Disclaimer: This has nothing to do with profits! I write this for fun only! I don't own them, I just use 'em.
Rating: PG to PG 13, again, not much violence… some mild language.
Description: What will Warrick find at the lab? Will Sara wake up?
Archives: Sure. Just let me know.
~~ * Unwell * ~~
Nick paced back and forth in the waiting room at the hospital. So many different emotions were running through his body that he didn't know which one to act upon. Fear for Sara's welfare, anger toward the person who did this. I can't even say the word. I just can't bring myself to do that. But most of all he just had this weird feeling inside ever since he saw Sara lying on the floor in the lab. Her face had been so pale underneath the blood and bruises that he thought at first that she had been dead. She would have died and I wouldn't have had a chance to tell her how I feel.
He heard Grissom call out his name; Catherine right behind him. "Nick!"
Turning to face them, he nodded. "Gris, Cath."
Grissom looked at Nick's shirt. "Is that…?" Grissom swallowed hard. He didn't want to say it. Though he said that word everyday, he just couldn't bring himself to do it now.
"Yeah, it's… Yeah." Nick ran a hand through his hair, and continued to pace. He looked up whenever a doctor walked past, but none of them were there to tell him some news. "I can't take this anymore! What are they doing to her? What's happening?" Sitting down heavily, he put his head in his hands. "Why won't they tell me anything?" He asked wearily.
Catherine put her hand on his back. "Why don't I try and see what's happening?" Quietly she got up and walked over to the nurse's station to try and get information. "Excuse me?" She directed her question at the nurse. "Can I have some information as to the condition of Miss Sara Sidle?"
"I'm sorry only family can have that information." The nurse responded as if on autopilot.
Catherine narrowed her eyes. She didn't want to have to do it this way. Pulling out her I.D., she flashed it in front of the nurse's face. "There. Now you know that we don't need to be family to find out what her condition is. We are Crime Scene Investigators for the Las Vegas police department. Miss Sidle was attacked while working in our labs tonight. What we want to know," Catherine paused to read the nurse's nametag, "Claire, is how she is doing. That is all that we ask." Clipping her I.D. onto her jeans' pocket, she waited. Catherine could see the nurse contemplating her answer.
"She's stable, and she's going to make it. As for any other injuries, I haven't received any kind of news."
Catherine smiled and nodded her head. "Thank you." Walking back toward Nick and Grissom, she quipped, "sometimes you have to throw your weight around, but it gets the job done." Sighing, she relayed the news. "Quote: She is stable, and she's going to make it. As for any other injuries, I haven't received any kind of news. End Quote."
Nick rubbed his eyes. "At least it's something."
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Warrick was carefully swabbing and dissecting every possible clue that was in the lab.
"Warrick? Man, where are you?" Greg's voice came from the hallway.
Standing up, he pushed through the doors carefully. "In here. It's kinda messy." He looked up at Greg and couldn't help but laugh. "What are supposed to be?"
Greg was standing there in a diaper, with a banner draped across his chest. "The New Year's Baby." He scowled at Warrick, who was laughing uncontrollably.
"Thanks man, I needed a laugh."
"Haha, very funny." Greg said as he walked down the hall. "I'm going to change and then you can fill me in."
~~~5 minutes later~~~~
Greg walked in wearing jeans and one of his standard interesting shirts. "So what happened?"
"Sara was working on our Jane Doe, and was attacked by someone who then took the body. I am going to find the evidence and you are going to test it. Any questions?"
Greg nodded solemnly. "Just one."
"Go ahead."
"Who would do this to Sara?"
Warrick sighed as he continued working. "That's what I'm hoping to find out."
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The HospitalThe doctor walked up to the three waiting C.S.I's. "Are you waiting to hear about the condition about Sara Sidle?"
Nick was the first to speak. "Yes sir, we are."
The doctor sat down in a chair and faced them. "She is one lucky girl. Aside from some bruising, some minor cuts, and a sprained wrist, she's fine. She's on medication right now to help with the pain, but she is awake. She will make a full recovery."
Nick shook the doctor's hand. "Thank you so much, sir."
The doctor smiled. "You're welcome." The doctor left as quickly as he had appeared.
Nick, Catherine and Grissom looked at one another. "Nick, would you like to see her first?"
"No, you guys go ahead. I know you have to get home to Lindsay."
