Title: On a Bed of Angels
Author: A. Beautiful. Disaster
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nick leaned against the door frame releasing a heavy sigh from deep with in his chest. He felt her hand gently rest on his shoulder, a warm comfort. "Please, Don't let her be dead"
Disclaimer: sadly I don't own any part of CSI.
Thank you to everyone for their glowing reviews! ^_^ Remember I love feedback. Sorry, this took a little longer then I expected. I was up to my shoulders in homework. Chapter 4 should be out no later than Friday.
*Remember this is my first CSI fic. I may / probably have the characters totally off. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --
It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. First there was nothing. Nothing but darkness. No noise. No smells. Nothing. Just darkness. Nothing but the darkness. Pain soon followed, flooding her body and reaching every last nerve. She felt as if she was just floating through the darkness with the never ending pain coursing through her veins. No that wasn't right. She could feel the roughness of a surface at her back and something smooth beneath her. Cool and rough. A stone wall perhaps? Something washed over her body, her clothes to clinging to her. Warm and soothing. Water. It was water.
She took a deep breath, and the strong smell of mold assaulted her nose. A basement. She had to be in a basement. Somewhere underground. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes. Her lashes fluttered but she couldn't raise her tired lids. Her eyes burned and were far to heavy. Open. Open. Open.
She forced her eyes to open and a dull haze clouded her vision. She blinked it away and tried to starve off the pain that attacked her from every angle. She was sure that a few ribs were broken. She swallowed loudly, clearing her patched throat and tried to rid her mouth of the heavy copper taste. Blood.
She went to bring her hand up to her mouth to wipe away the fresh blood at her lips and was surprised when her hand did not obey. Her dazed brown eyes traveled to her wrists. They were bound together crudely by duck tape. She shivered in the waist high water, she closed her eyes and prayed as she tried her feet. One. Two. Three. Her feet did not obey. Her ankles where bound identical to her wrists. She couldn't move.
Tears stung her eyes blurring her vision, causing seeing to be even more difficult than before. She tried with all her might to blink them away. She did not want to cry. Once her vision had returned to it's original dull haze, Lillian Stokes assessed her surroundings. A basement, there was no doubt in her mind. Rough stone walls closed in on her. Uneven stairs were to her right. Wooden and ancient. Everything was so old. Moss seemed to be growing on the opposite wall, crawling up and spreading out. A bare light bulb hung from the cement ceiling in the middle of the small room. It swung softly and flicked on and off occasionally, casting shadows all over the walls. She closed her eyes and hopped that the light would not burn out. Not while she was down here. It couldn't. It mustn't
The water that surrounded her was warm. It was perhaps the only clean thing in sight. Clear, clean and warm. She, nor the water couldn't have been down here for long. Warm water? Why warm water? She shifted uncomfortably and winced in pain. Bad idea. Really bad idea. Pain shot up from everywhere informing her of her mistake. She took deep breaths to try to calm the burning in her lungs. Once she blinked away the red dots that encroached on her vision she realized that the old washed-out navy blue T-shirt she had fallen asleep in was ripped in more places than she could see. Her pajama pants were rags.
How long had she'd been unconscious? An hour? Two hours? A day? There was no light besides the flicking light bulb. No windows. Nothing to tell if it was day or night. Fear tightened her chest and her heart raced. What was to happened to her? Was she ever to escape? Was she ever to see the sun light again? Was she ever to count the stars again with Uncle Nick during their trips out into the dessert?
She was torn away from her thoughts and her heart seemed like it was ripped away by the growing fear as a small beam of light appeared. Her head whipped to the stairs and she cursed herself for moving so fast. The world became a dizzy blur. No, not now. She couldn't slip back into unconsciousness now. The door at the top of the ancient stairs creaked open slowly. She squinted as the harsh light filled her eyes. Too harsh and too white for sunlight. Fluorescent maybe. A tall shadow was back lit by the lights and loomed over her. Try as she might she could not make out the man's face. A black blur. A nameless shadow. She watched in silent fear as the man's head moved to the left and then the right, looking her over from every angle.
"Who the hell are you!" She screamed at the man. Silence. She hated it. Silence was what greeted her when she called out to the creaks in her uncles home. Silence is what brought her here. Why couldn't he answer her? Say anything? Anything at all?
She broke then. Shattered like fragile glass. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, caked with dirt and dry blood. She knew it. It hit her as if she had been struck by a car. She was to die down here. Down here in the water that was slowly loosing it's warmth. Down her with the flickering light bulb. Down here in her tattered pajamas. She was going to die.
"Please," She pleaded with the shadow. "Please, say something!" She demanded, choking on a sob. Silence. Nothing but silence. She couldn't stand it. She screamed then, anger erupted in her and washed away the fear.
"Fucking answer me!" She howled at the man through gritted teeth. He didn't say a word, only reached for the door knob, shaking his head in disappointment. The door creaked as he slowly closed it, blocking out the harsh light that Lilly's eyes had adjusted to and left her in the darkness. Frustration, anger and fear all settled in the pit of her stomach and Lillian Stokes grew silent. She knew it. His actions hadn't changed her mind. She was going to die here.
