The Call
How I think Sara ended up in Vegas after Warrick's death
A/N: Set during S9's For Warrick. Spoilers for For Warrick. Not beta-ed. Reviews much appreciated but not necessary =]
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, all characters remain property of CBS Paramount, Jerry Bruckheimer and Alliance Atlantis. I merely borrowed them. Otherwise I would be Sara Sidle, and Grissom would be mine :D
Sara was woken from her nap by the shrill sound of her cell phone ringing out into the darkened apartment. She glanced at the clock as she swung her legs off of the couch in her hotel room. She'd been asleep for a few hours, more than she'd meant to nap for. Realizing that her cell was not showing any signs of stopping, she reached for it. She wasn't expecting a call tonight. When she flipped it open she saw she had 3 missed calls and 2 voicemail. Seeing Gil's name next to them sent sheer panic running through her. 'It has to be important for him to ring so many times.' She thought. Pressing the accept option, she put the cell to her ear.
"Gil?"
"Sara, thank God!"
"Gil, what's wrong?" she asked noting the panic in his voice.
"Sara… it's…it's…"
"Gil, you're scaring me, what is it?"
"Warrick." He choked out.
Alarm bells were ringing in Sara's head.
"Is he ok? Gil what happened?"
"Sara he's…Warrick was shot." He managed to get out.
"Shot? Oh my God Gil tell me he's alive?!" she begged.
"Sara, I'm so sorry…" he trailed off.
She could tell he was losing his composure. She took a deep breath.
"Warrick…dead?" she asked as tears made their way down her face.
"I'm sorry honey" he offered.
Hearing his voice crack was the last straw. Sara knew what she had to do. Hearing muffled voices on the line she waited for Gil to speak again.
"Uh, Sara, Brass says I've got to be interviewed. I'll call you again later."
"Interviewed? Oh God Gil were you there?"
"Yes."
Her heart broke for the man she loved.
"I'm so sorry."
"I've got to go. I'll call you later. Stay safe."
"You too."
The line disconnected. Sara went to reach for the table, only she realised that at some point during the conversation, she had sunk to the floor on her knees.
After splashing her face with cold water, Sara powered up her laptop. After getting the relevant information, she flipped open her cell and dialled.
"Hello, I'd like to get a seat on the next flight to Las Vegas."