"Gris we all see the way you look at her give it up man," Nick interrupted on his southern drawl.
"Just give us a bell when you know what's wrong ok?"
"Sure will,"
To tell the truth Nick was just as worried as Grissom. Not that he liked Sara the way that Grissom did but Sara was like his little sister and his best friend. He hated seeing her unhappy or ill.
By 10.45pm exactly Nick had pulled up outside Sara's house. It was small and friendly looking and even blanketed in darkness you could see how well kept it was. Due to Sara's neat freak tendencies he thought to himself. As he sauntered up to the front door and rang the doorbell he realised there were no lights on in the house. The first bell went unheeded and so he kept ringing with more persistence with each press.
After a couple of minutes, he decided to try the door handle, just in case. Now this was incredibly strange Sara NEVER left her door open. Swiftly reaching for his gun he made his way slowly into the house. He knew something was wrong, very wrong but he had to check Sara was ok.
Stepping carefully around and sticking close to the walls there was just enough moonlight coming in through the windows for him to guide himself around his friend's house. He'd never been to Sara's house before but he knew something didn't feel quite right. He saw no signs of disturbances in the silvery moonlight and slowly he found his way to the stairs.
Climbing quickly but carefully he eventually found his way onto the landing. Only one door was open and he realised that was probably Sara's. He heard quiet sobs and he immediately realised who they belonged to. Replacing his gun into the back of his jeans, his hand fumbled across the wall trying to find a light switch. Finally he found it and flicked the switch triumphantly.
He scanned the room slowly until finally his eye caught a glimpse of something hiding next to the huge cupboard. He reached for his gun again suddenly unsure if it was Sara or somebody else. Taking a deep breath he moved closer to the object and Tightening the grip on his gun he rounded the corner of the cupboard. What he saw didn't shock him or scare him. It made him feel sick. There lying on the floor was.
If you'd like me to continue please review. All feedback welcome, good and bad. Thank you for taking time to read my first chapter hope you enjoyed it.