1 Every Once in Awhile…
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these people, or the Tahoe.
A/N: This is my first ever FanFic, so tell me how I do, ok?
"Change the station Gris!" Sarah almost screamed. "This crap makes me feel sick."
"You're so annoying," Grissom said as he switched off the radio in the car. "Is this our turn?" Grissom looked at Sara for the response to his question. "Sara! Do we turn here or what?"
"Oh sorry Gris, headache." Sara checked the map in her hand. "Yup. The vic is two miles from here." Sarah rubbed her temples.
"Long night huh? Sorry for making you pull a double shift." Grissom put the car in park and leaned against his seat. "We're here," Grissom announced.
"Do we know anything yet?" Sara asked.
"Not yet. Brass just told us to get out ass' down here ASAP." Grissom headed towards Brass.
"Figures," sighed Sara. She reached to the seat behind her and grabbed her kit for the investigation. She opened the door, jumped out and started walking over to Brass and Grissom. She met Catherine and Nick there too.
"You're not looking too good Sara," Catherine pointed out.
"Just tired and a minor headache. I've been pulling doubles this whole week." Sara looked down. "Nothing a little Advil can't cure!"
"Well, our victim is probably feeling a little worse than you. His, or her, perpetrator must have really loved him… or her, I'm guessing from the shape our Vic is in. Well… I hope that you had a light lunch." Brass grimaced and walked away. The four of them walked towards the body laying ten feet away.
"My God!" Catherine gasped. She put her hand over her mouth and turned away.
"Hey, you OK Sara?" Nick asked her. She had turned deathly pale at the sight of the victim's body in front of them. The person's organs, intestines, and all other interior body parts were not located outside of the body. Something Sara had only seen once before, and had fainted at the sight.
"Oh God, I think I'm gonna be sick." Sarah quickly turned and sprinted away. She leaned onto the Tahoe, and held her stomach. Catherine came over to her.
"You gonna be ok Sara?" Catherine asked her. As if on cue, Sara's body lurched foreword while she threw up. Catherine gently rubbed her back and soothed her like she did when Lindsay got sick. "Shhh… it's ok," Catherine whispered. Sara leaned her back against the Tahoe, and slid down to the ground. Catherine got some water out of the car and handed it to Sara.
"Thanks," Sara managed a weak smile.
"No problem." Catherine told her. I don't think Grissom should have made her pull a double. Has he not noticed all her over time from just this week alone? Catherine asked herself. She was recalling all the days that Sara went home, close to or on time. I don't think she's been getting enough sleep. She thought again. "What made you get so queasy over the body? It's never happened before," Catherine pointed out.
"I don't know. I… I dealt with one like this before, and that time I fainted. So, I really don't know. Plus, I didn't exactly have a 'light lunch'," Sara tried to joke. Catherine gave her the "and-what-else" look. "And I think I may be coming down with the flu. I've had the symptoms all week." Sara finished. Crap, I've said too much already.
"I thought so. And, it worried me because today you came in 3 minutes late." Why didn't she ask for a day off? I'm sure Grissom wouldn't mind sparing her a single day of rest. Catherine sighed.
"Haha, very funny." Sara let out a sarcastic laugh. "Thanks, for… uh, taking care of me. I usually end up caring for myself."
"It's my job. Plus, I'm used to it with Lindsay and all. Shoot, Gris is coming over. Gotta run." Catherine jumped up and ran off.
"Feeling better Sara?" Grissom asked the brunette who was sitting on the ground. It's just not like her to get like this. I wonder if she's sick? She could have asked for a day off. Grissom cursed to himself for not noticing the obvious symptoms of the flu.
"Yeah, I'm better, now. Just a bit tired." A bit tired times twenty, she though. She cursed to herself for not asking for the night off. Grissom gave her his hand and helped her up. "Thanks," she told him.
"Ok, why don't you scan the perimeter with Catherine." Grissom told Sara.
"Yeah, let all us men deal with the body!" Nick snorted at his joke. Sara glared at him.
"Very funny," she replied. "And yes sir!" She told Grissom. She walked over to Catherine and looked over her shoulder. Catherine was holding something. "Wacha got?" Sara looked at the object.
"Possible murder weapon. Nice big kitchen knife." Catherine placed the knife in an evidence bag. "Man it's hot out here," Catherine exclaimed. She looked over to a shivering Sara. Sara pulled her sweater up around her shoulders.
"You really think so?" Sara asked. God, I feel like crap. I want to go home!
