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Morbid Drama Queen 10
This is my 3rd CSI. Again, if features mainly Sarah Sidle.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own CSI, any of its characters, etc. I wish I did, but it's solely the property of that one guy and his company. All I can say is that I love Jerry for producing this and POTC.
CLAIMER: I do, however own Dania Airlines, my own little company you might see throughout my future fan fictions, the story idea, the story its self, minus the characters.
Enjoy and review.
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Sarah peered out the tiny square window. It was sunny out and she could just barely make out the cotton clouds from the angle of the plane. Somehow, the fluffy white blurs made her mood rise and she felt a bit better.
While two weeks in a spa in Monterey Bay did relax the intense CSI a bit, her feelings on the subject of why she left hadn't swayed in the least. No amount of mud baths and exfoliating masks could do that. She did, however, feel a little guilty for leaving in such a mess of drama. Not that he hasn't done the same to me before with just as much theatrics.
Leaving did make the situation seem easier to handle. Sarah just needed to get her priorities straightened. They had always been Work, Victims, Social life, in that order. She argued with her therapist the "Social Life" was something for her, as "work" and "victims" were virtually under the same category. Martha, the PhD, had explained that Sarah herself had told Martha that she was "only attempting "Social Life" at someone else's urging, not for her self", at a previous session. Well, now she had them straighter.
The fat woman beside her slurped her Coke. This ride was the earliest she could book. 6:12 am, 2 hour flight from San Francisco to Vegas. She wanted to get home after shift had ended so she could have one more day of avoiding him, also to unpack and nab a few hours of sleep before starting life back up again.
The flight attendant's professional voice woke her up from the daydream of Greg receiving the souvenir she had bought him in Monterey.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it appears that we are losing cabin pressure. Please, do not panic. In another few moments the masks will come down. Place them tightly around your mouth and nose, and then help and children near you attach theirs on also. Breath deep breathes. This is not a drill. Any lack of cooperation from passengers may result in there death. Flight Attendants, please begin making rounds to ensure passengers are wearing masks correctly."
Sarah waited a few moments for her mask to pop down. The fat woman beside her was freaking out, and her husband across the aisle was doing his best to calm her, with little affect. The cabin was quickly losing pressure; she could feel the air thinning with her lungs and heart protesting. When the yellow mask finally did Sarah reached for it, started to place the elastic band around her face, and then saw the woman beside her wasn't putting in on right. She reached over and tapped the woman and proceeded to help her tighten the elastic around her head.
She returned to her own mask but before she could place the yellow plastic on her face she began to get sleepy. Her eyelids drooped, and her breathing slowed. Try as the CSI might, she was going under. She fought, but with the lack of air and energy there was no way she could put that mask on. She slipped under.
Sarah Sidle was unconscious over 1000 feet up, in an unpressurized airplane cabin, loosing
oxygen quickly and no one noticed.
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This is of extreme suckage.
But if you like it, let me know. Review!
Please.
Chapter 2 will be better I promise. This is chapter 1, and chapter ones by me are known for their horribleness.
MDQ