Catherine shook her head and held Grissom's hand tightly in her own. "Don't worry about it. You go on ahead and we'll catch up with you there."
Nick smiled. "Thanks." Turning around, he walked down the hall to the room that was holding the one person he had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity.
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Back In The Waiting RoomCatherine was sitting in a chair facing Grissom, their hands locked together. "I don't know what to think, Gris. I mean, why would he attack Sara? Why would he take the dead body?"
Gris grinned a little, a feature he usually only allowed Catherine to see. "Always on the job. And you think I'm bad…"
Cath smiled, and kissed his cheek. "Come on, let's go see Sara. Maybe she'll have some information for us." The couple stood up and walked hand in hand in the direction Nick had recently departed in.
When they entered Sara's hospital room, they saw Nick standing beside her, holding her hand tenderly. "Sar… When I saw you on the floor…" His breath caught in his throat. He didn't know if he could continue.
"Nick," Sara started softly, "don't worry about it. I'm going to be fine."
"Sara please let me finish. What I was saying is that when I saw you on the floor, I thought you were dead. You have no idea how scared I was. All I could think of was what if she doesn't wake up?"
She gripped his hand tightly. "I wasn't sure if he was going to kill me. I…" Sara put a hand to her forehead, trying to remember what had happened. "It all passed in a blur. I don't remember much of it, but I'm kind of glad that I can't."
Nick sat down in the chair beside the bed. The door creaked open loudly. "Hi Sara." Catherine and Grissom walked into the room. "How are you feeling?"
"Not too bad considering. Just really tired."
Catherine nodded. "We'll leave you to sleep." They waved their goodbyes and left Sara in Nick's care.
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Somewhere In The Middle of Nowhere.
He dragged her into the large freezer in his basement. He had waited for this moment for the longest time. She thought that she could have broken things off, but she was clearly mistaken. No one leaves him. No one. If they tried, he made sure that no one else ever had them again.
He added her body to the others he had stored in his basement. Only one more spot left in the freezer, and he knew who it belonged to already. One Sara Sidle.
He grinned as he thought about her fighting him. She had probably figured that it had angered him. If anything annoyed him. Laughing to himself, the thought of how excited he had been to have her begging him to stop, to obey him.
Oh Miss Sidle, you will be mine. You will join the other women I love. We will be together forever.
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Sara's Hospital RoomSara lay in her bed, sweat coating her body. She thrashed in the bed, nightmare's allowing her no peace.
"She's my property!" He shouted. He got up off of her, and got a firm grip of her hair. Pulling her to her feet, he relished in the look of fear and pain that crossed Sara's face. "That's the same face that my Vanessa had before I killed her."
"So where is she Sara? Where are you hiding her?"
Fear penetrated her every thought. His pulling on her hair brought her back to reality. "She's… She's… this way…" She said, pointing to the lab. I'm sorry… I have to… She felt defeated already.
He dragged her there, while she continued to get his hands off of her hair. "Where?"
"She's on the table! Now please, let me go! Please?" The last plea was a barely audible whisper.
He smiled as he approached Vanessa. His hold on Sara lessened, and she managed to wrench herself from his grasp. She ran, bolting out of the double doors faster than she ever thought she could. Her attacker whirled around and chased after her. "Hey! Get back here!"
Sara screeched as he tackled her. The air rushed out of her lungs when she felt her head connect with the hard floor.
"You are going to pay for what you did to Vanessa." He snarled.
"What I did? What about what you did to her?" Sara countered.
"I have done nothing but love her!" He cried.
"You're a liar, you know that! You killed her! You ended her life. She is no longer going to be able to follow her dreams! Get away from me!"
"NO!" Sara shouted, her eyes opening wide. "Don't touch me." A sob escaped her lips.
Nick was beside her in a flash. "Sara, honey… What happened?"
Sara gulped, her eyes still wide with fear. "Nightmare… I remember what happened." Turning her head slowly, "Nick, I recognized his voice. He knew my name."
Sitting on the bed, he pulled her to him. He could feel her body shake with fear as she sobbed. He rubbed her back slowly, calming her down. He kissed her hair, and continued rubbing her back. "Don't worry Sara. I won't let him hurt you. I promise."
"Thank you." She answered her voice trembling.
Only thing is, will he be able to keep her safe?