Chapter One --- The End
A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first CSI: NY fanfic, so please be nice! If you have ideas don't hesitate to tell me, and if you have anything to say please REVIEW!!!
This story is especially for my CSI: NY buds, Emma and Hazel! Luv ye girlies!
Ciara
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Don sat on the cold plastic chair, thinking to himself.
To his left, agitated parents were fussing over a kid with a broken arm. Nearby, a nurse was asking an elderly woman questions, filling in forms with a blotchy blue biro. People were rushing through the small waiting room, calling names and directions. The room was filled with sobbing and screaming and a dozen separate conversations which were mingling into one garbled stream of noise.
Don didn't notice any of it.
A nurse came to ask him if he wanted some coffee. He knew he looked up at the sound of her voice, but he didn't know if she was black or Caucasian, if she was dark or fair-haired. Not one aspect of her appearance registered with him. He couldn't tell whether he said yes or no, or if he even acknowledged her, but he figured he must have said no because when she walked away she didn't come back.
Time was irrelevant now; he could have been sitting there for minutes or hours or even days, he had no idea. All that he knew now was the painful feeling of uselessness that was smothering him, and the tingling sensation in the tips of his fingers which could be the first sign of fear. How strange. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been properly afraid. Any fear he'd ever felt was like a drop in the ocean compared to this cold tidal wave of dread.
"Flack!"
This time he recognised the voice. Lindsay was striding towards him, hair flying and tears running down her cheeks in jagged meandering rivers. Mac and Stella were close behind her, and Danny followed soon after. All of their faces were concerned, anxious.
Lindsay was putting her arms around him. Danny sat down heavily to his right. Mac and Stella were a couple of metres away, talking to a nurse. It could have been the one from before, or a completely different one. Both of them looked strained, and tears were glossing over Stella's eyes.
"If I hear anything, you'll be the first to know," the nurse was promising.
"Thank you," said Mac calmly.
And then the waiting continued. It was somehow worse with them all there. Talking in falsely positive voices and squeezing his shoulder sympathetically and asking if he needed anything as though it would somehow make things better. Their voices were letting in the terrible thoughts he'd been trying so hard to block out. He shuddered in spite of himself.
"Detectives."
He looked up at the sound of the nurses soft tone and her face said it all. Lindsay gave a squeal and buried her face in Danny's chest. Mac sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Stella murmured her thanks to the nurse, and said they would like to see the doctor. Then she crouched in front of Don's face and put her hands on his knees.
"OK sweetie, let's get you out of these clothes."
Don rubbed his fingers on his shirt and stared in amazement as they came away wet with blood. He couldn't remember anything anymore. He had no idea how he had gotten here, or why the rest of the team was watching him so carefully. All he knew now was her face.
"What happened? Why is there blood on my shirt? Where is she? Whose blood is it Stella?" He was dazed, uncertain. "Stella, what's going on?"
"Hey now, don't' panic," she soothed, running her fingers through his hair. "Let's just get you cleaned up, alright?"
"I-I need to see her first Stella."
"Are you sure? You don't look up to it Don. Maybe you should sit down for a minute, get your bearings."
"I want to see Jessica."
So there it is, the first chapter! I know it's really short, but they will get longer, this is a kind of a snapshot to get things going.
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