A/N: Hey, this is my first fanfic. Be nice and tell me what you think :D It's snickers.
Grumbling incoherently, Sara Sidle marched into the lab and straight into the locker room without even a second glance at anyone who passed her. She was 10 minutes late, and to put it lightly, she was in a bad mood. She had overslept, she'd run out of coffee because she hadn't been shopping in weeks, and to put on cherry on top of an already crappy day, she had gotten her period, along with terrible cramps. She'd already been running late when she realized she had only one tampon left, and she hadn't had time to stop and buy some more. So yes, Sara Sidle was in a terrible mood.
Throwing her things into her locker, she made her way to the break room, where all her co-workers still sat. They stared at her as she entered.
"You're late," her supervisor, Gil Grissom stated as she sat down next to Greg Sanders in a vacant chair. She shot him a glare and he raised his eyebrows. "You know I'm going to have to record this."
"I don't care," she said angrily, and Greg placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Calm down," he told her, and she quieted down. Grissom glanced at her again before continuing.
"Nick, Sara, you've got a DB about an hour south of Henderson." Handing the slip to Nick Stokes, he nodded his head. "Head off now, you've got a bit of a drive."
Standing up, Sara marched out of the room followed by Nick.
"I'll meet you by the Tahoe," he told her as they went their separate ways to collect their kits. She slipped on her CSI vest and picked up her kit and went outside to the car.
"I'm driving," he told her as he approached, the keys dangling from the fingers of his free hand. Throwing her kit into the back seat, she climbed into the passenger side. Nick climbed in a minute later and with that they were on their way.
"So, why were you late?" Nick questioned once they had left the labs parking lot. She didn't answer, and starred out the window. Her abdomen was searing with pain, and she wished she had taken some Ibuprofen to numb it.
"Sara?" He asked again, glancing quickly in her direction.
"I just was," she snapped. She wasn't in the mood for interrogation.
Silence filled the car, and as they made their way past Henderson, she caught site of an all night gas station with a small convenience store. She desperately needed tampons, and the cramps were starting to slowly kill her.
"Nick, stop at that gas station," she told him quickly. He shook his head.
"We're already late," he told her. "Maybe on the way back."
They were drawing closer, and she started to get angry.
"Please Nick, I need you to stop," she pleaded. He glanced at her again, a look of concern plastered on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I've got a headache, I need to pick up some Ibuprofen," she lied. He smiled.
"I've got some in my kit," he said, "You can lean back and grab some. I've got some water in there as well."
She got more frustrated, and the pain in her stomach tripled. "Nick, just stop the damn car!" she cried out. She could see him getting more frustrated as well.
"Sara, I've got some Ibuprofen in my kit. We don't need to stop! It's your fault we are running late as it is," he told her shortly as they passed past the gas station. She started to feel hysterical and she cried out in a flurry of hormones and discomfort.
"I need tampons!" she admitted angrily. "So unless you have some in your kit, turn back NOW!"
His mouth formed an "O" and he slowed the car down, and started to turn around. His face was a light shade of red from embarrassment, and as he pulled up in front of the gas station store, he let out an apology.
"I'm sorry, Sara," he said softly. She ignored him, still fuming, and marched inside and bought what she needed. She also made a trip to the toilets in the gas station, and when she finally returned to the car, she opened Nick's kit and took some painkillers. Hopping into the passengers' side again, she closed the door and Nick started the car again. An uncomfortable silence filled the car.
"Sar, I'm really sorry," he said again. As well as feeling embarrassed, he also felt extremely guilty for practically forcing her to tell him why she needed to stop. He should have just stopped at the gas station as soon as she had asked him to, instead of continuing to drive to the crime scene, causing her to have a meltdown.
He glanced at Sara again as they left Henderson and starting driving on the somewhat deserted road. Her head was resting against the passengers' side window, and one of her hands was folded over her abdomen. Having grown up with a handful of sisters, Nick knew all too well of the pain of a woman's monthly visitor. By the way his sisters complained, it was obviously not pleasant, and Nick's guilt intensified for causing the brunette more unpleasantness.
Sara let out an involuntary whimper as another round of pain shot through her abdomen. She hadn't had cramps this bad since she was a teenager. It was the sort of time when she should have been at home with a hot water bottle on her stomach reading a good book, not driving out into middle of no where to inspect a dead body. She guessed the added stress of work lately had caused the unusual cramps that now had her clutching her stomach in pain.
