Author's Note: I haven't written csi fic for a while so apologies if people seem a little OOC (please tell me and i'll do some 'revision' (i.e. watch the dvds!) The medical condition I describe in this piece is meant to be fictional, although it may be a real condition, but in this fic it is just a combination of too many physiology lectures and inspiration from dark Blink-182 songs.
While working a 'mysterious death'-crime scene on a large boat anchored on the shore of Lake Mead.
As the storm that had been building for days descended, we all felt the boat lurch, heard the anchor scrape against the lake's floor, and the whole boat moved off out away from the shore.
The boat drifted further out into the lake. "Crap!"
The whole team turned as one to look at me curiously, I could hear their minds whirring. Why would I, Sara, be so upset about having to spend more time at work.
I thought ruefully to myself, 'If only they knew! But if I'm stuck out here, maybe they soon will...'
As if in response to my thought Catherine appeared and reported, "I can't get through on the radio, the storm is killing the signal. I think we're gonna be stuck out here all night!"
Cath looked justifiably upset, she sees so little of her daughter as it is. I tried to hide my own feelings at this news, but Greg seemed to catch something on my face as his own showed feelings of worry and confusion.
"Well there are several cabins on the lower deck that me and Nick cleared for evidence, we could double check them and then bunk down." Warrick's practical suggestion kicked my brain back into action.
"There's got to be a way to get a message to shore!"
"There isn't!" retorted Catherine.
"Maybe like a fog light?" I instantly wanted to swallow my words, I had said them with such a tone of despair and desperation that even Grissom had noticed. My heart beat quickened and I felt my blood pounding through my veins, my face flushed and as I considered leaving the room to try to regain my composure I realised that being flustered was actually a good thing with my condition!
"Sara?" The expression in Grissom's tone of voice was one I had heard numerous times before, never at evidence but always at me. Such a sound of uncertainty, and just a hint of fear.
"It's nothing, doesn't matter" I mumbled, staring at my shoes; unable to lie and meet his eyes. And yet I felt his gaze linger on me and the the silence of the room deepen, my heart beat picked up again. Maybe I could manage a half-lie, "I was just meant to pick up a prescription after work." I shrugged again to try to cancel out the slightly alarmed looks on their faces.
My advice based on this experience is simple, criminalists are naturally curious people, so if you are trying to conceal information from them, don't get stuck on a boat with them all night!
"A prescription for what?" Nick posed the question but from the array of puzzled faces before me I knew that they all wanted an answer.
'I can't tell them, can I? But if I'm really stuck here surely they're gonna find out anyway. But maybe tonight won't be a bad night, maybe I can manage until we get to shore'... and then I felt the dizziness start.
"Sara?" I'd let the silence go on too long. I needed an answer or at the very least a distraction.
And one came in the form of Catherine Willows, "If it's the contraceptive pill, I think you're safe!"
I knew she was kidding, that she was giving me a distraction and was trying to lighten the mood. I knew all of this and would've grinned at her but a sudden peak in the dizziness made it necessary to close my eyes tight.
"Cath!" Came the shout of disapproval from Warrick and Nick simultaneously and a slender hand found mine and gripped it
Once I felt steady I re-opened my eyes to see a much changed scene, Nick and Warrick stood closer to me, as if they'd moved forward and then stopped suddenly and they both wore expressions of annoyance, Greg was silently at my side holding my hand, Grissom was staring intently at the floor and Cath was managing to look both guilty and worried at the same time.
I finally found my voice, "Cath. Guys. It's okay, I know she was only kidding." I looked across at Grissom, he had raised his slightly, just enough for me to see that he was still blushing. This sight brought a grin to my face.
Then everything went dark.