Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters; they are the property of the creators, producers of CSI. Please don't sue me, I'm just a student.
"Find anything?" Grissom questioned.
"Yeah, prints," Nick answered.
"Can't forget the camera," Warrick added, entering the lab. He was soaking wet, it had just started pouring.
"The truck is in the garage," Nick concluded, heading towards the locker room.
"Grissom, I think you should send Nick home, he's exhausted," Warrick advised. Grissom looked at the young man.
"Is he alright?" Grissom questioned.
"Yeah, but I think he just needs some rest. I know that all of us do, but him more than any of us.
Grissom stood there, pondering his next move.
"Send him to my office when you see him," he finally said. Warrick nodded and followed Nick to the locker room.
He pulled off his wet shirt, goose bumps on his back. It was cold. His muscles ached; it has been a long day. He was physically exhausted, but his mind raced, wondering where Sara was. 'Please let her be alright. She's been through so much; Hank (that jerk) she deserves better. His thoughts were interrupted by Warrick's voice.
"Grissom wants you in his office."
Nick only nodded, but wondered what could happen next.
"Nicky, take the rest of the night off," Grissom ordered. He looked up at Nick.
"But-"
"You look tired; I think you should head home. Rest. Even for just a couple of hours," Grissom explained. He scanned through the file in front of him.
"You can't do this, Sara's out there," Nick protested. 'My Sara," he said inside. 'Your Sara?' He questioned his words, words that had taken residence in his subconscious.
Grissom didn't move, his eyes studying the pages of the file. "Go home Nick, I'll call you when I need you," Grissom called out behind the file.
'But-' he silenced his mind. Nick was too tired, and worried to protest. 'Home it is.'
He walked down the half-empty halls of the lab, passing Greg and Catherine on the way. They looked at him, his face as full of fury. He stormed out to the parking lot and unlocked the Tahoe. He hopped in and sat in the silent darkness.
He sat for several moments, drops of water landing on the upholstery. The rain had gotten worse with the exploding sounds of thunder and lightning in the distance.
Finally, he started the engine, and exited the parking garage. The drive home was painful, it was long and endless. Sara's house appeared several times, drawing him to it. Once, he had parked the Tahoe across the street, but not once did he get out of the truck. He only looked into the dark house, waiting for someone to turn on a light, hoping that maybe Sara was home. Even the glow of the TV would have satisfied his curiosity. But nothing happened.
It was only several hours later that he finally reached his apartment. He exited his car, and walked up to his apartment. He opened the door and dropped his bag on the ground. His answering machine's light was flashing, '3 messages.' He scoffed.
"Hi Nicky, it's mom. Please call me back, I have some news."
"Hi Nick, where have you been? I had great watching the game, maybe you'd want to come over sometime," Traci's voice recorded.
"Nick, it's Catherine, I know that you must be upset about Sara's disappearance, but stay strong. I'm gonna call you when we find anything. But get some sleep."
He gripped the bottle of water, damn straight he was upset. Sara's gone. His head throbbed, 'maybe I do need to sleep," he thought.
He sat in bed, a sheet over half his body, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts were running rampant, and his head didn't rest. 'My Sara?' He questioned the thoughts he had in Grissom's office.
'My Sara? She wasn't mine. I mean, she's Sara, but she wasn't mine. She's kind and loving and giving to boot. Her smiles were always multi-dimensional and complex. Her quirks were pretty cute-'Nick blinked. 'Oh my God,' he breathed. He sat up,
"I'm in love with Sara," he smiled at the idea. 'Was I really?'
A/N-I'm really sorry about the repeated text, my copy and paste talents need to be tuned. I've re-posted that chapter, so if you got confused the first time, just read it over again (fingers crossed) I hope it worked. If you're still reading my little project, I hope that you're enjoying yourself. After reading some of the reviews, I know that some people have some questions. like:
1-question: how come nick and traci were supposed to have dinner with sara and mark if they weren't on a double date?
answer: lesson learned, i should have included that in the conversation in chapter 1. the dinner arrangement was just an aside. as in, it was suppose to be something that was arranged, but wasn't explored in the text. sorry for the mix up, but i'll try to be more careful. as for why are they having dinner if they're not on a double date, well, it's really not an official double date. if it was fully explored, it would have been a dinner on the fly, type thing.
thanx for pointing out my mistakes, i really appreciate it. i hope that you continue reading, and reviewing. thank you sooo much!
Note: if this is really moving to slow for people just tell me, and i'd add some fuel to the fire. speed it up a little bit. it's going a little slow because i just want to establish their emotions, and personalities first.
but i have one question for some1 who reviewed. who do you think is the woman? (just wondering)
- oceanwave
"Find anything?" Grissom questioned.
