I have to make a formal apology. The other day I was reading some
fanfiction, when I came across another story with practically the same
title as mine. The story line was also vaguely similar too. I think that
story came first, so that makes me the copier. I really didn't mean to be.
My defence is that great minds think alike.
I am therefore changing the name of my story; if anybody has any ideas, feel free to help. My sincere apologies to that other author and anybody else who might have taken offence at such blatant plagiarism.
Disclaimers - the usual, I don't own anything except for the great weather they experience.
And here you go, thanks to all my marvellous reviewers. I LOVE the reviews. DON'T STOP!
And, where we left off.
The spin carried the car to the edge of the level ground, where a steep descent marked the top of a valley. The occupants of the car held their collective breaths, as the car seemed to hesitate over the brink. Would it go over? Gravity made the final decision and the CSIs tried to brace themselves as best they could as they succumbed to the inevitable.
Warrick lost track of the number of flips past five, but suddenly the car seemed to settle on its back and continue down the slope upside down. He preyed that they would reach the bottom this way. Upside down he could handle. His pleas went unheard as the car hit a dip and once more continued its somersaults. From the corner of his eye he saw the stupid phone fly by.
So sudden that it caught them by surprise, the car stopped. The deathly silence was broken only by the incessant pattern of rain on the roof and a strange lapping noise.
"Is.is everyone all right?" asked Grissom.
Warrick evaluated himself quickly. Strangely enough, he seemed to be in one piece. Throughout most of the fall he'd been thrown against Nick, who was considerable softer than the metal door on his right.
"OK over here" he let everyone know.
"Just some cuts up here," Catherine informed them. "When the glass shattered it must have nicked me a bit. You too Gris." She wiped some blood off his forehead, but most of it had already washed away with the rain coming through broken window.
"Nick?"
"Just a bit shaken. Not too stirred." This typical Nick comment seemed to relieve some of the tension and they allowed themselves some small smiles.
"And Sara?" asked Grissom.
There was no response.
"Sara?" he asked again, more concerned.
Nick glanced to his left and saw her small crumpled form. Above her head the window sported an intricate spider web design beautifully splashed red. His mind spun with horror, considering all the possibilities. He gently pinched her arm, mindful not to move her and inadvertently cause more harm than good.
"Hunh? Why are we at the beach?" she asked groggily as she weakly slapped his arm away. She sat up straighter revealing a gash on her forehead glimmering with blood. She looked at Nick, but her eyes seemed to be having trouble focusing. He stared worriedly at her but was interrupted from his reverie with Grissom's curious question.
"Sara, what do you mean by 'beach'?"
"Grissom, it's obvious that she's disoriented. Why question her." Nick's argument was destroyed as a half-smile made its way to Sara's mouth as she replied.
"Can't you hear it? The waves make it sound like we're at a beach." She blinked a few times as her mind began to clear, ".which shouldn't, since last time I checked we were driving across the desert, a slightly wet desert, yet nevertheless a desert."
Her ramblings fell on mute ears as everyone suddenly became aware of the noise and craned their heads to stare outside. Sure enough, there was water. Lots of it.
The bottom of the valley had once been the home to a pleasant little stream that, with the help of the last few hours of rain, had overcome its banks and become a raging torrent of a river, with a current strong enough to destabilize and carry a two-story house away, if some poor idiot decided to build there. As the group members had been gathering their wits the water level had risen significantly, now lapping halfway up the side of their car. There could be no time for confusion. Grissom took charge.
"Everybody grab what you can and get OUT!"
*** Sorry about the delay with this chapter. It was supposed to be up before the summer but then there were site problems and then I went away for 2 months. More to follow.
I am therefore changing the name of my story; if anybody has any ideas, feel free to help. My sincere apologies to that other author and anybody else who might have taken offence at such blatant plagiarism.
Disclaimers - the usual, I don't own anything except for the great weather they experience.
And here you go, thanks to all my marvellous reviewers. I LOVE the reviews. DON'T STOP!
And, where we left off.
The spin carried the car to the edge of the level ground, where a steep descent marked the top of a valley. The occupants of the car held their collective breaths, as the car seemed to hesitate over the brink. Would it go over? Gravity made the final decision and the CSIs tried to brace themselves as best they could as they succumbed to the inevitable.
Warrick lost track of the number of flips past five, but suddenly the car seemed to settle on its back and continue down the slope upside down. He preyed that they would reach the bottom this way. Upside down he could handle. His pleas went unheard as the car hit a dip and once more continued its somersaults. From the corner of his eye he saw the stupid phone fly by.
So sudden that it caught them by surprise, the car stopped. The deathly silence was broken only by the incessant pattern of rain on the roof and a strange lapping noise.
"Is.is everyone all right?" asked Grissom.
Warrick evaluated himself quickly. Strangely enough, he seemed to be in one piece. Throughout most of the fall he'd been thrown against Nick, who was considerable softer than the metal door on his right.
"OK over here" he let everyone know.
"Just some cuts up here," Catherine informed them. "When the glass shattered it must have nicked me a bit. You too Gris." She wiped some blood off his forehead, but most of it had already washed away with the rain coming through broken window.
"Nick?"
"Just a bit shaken. Not too stirred." This typical Nick comment seemed to relieve some of the tension and they allowed themselves some small smiles.
"And Sara?" asked Grissom.
There was no response.
"Sara?" he asked again, more concerned.
Nick glanced to his left and saw her small crumpled form. Above her head the window sported an intricate spider web design beautifully splashed red. His mind spun with horror, considering all the possibilities. He gently pinched her arm, mindful not to move her and inadvertently cause more harm than good.
"Hunh? Why are we at the beach?" she asked groggily as she weakly slapped his arm away. She sat up straighter revealing a gash on her forehead glimmering with blood. She looked at Nick, but her eyes seemed to be having trouble focusing. He stared worriedly at her but was interrupted from his reverie with Grissom's curious question.
"Sara, what do you mean by 'beach'?"
"Grissom, it's obvious that she's disoriented. Why question her." Nick's argument was destroyed as a half-smile made its way to Sara's mouth as she replied.
"Can't you hear it? The waves make it sound like we're at a beach." She blinked a few times as her mind began to clear, ".which shouldn't, since last time I checked we were driving across the desert, a slightly wet desert, yet nevertheless a desert."
Her ramblings fell on mute ears as everyone suddenly became aware of the noise and craned their heads to stare outside. Sure enough, there was water. Lots of it.
The bottom of the valley had once been the home to a pleasant little stream that, with the help of the last few hours of rain, had overcome its banks and become a raging torrent of a river, with a current strong enough to destabilize and carry a two-story house away, if some poor idiot decided to build there. As the group members had been gathering their wits the water level had risen significantly, now lapping halfway up the side of their car. There could be no time for confusion. Grissom took charge.
"Everybody grab what you can and get OUT!"
*** Sorry about the delay with this chapter. It was supposed to be up before the summer but then there were site problems and then I went away for 2 months. More to follow.