Nick looked over at her as she let out a small whimper of pain, and he clutched the steering wheel tightly. He hated seeing people in pain, especially the people he cared about. Sara was obviously in a lot of pain, but seeing what had just happened earlier, he wasn't sure if talking to her would be a wise option or not.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked nervously. He didn't want to upset her more, but he wanted to make sure that if there was something he could do to help her, he could do it, just in case. She looked at him, and slowly shook her head.
He glanced at the road ahead, and for 15 minutes neither of them spoke. The intense pain in Sara's abdomen had dulled slightly, but still wasn't what anyone would call comfortable. Her other hand was folded over her eyes as a headache seeped its way into her head. She let out an angry sigh, and Nick glanced at her again, his face etched with concern.
"You should be at home," he said gently. "It's not fair that you should work when you're in so much pain."
The bad mood Sara still harbored inside of her broke free, and she lashed out at Nick, even though she knew he was only trying to help.
"You know what's unfair?" she snarled. "It's unfair that women go through so much pain every month, and men don't!"
Nick let out a sigh. "I know it's unfair, Sar."
His gentle tone and caring face killed Sara's bad mood, and released her emotions. To her surprise and horror, tears fell from her eyes, and she tried to wipe them away. But they were falling quickly, and she eventually gave up, cursing her hormones.
Nick looked at her in alarm.
"Don't cry," he said softly, feeling, if possible, even more guilty then he had before. "I'm sorry," he repeated, lost for words again.
He continued driving, and half an hour later they arrived at their crime scene, a small house literally in the middle of no where. Brass was already their, leaning against his car. Pulling up next to him, Nick stopped the car and looked over at Sara. She had wiped her face clean of tears, but her eyes were still swollen. Without a word to him, she hoped out of the car, grabbed her kit, and marched pass Brass without a word, and into the small abode.
Nick watched her go, his mouth slightly agape. Grabbing his kit, he walked over to Brass.
"Was it something I did?" Brass questioned, gesturing towards the house where Sara was.
"Nah," Nick said. "She's just not feeling well."
Brass nodded. "So anyway, Female DB, identified as Emily Bronze, 42. Lived alone. She's been shot."
Making his own way into the house, he found Sara inspecting the body. Emily was sitting in a chair in front of the television. She'd been shot in the chest.
Moving over to Sara, she gestured to the body.
"She was probably shot by someone she trusts," she said. "No sign of a struggle. She just looks like she was watching TV and was shot."
Nick looked from the body to Sara. She was perspiring, and she was shaking just slightly. His brow furrowed in concern as she clutched her abdomen again, her teeth gritted in pain. She was in a lot of pain, and he started to fear for her well being.
Before he could say anything, she had moved into the kitchen, calling out to Nick to process what he could off the body before the coroner arrived.
David arrived 20 minutes later, and took the body away, leaving Sara and Nick to process the house. Or what there was to process anyway. Besides the fact that Emily Bronze had been shot, there was no other evidence they could find that indicated anyone else had been in the house. Collecting what they had; a few fingerprints and a couple of hairs, Nick and Sara exited the house.
They stored the evidence in the Tahoe, and Brass secured the scene.
"I'll see you later," he told them, climbing into his car and driving off. Sara turned to Nick.
"Could I grab a couple more Ibuprofen?" she asked. Nick looked at his watch and back at her.
"Isn't it a bit too early to take anymore?" he said. He didn't want her overdosing on painkillers. Sara shot him a dark look.
"Just give me the damn pills!" She said angrily, trying to push past him. The cramps in her stomach hadn't ceased and frankly she was sick of the pain. She was also in desperate need of a bathroom, and they were still stuck in the middle of no where, and considering the circumstances, going bush wasn't an option.
Nick grabbed her shoulders gently. "Sar, I know you're feeling like shit, but I can't let you take anymore. You'll have to wait just a little while. I don't want anything to happen to you."
She pulled out of his grasp, folding her arms over her chest protectively. "Just because you think no girl can resist you, Nick, that doesn't give you the right to touch me!"
Nick opened his mouth in shock, hurt and frustration.
"Give me a break, Sara! I just want to help!"
"I don't need you're help!" She snapped, feeling her bad mood resurfacing, as well as the intense pain in her abdomen. "Can't you just leave me alone, and not make me feel worse about myself!"
She knew she was out of line, but right now she didn't care. She felt herself become dizzy, and she stumbled backwards. The pain was now uncontrollable, and she crossed both her arms across her stomach, whimpering in pain.
Nick stepped closer, but she pushed him away.
"Just leave me alone!"
And with that she turned around to walk away, but instead, collapsed to the ground, falling unconscious from the blinding pain.
Just as Nick was getting out the Ibuprofen.
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