Title: In Search of Sara, My Friend
Author: Nicksfriend
Rating:
Spoilers: Good-bye and Good Luck
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me...that is for sure.
Author's note:This is my fourth CSI fic. I have written In God's Hands(in Progress)Contaminate (Finished) and
Where did he go and What happened post Stalker
I love the character of Nick Stokes and have always been frustrated that he gets the least amount of air time,except maybe Gregg. I love the dynamics of the characters. And I love the science.
This story has been written before by better writers, why Sara never said good-bye to her best friend Nick and why he never mentions her name. Warrick, Grissom and Catherine have all mentioned her leaving but I can not remember Nick saying a word,I find it sad. I also love Nick as a Hero,in a world where heroes are rare, WE have Nick Stokes.
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"The emergency room doctor had a code yellow, outside disaster, a multiple victim robbery. He had been told seven casualties and eight plus gunshot wounds coming to their ER. He readied his team, surgery on stand-by.
The first victim, a head trauma,rolled in through the doors. "Trauma room four!" He called out as he saw the gaping wound to the side of the head, the uniform noted, he was an officer.
The second and third victims were mere grazes of bullets,they were placed in regular rooms, they would probably just need stitches and antibiotics.
A fourth victim rolled in, a chest wound,the doctor opened up the make shift bandage and called surgery, "I am sending a patient to you now. He has a chest wound, possible pneumothorax. He needs surgery now." The team acknowledged the call and readied for their patient.
The ER doctor knew he had four more victims that would be routed to his ER and he stood at the door awaiting their arrival. His teams knew the drill, save all clothing for the CSI team, do not wash the patients, until evidence is gathered and all John Does would need fingerprints to establish identity. His team had been drilled,he just hoped that they got it all right amidst all of this chaos.
The fifth victim was one of the shooters, he was brought in the ambulance with handcuffs but the doctor saw that they were probably not necessary when he saw the multiple wounds to the face,chest and torso."Send this one to trauma room two,get surgery to come and look at his wounds and check his donor card,he might be using it" He directed his staff.
The sixth victim was a mere graze and he sent him to a regular room. The seventh also just a flesh wound that needed stitches.
The eighth victim was a possible femoral wound, heavy bleeding. He would take this patient,surgery had already been notified.
The victim was rolled into the ER, the paramedic shouting out numbers and giving details of how he did on the ambulance ride over, the patient was unconscious and unable to assist with a medical history or allergies.
The doctor looked at the wound and ordered his team to roll him over, no exit wound, "The bullet is still in there doing damage, I need surgery notified now!" He immediately placed a central line into the patients chest after the clothing was cut off.
The trauma team went to work immediately, cutting off the rest of their patient's clothing and removing his shoes with each item placed in a collection bag for the police. They then started inserting catheters and hooking up cardiac leads and placing oxygen on their patient.
"I need a trauma panel and let's change his fluids to lactated ringers wide open. I also need a chest x-ray and an xray of his right leg. He noted the heavy bleeding and grabbed a sterile pack from the table and a pair of hemostats. He cut the wound open, fixed the hemostats to hold it open enough to fit his finger into and held pressure,"He needs three units of blood in now ,type O,put it on the rapid transfuser and get surgery ready, I am bringing him now!"
The blood was already hanging when they pushed his gurney out the door to surgery,xrays already taken and going back to radiology to be read,lab work already being processed.
"He has no identification in his clothing?" The ER doctor asked on the elevator, looking down at the thirty something year old man.
"We found nothing, I will list him as a John Doe for now." His nurse was filling out his form for surgery, checking for jewelry she noted his watch and a brown bracelet,a medical alert bracelet, "He has had an anaphylactic reaction before to red ants, also allergic to penicillins."
"Make sure you list both, it might be useful later for identification." The doctor instructed seeing that his patient was not doing so good at the present.
The door to the surgical area opened and the surgical team took the patient and started prepping his leg for surgery, the read xrays were brought into the surgical suite, the surgeon could see that it had missed any bone but the bullet had nicked the femoral artery.
The anesthesiologist inserted a new needle into the patient's arm, the central line being used for blood and essential fluids. The patient then was given medication and intubated, his leg was draped, the surgical team then went to work to save the man's life.
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CSI CRIME LAB
San Francisco
The director knew he had his hands full, the day shift lab personnel had been called back in to help process all the evidence that was coming through the lab, someone would have to go the hospital to collect the evidence there.
The television in the lounge was giving details of the shooting and how so many had died at the scene. It was bad.
The director of the lab looked up to see that the day shift supervisor had arrived,"Sara, can you handle the victims at the hospital? I need to get another team to the store, it is a huge crime scene."
"As long as I don't have to stare at dead bodies, I am fine." Her voice letting him know that she was none to pleased to be having to come back in to work.
"Thanks." The director attempted to say but she had already closed the door to her office.
Sara had taken the job as lab supervisor only, she had seen enough death in her life and she was already getting the feeling that if they could put her out in the field again they would but she knew that she would not be able to do that and even thought about taking a teaching position that hse had been offered at Harvard,and work on her doctorate.
She rubbed at her eyes and stood, she would take her lab tech George. He was the best at collecting evidence but he did like to flirt with the girls,he reminded her of her friend Nick, that is probably why she loved to take him with her, he made her smile and giggle sometimes. She really missed Nick a lot and George was like a great band-aid for that pain, they were so much alike.
She walked out into the lab and announced "George, lets roll to the hospital." He almost tripped getting up from his station,the excitement of going out into the field was like a great rush for him.
"I'll meet you at the car." He yelled back having to run and get his jacket.
Sara nodded and grinned, 'Just like Nick, always enthusiastic.' Then she smiled again, 'Gregg too', she thought to herself, she had been so fortunate to have had such great friends,but there were things in her life that she needed to resolve and that required her to be here for a while.
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