Sara woke with a start about ½ an hour later. She was cold and damp and
freezing. It was only 10:30 so she still had another 8 and ½ hours until
the sun came up. She thought that it was stupid of her not to keep a
blanket it her car. It was one of the coldest Januarys ever in Las Vegas.
She pulled her jacket up around her neck and yanked her ice-cold hands up
into the sleeves. 'God, it's cold.' She thought.
~!*!~
"Hey, Warrick? Has Sara come in yet?"
"No, why. Don't tell me you lost her."
"Yes. I did." Catherine said, his voice spilling with sarcasm. "Of course I didn't. She had a bit of evidence, and I don't really picture her as the type that would run back to, lets say San Francisco to keep her new murderer boyfriend under wraps by taking all the evidence that holds him at the scene, do you?"
"Not really." Warrick replied.
"Didn't think so. So she's not in yet?"
"Nope."
~!*!~
"Sitting in the front seat of a broken down car while it's pouring out- almost snowing, cold, no food, no means of transportation, no nothing. Just throw in a stoned, insane, jail-escapee, murderer, looking for revenge of the person that put the evidence against him, and you got my life story-an instant best seller." Sara said to herself. "I can see it 100 years from now, in the book store with one of the autistic guy's relative looking at it realising its pages are fake. Great." It was even colder now. Freezing temperature actually. "Crap. Snow." Sara said quietly.
~!*!~
"Ok. Now 'm starting to get worried. She left before us; we got here first. She has a faster car than us; we got here first. She has evidence; we don't." Nick started. "Should I continue?"
"No. I think I get it. Go complain to Grissom, he's the only one that could do anything." Greg said. "Anyway. I'm just the quirky lab technician that is like the third cousin in the big lab family."
"Yeah. I'm going to go 'Complain to Grissom' as you call it. See you later, Greg."
"Ok." ~!*!~
Oh ya. Before I forget. Sorry CSIaddict. No romance at all. AND sorry G/S fans, but its disgusting. He's old, and fogeyish, and old, did I mention fogeyish? Peace out.
~!*!~
"Hey, Warrick? Has Sara come in yet?"
"No, why. Don't tell me you lost her."
"Yes. I did." Catherine said, his voice spilling with sarcasm. "Of course I didn't. She had a bit of evidence, and I don't really picture her as the type that would run back to, lets say San Francisco to keep her new murderer boyfriend under wraps by taking all the evidence that holds him at the scene, do you?"
"Not really." Warrick replied.
"Didn't think so. So she's not in yet?"
"Nope."
~!*!~
"Sitting in the front seat of a broken down car while it's pouring out- almost snowing, cold, no food, no means of transportation, no nothing. Just throw in a stoned, insane, jail-escapee, murderer, looking for revenge of the person that put the evidence against him, and you got my life story-an instant best seller." Sara said to herself. "I can see it 100 years from now, in the book store with one of the autistic guy's relative looking at it realising its pages are fake. Great." It was even colder now. Freezing temperature actually. "Crap. Snow." Sara said quietly.
~!*!~
"Ok. Now 'm starting to get worried. She left before us; we got here first. She has a faster car than us; we got here first. She has evidence; we don't." Nick started. "Should I continue?"
"No. I think I get it. Go complain to Grissom, he's the only one that could do anything." Greg said. "Anyway. I'm just the quirky lab technician that is like the third cousin in the big lab family."
"Yeah. I'm going to go 'Complain to Grissom' as you call it. See you later, Greg."
"Ok." ~!*!~
Oh ya. Before I forget. Sorry CSIaddict. No romance at all. AND sorry G/S fans, but its disgusting. He's old, and fogeyish, and old, did I mention fogeyish? Peace out.