"My God Sara, how long have you been in this condition? You still look terrible." I swear if Grissom didn't let her take a night off, I'll strangle him. She looks like death.
"I-I don't k-know," Sara shivered. Home… there's no place like HOME!
"Go and sit in the car, I can finish up here. I'm sure that Nick or Gris or I will be done soon." Catherine shooed her off. Sara walked great fully over to the car.
"Hey, is anyone planning on heading home soon?" Catherine asked looking over to Sara lying in the back of the Tahoe. "Because I think Sara needs to go home."
"I can take her back," Nick offered. "I was just about to head out anyways. All we need to do is wait for the coroner." Nick got up.
"Make sure you take her home after dropping the evidence off. Don't let her stubbornness stop you!" Grissom warned Nick.
"Yes Sir!" Nick saluted Grissom. Catherine snorted. One day you'll know Gris! Nick thought. He walked over to the Tahoe and got in. "How you doing Sara?" Nick asked her. "I think you should go see a doctor," Nick suggested. Sara just moaned. God, that can't be a good sign, Nick grimaced. "Here," he handed her an empty evidence bag. Sara threw up into it. Well, at least Grissom can't kill us for screwing up the car.
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"God, I'm gonna die," Sara moaned while leaning over one of the toilets. I'm too young to die. Nick was standing behind her. Even though it was the ladies bathroom, he thought he should be there for his friend. Sara's condition hadn't exactly improved since the crime scene, and he wanted to make sure she'd be ok.
"Shh…" Nick soothed. He rubbed Sara's back. I hope she'll be ok. Man, I hate to see her in such a terrible condition. Nick stayed with her until she got up. She went over to the sink and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. She started to shake as sobs took over her body.
"Shh, it's ok, shh…" Nick embraced her small body in his muscular arms.
"It's not ok, I feel like shit. I just threw up everything I've ever eaten, I'm dizzy as hell spins around me, and my head is going to explode like a watermelon dropped off of a building. Damn!" Sara ran back into a stall and threw up yet again. Just stop! The voice inside her head screamed. She came out with a tear-streaked face. She walked over to where Nick was standing. He suddenly gagged her with a bandana. Only it was now she noticed it wasn't Nick.
A/N: Ten reviews will get you the next chapter. If I can type it up that fast… (I have it all written down in a note book, and I'm just starting to type it up)
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these people, or the Tahoe.
A/N: This is my first ever FanFic, so tell me how I do, ok?
"Change the station Gris!" Sarah almost screamed. "This crap makes me feel sick."
"You're so annoying," Grissom said as he switched off the radio in the car. "Is this our turn?" Grissom looked at Sara for the response to his question. "Sara! Do we turn here or what?"
"Oh sorry Gris, headache." Sara checked the map in her hand. "Yup. The vic is two miles from here." Sarah rubbed her temples.
"Long night huh? Sorry for making you pull a double shift." Grissom put the car in park and leaned against his seat. "We're here," Grissom announced.
"Do we know anything yet?" Sara asked.
"Not yet. Brass just told us to get out ass' down here ASAP." Grissom headed towards Brass.
"Figures," sighed Sara. She reached to the seat behind her and grabbed her kit for the investigation. She opened the door, jumped out and started walking over to Brass and Grissom. She met Catherine and Nick there too.
"You're not looking too good Sara," Catherine pointed out.
"Just tired and a minor headache. I've been pulling doubles this whole week." Sara looked down. "Nothing a little Advil can't cure!"
"Well, our victim is probably feeling a little worse than you. His, or her, perpetrator must have really loved him… or her, I'm guessing from the shape our Vic is in. Well… I hope that you had a light lunch." Brass grimaced and walked away. The four of them walked towards the body laying ten feet away.
"My God!" Catherine gasped. She put her hand over her mouth and turned away.
"Hey, you OK Sara?" Nick asked her. She had turned deathly pale at the sight of the victim's body in front of them. The person's organs, intestines, and all other interior body parts were not located outside of the body. Something Sara had only seen once before, and had fainted at the sight.
"Oh God, I think I'm gonna be sick." Sarah quickly turned and sprinted away. She leaned onto the Tahoe, and held her stomach. Catherine came over to her.
"You gonna be ok Sara?" Catherine asked her. As if on cue, Sara's body lurched foreword while she threw up. Catherine gently rubbed her back and soothed her like she did when Lindsay got sick. "Shhh… it's ok," Catherine whispered. Sara leaned her back against the Tahoe, and slid down to the ground. Catherine got some water out of the car and handed it to Sara.
"Thanks," Sara managed a weak smile.