"Yeah, prints," Nick answered.
"Can't forget the camera," Warrick added, entering the lab. He was soaking wet, it had just started pouring.
"The truck is in the garage," Nick concluded, heading towards the locker room.
"Grissom, I think you should send Nick home, he's exhausted," Warrick advised. Grissom looked at the young man.
"Is he alright?" Grissom questioned.
"Yeah, but I think he just needs some rest. I know that all of us do, but him more than any of us.
Grissom stood there, pondering his next move.
"Send him to my office when you see him," he finally said. Warrick nodded and followed Nick to the locker room.
He pulled off his wet shirt, goose bumps on his back. It was cold. His muscles ached; it has been a long day. He was physically exhausted, but his mind raced, wondering where Sara was. 'Please let her be alright. She's been through so much; Hank (that jerk) she deserves better. His thoughts were interrupted by Warrick's voice.
"Grissom wants you in his office."
Nick only nodded, but wondered what could happen next.
"Nicky, take the rest of the night off," Grissom ordered. He looked up at Nick.
"But-"
"You look tired; I think you should head home. Rest. Even for just a couple of hours," Grissom explained. He scanned through the file in front of him.
"You can't do this, Sara's out there," Nick protested. 'My Sara," he said inside. 'Your Sara?' He questioned his words, words that had taken residence in his subconscious.
Grissom didn't move, his eyes studying the pages of the file. "Go home Nick, I'll call you when I need you," Grissom called out behind the file.
'But-' he silenced his mind. Nick was too tired, and worried to protest. 'Home it is.'
He walked down the half-empty halls of the lab, passing Greg and Catherine on the way. They looked at him, his face as full of fury. He stormed out to the parking lot and unlocked the Tahoe. He hopped in and sat in the silent darkness.
He sat for several moments, drops of water landing on the upholstery. The rain had gotten worse with the exploding sounds of thunder and lightning in the distance.
Finally, he started the engine, and exited the parking garage. The drive home was painful, it was long and endless. Sara's house appeared several times, drawing him to it. Once, he had parked the Tahoe across the street, but not once did he get out of the truck. He only looked into the dark house, waiting for someone to turn on a light, hoping that maybe Sara was home. Even the glow of the TV would have satisfied his curiosity. But nothing happened.
It was only several hours later that he finally reached his apartment. He exited his car, and walked up to his apartment. He opened the door and dropped his bag on the ground. His answering machine's light was flashing, '3 messages.' He scoffed.
"Hi Nicky, it's mom. Please call me back, I have some news."
"Hi Nick, where have you been? I had great watching the game, maybe you'd want to come over sometime," Traci's voice recorded.
"Nick, it's Catherine, I know that you must be upset about Sara's disappearance, but stay strong. I'm gonna call you when we find anything. But get some sleep."
He gripped the bottle of water, damn straight he was upset. Sara's gone. His head throbbed, 'maybe I do need to sleep," he thought.
He sat in bed, a sheet over half his body, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts were running rampant, and his head didn't rest. 'My Sara?' He questioned the thoughts he had in Grissom's office.
'My Sara? She wasn't mine. I mean, she's Sara, but she wasn't mine. She's kind and loving and giving to boot. Her smiles were always multi-dimensional and complex. Her quirks were pretty cute-'Nick blinked. 'Oh my God,' he breathed. He sat up,
"I'm in love with Sara," he smiled at the idea. 'Was I really?'
A/N-I'm really sorry about the repeated text, my copy and paste talents need to be tuned. I've re-posted that chapter, so if you got confused the first time, just read it over again (fingers crossed) I hope it worked. If you're still reading my little project, I hope that you're enjoying yourself. After reading some of the reviews, I know that some people have some questions. like:
1-question: how come nick and traci were supposed to have dinner with sara and mark if they weren't on a double date?
answer: lesson learned, i should have included that in the conversation in chapter 1. the dinner arrangement was just an aside. as in, it was suppose to be something that was arranged, but wasn't explored in the text. sorry for the mix up, but i'll try to be more careful. as for why are they having dinner if they're not on a double date, well, it's really not an official double date. if it was fully explored, it would have been a dinner on the fly, type thing.
thanx for pointing out my mistakes, i really appreciate it. i hope that you continue reading, and reviewing. thank you sooo much!
Note: if this is really moving to slow for people just tell me, and i'd add some fuel to the fire. speed it up a little bit. it's going a little slow because i just want to establish their emotions, and personalities first.
but i have one question for some1 who reviewed. who do you think is the woman? (just wondering)
- oceanwave