Author: A. Beautiful. Disaster
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nick leaned against the door frame releasing a heavy sigh from deep with in his chest. He felt her hand gently rest on his shoulder, a warm comfort. "Please, Don't let her be dead"
Disclaimer: sadly I don't own any part of CSI.
Thank you to everyone for their glowing reviews! ^_^ Remember I love feedback. Sorry, this took a little longer then I expected. I was up to my shoulders in homework. Chapter 4 should be out no later than Friday.
*Remember this is my first CSI fic. I may / probably have the characters totally off. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --
It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. First there was nothing. Nothing but darkness. No noise. No smells. Nothing. Just darkness. Nothing but the darkness. Pain soon followed, flooding her body and reaching every last nerve. She felt as if she was just floating through the darkness with the never ending pain coursing through her veins. No that wasn't right. She could feel the roughness of a surface at her back and something smooth beneath her. Cool and rough. A stone wall perhaps? Something washed over her body, her clothes to clinging to her. Warm and soothing. Water. It was water.
She took a deep breath, and the strong smell of mold assaulted her nose. A basement. She had to be in a basement. Somewhere underground. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes. Her lashes fluttered but she couldn't raise her tired lids. Her eyes burned and were far to heavy. Open. Open. Open.
She forced her eyes to open and a dull haze clouded her vision. She blinked it away and tried to starve off the pain that attacked her from every angle. She was sure that a few ribs were broken. She swallowed loudly, clearing her patched throat and tried to rid her mouth of the heavy copper taste. Blood.
She went to bring her hand up to her mouth to wipe away the fresh blood at her lips and was surprised when her hand did not obey. Her dazed brown eyes traveled to her wrists. They were bound together crudely by duck tape. She shivered in the waist high water, she closed her eyes and prayed as she tried her feet. One. Two. Three. Her feet did not obey. Her ankles where bound identical to her wrists. She couldn't move.
Tears stung her eyes blurring her vision, causing seeing to be even more difficult than before. She tried with all her might to blink them away. She did not want to cry. Once her vision had returned to it's original dull haze, Lillian Stokes assessed her surroundings. A basement, there was no doubt in her mind. Rough stone walls closed in on her. Uneven stairs were to her right. Wooden and ancient. Everything was so old. Moss seemed to be growing on the opposite wall, crawling up and spreading out. A bare light bulb hung from the cement ceiling in the middle of the small room. It swung softly and flicked on and off occasionally, casting shadows all over the walls. She closed her eyes and hopped that the light would not burn out. Not while she was down here. It couldn't. It mustn't
The water that surrounded her was warm. It was perhaps the only clean thing in sight. Clear, clean and warm. She, nor the water couldn't have been down here for long. Warm water? Why warm water? She shifted uncomfortably and winced in pain. Bad idea. Really bad idea. Pain shot up from everywhere informing her of her mistake. She took deep breaths to try to calm the burning in her lungs. Once she blinked away the red dots that encroached on her vision she realized that the old washed-out navy blue T-shirt she had fallen asleep in was ripped in more places than she could see. Her pajama pants were rags.
How long had she'd been unconscious? An hour? Two hours? A day? There was no light besides the flicking light bulb. No windows. Nothing to tell if it was day or night. Fear tightened her chest and her heart raced. What was to happened to her? Was she ever to escape? Was she ever to see the sun light again? Was she ever to count the stars again with Uncle Nick during their trips out into the dessert?
She was torn away from her thoughts and her heart seemed like it was ripped away by the growing fear as a small beam of light appeared. Her head whipped to the stairs and she cursed herself for moving so fast. The world became a dizzy blur. No, not now. She couldn't slip back into unconsciousness now. The door at the top of the ancient stairs creaked open slowly. She squinted as the harsh light filled her eyes. Too harsh and too white for sunlight. Fluorescent maybe. A tall shadow was back lit by the lights and loomed over her. Try as she might she could not make out the man's face. A black blur. A nameless shadow. She watched in silent fear as the man's head moved to the left and then the right, looking her over from every angle.
"Who the hell are you!" She screamed at the man. Silence. She hated it. Silence was what greeted her when she called out to the creaks in her uncles home. Silence is what brought her here. Why couldn't he answer her? Say anything? Anything at all?
She broke then. Shattered like fragile glass. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, caked with dirt and dry blood. She knew it. It hit her as if she had been struck by a car. She was to die down here. Down here in the water that was slowly loosing it's warmth. Down her with the flickering light bulb. Down here in her tattered pajamas. She was going to die.
"Please," She pleaded with the shadow. "Please, say something!" She demanded, choking on a sob. Silence. Nothing but silence. She couldn't stand it. She screamed then, anger erupted in her and washed away the fear.
"Fucking answer me!" She howled at the man through gritted teeth. He didn't say a word, only reached for the door knob, shaking his head in disappointment. The door creaked as he slowly closed it, blocking out the harsh light that Lilly's eyes had adjusted to and left her in the darkness. Frustration, anger and fear all settled in the pit of her stomach and Lillian Stokes grew silent. She knew it. His actions hadn't changed her mind. She was going to die here.