"No problem." Catherine told her. I don't think Grissom should have made her pull a double. Has he not noticed all her over time from just this week alone? Catherine asked herself. She was recalling all the days that Sara went home, close to or on time. I don't think she's been getting enough sleep. She thought again. "What made you get so queasy over the body? It's never happened before," Catherine pointed out.
"I don't know. I… I dealt with one like this before, and that time I fainted. So, I really don't know. Plus, I didn't exactly have a 'light lunch'," Sara tried to joke. Catherine gave her the "and-what-else" look. "And I think I may be coming down with the flu. I've had the symptoms all week." Sara finished. Crap, I've said too much already.
"I thought so. And, it worried me because today you came in 3 minutes late." Why didn't she ask for a day off? I'm sure Grissom wouldn't mind sparing her a single day of rest. Catherine sighed.
"Haha, very funny." Sara let out a sarcastic laugh. "Thanks, for… uh, taking care of me. I usually end up caring for myself."
"It's my job. Plus, I'm used to it with Lindsay and all. Shoot, Gris is coming over. Gotta run." Catherine jumped up and ran off.
"Feeling better Sara?" Grissom asked the brunette who was sitting on the ground. It's just not like her to get like this. I wonder if she's sick? She could have asked for a day off. Grissom cursed to himself for not noticing the obvious symptoms of the flu.
"Yeah, I'm better, now. Just a bit tired." A bit tired times twenty, she though. She cursed to herself for not asking for the night off. Grissom gave her his hand and helped her up. "Thanks," she told him.
"Ok, why don't you scan the perimeter with Catherine." Grissom told Sara.
"Yeah, let all us men deal with the body!" Nick snorted at his joke. Sara glared at him.
"Very funny," she replied. "And yes sir!" She told Grissom. She walked over to Catherine and looked over her shoulder. Catherine was holding something. "Wacha got?" Sara looked at the object.
"Possible murder weapon. Nice big kitchen knife." Catherine placed the knife in an evidence bag. "Man it's hot out here," Catherine exclaimed. She looked over to a shivering Sara. Sara pulled her sweater up around her shoulders.
"You really think so?" Sara asked. God, I feel like crap. I want to go home!
"My God Sara, how long have you been in this condition? You still look terrible." I swear if Grissom didn't let her take a night off, I'll strangle him. She looks like death.
"I-I don't k-know," Sara shivered. Home… there's no place like HOME!
"Go and sit in the car, I can finish up here. I'm sure that Nick or Gris or I will be done soon." Catherine shooed her off. Sara walked great fully over to the car.
"Hey, is anyone planning on heading home soon?" Catherine asked looking over to Sara lying in the back of the Tahoe. "Because I think Sara needs to go home."
"I can take her back," Nick offered. "I was just about to head out anyways. All we need to do is wait for the coroner." Nick got up.
"Make sure you take her home after dropping the evidence off. Don't let her stubbornness stop you!" Grissom warned Nick.
"Yes Sir!" Nick saluted Grissom. Catherine snorted. One day you'll know Gris! Nick thought. He walked over to the Tahoe and got in. "How you doing Sara?" Nick asked her. "I think you should go see a doctor," Nick suggested. Sara just moaned. God, that can't be a good sign, Nick grimaced. "Here," he handed her an empty evidence bag. Sara threw up into it. Well, at least Grissom can't kill us for screwing up the car.
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"God, I'm gonna die," Sara moaned while leaning over one of the toilets. I'm too young to die. Nick was standing behind her. Even though it was the ladies bathroom, he thought he should be there for his friend. Sara's condition hadn't exactly improved since the crime scene, and he wanted to make sure she'd be ok.
"Shh…" Nick soothed. He rubbed Sara's back. I hope she'll be ok. Man, I hate to see her in such a terrible condition. Nick stayed with her until she got up. She went over to the sink and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. She started to shake as sobs took over her body.
"Shh, it's ok, shh…" Nick embraced her small body in his muscular arms.
"It's not ok, I feel like shit. I just threw up everything I've ever eaten, I'm dizzy as hell spins around me, and my head is going to explode like a watermelon dropped off of a building. Damn!" Sara ran back into a stall and threw up yet again. Just stop! The voice inside her head screamed. She came out with a tear-streaked face. She walked over to where Nick was standing. He suddenly gagged her with a bandana. Only it was now she noticed it wasn't Nick.
A/N: Ten reviews will get you the next chapter. If I can type it up that fast… (I have it all written down in a note book, and I'm just starting to type it up)