Chapter 2
He paced the hallways of the white walls several times before she started to become dizzy and unnerved. "Nicky please stop, I'm gonna be sick."
He stopped pacing and sat down next to her. "Sorry Cath, I'm just worried."
"I know, me too."
"Cath it's been a week, shouldn't at least one of them be awake?" He leaned forwards placing his head in his hands with a loud sigh.
She placed rubbed his back comfortingly. "It was a bad crash Nicky, give them time."
"We don't even know if they'll live Cath, I." He trailed off when he realised the severity of the situation even more than when he was first told about the accident.
She knew what he was going to say and understood completely. "I don't know what I'd do without them either."
The hospital was busy with activity from both patients and personnel so when night feel it was a relief for the two CSI's that waited to be let back into see Grissom and Sara. The whole day they had under gone tests and checks to determine the extent of their injuries. The whole week had been hectic, both were in surgery several times for their legs, chests, and head injuries, not to mention the mass of internal bleeding they'd sustained waiting to be rescued. The entire rescue took hours. The truck had to be moved to get to the Tahoe, it was well crushed beneath it and the cliff wall did a good job on the engine and everything connected to it, including both Grissom and Sara's legs. The last time they both spoke and were conscious was the short and very brief conversation with Catherine, where Grissom passed out and shortly after Sara joined him.
The night sky of Las Vegas drowned the hospital with moonlight and glistening stars. They shared a room because both had the same injuries and was requested by the rest of the team. The doctors treating them had no objection, as it would be much easier to keep a close eye on their conditions and help in their treatments.
Back in the waiting room he still sat with his head in his hands as he spoke. "Has Warrick been to see them yet?"
"Yeah a few times. I should get back and let him get some rest." She stood and pulled on her light jacket.
"I'll come with you. The doctor's got our numbers so, maybe I can get some sleep in the break room before shift starts." He walked beside her as they headed towards the exit.
"Nicky, It's your day off, go home and I'll see you tomorrow night." She opened the car door and climbed in.
He stood by her window and nodded. "Ok, tell Warrick I said hi and if either of you need my help call me."
"We will, go home." The car pulled out of the car park and she drove off. He didn't head towards his Tahoe until she was well out of site. He did plan on going home, but he decided to go to Sara's and water her plants and feed her fish and cat. She had asked a few times if he could feed the demanding crowd at her apartment when she was working a double and he had done so many times he now had his own key.
He walked into her living room and sat down on the couch. The first thing that greeted him was Sara's ginger cat. "Hey buster." The cat circled his lap a few times before settling and purred away as he stroked his soft fur. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with the heavy but fluffy animal making soothing contented sounds that filled the room.
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The lab was not so quiet. She entered DNA and saw Greg sat listening to his music blaring as he worked. She could tell he wasn't his normal cheery self, because he'd normally be wearing a plastic glove on his head and a strangely painted cover mask, but now his was working efficiently to the loud music. She didn't turn it off just down, which he swivelled in his chair at.
"Hey Catherine, sorry bout that just needed to hear something other than the droll silence."
She patted his shoulder and looked at what he was doing before she entered. "Whatcha doin?"
He looked back at his desk and sighed. "I was finally given the drivers blood."
"The truck driver that hit Grissom and Sara's Tahoe?" He nodded. "I thought we had it."
He shook his head and continued to lay out a slide and apply some of the blood and also place a sample bottle in the machine. "Ecklie decided he wanted it doing now, I'm not sure why, but it's like he doesn't want The driver found and tried for what he did."
A confused look crossed her face. "He hasn't found him yet? I thought he had."
"Nope, that's weird isn't it. I'm no CSI, but I'd send the blood found in the truck cab straight to DNA, me, for testing, wouldn't you?"
He looked back at her and moved aside for her to have a look the microscope. She nodded and turned as the machine beeped spitting out a result sheet. "I would have, yes, but this is Ecklie Greg." She picked up the results without thinking and shook her head at the findings. "Alcohol level was sky high."
She passed the results to him and sighed. "I won't tell Ecklie you've seen the results, technically your not aloud to touch the evidence, but hey I didn't see anything." He grinned and headed towards Ecklie's office.
He paced the hallways of the white walls several times before she started to become dizzy and unnerved. "Nicky please stop, I'm gonna be sick."
He stopped pacing and sat down next to her. "Sorry Cath, I'm just worried."
"I know, me too."
"Cath it's been a week, shouldn't at least one of them be awake?" He leaned forwards placing his head in his hands with a loud sigh.
She placed rubbed his back comfortingly. "It was a bad crash Nicky, give them time."
"We don't even know if they'll live Cath, I." He trailed off when he realised the severity of the situation even more than when he was first told about the accident.
She knew what he was going to say and understood completely. "I don't know what I'd do without them either."
The hospital was busy with activity from both patients and personnel so when night feel it was a relief for the two CSI's that waited to be let back into see Grissom and Sara. The whole day they had under gone tests and checks to determine the extent of their injuries. The whole week had been hectic, both were in surgery several times for their legs, chests, and head injuries, not to mention the mass of internal bleeding they'd sustained waiting to be rescued. The entire rescue took hours. The truck had to be moved to get to the Tahoe, it was well crushed beneath it and the cliff wall did a good job on the engine and everything connected to it, including both Grissom and Sara's legs. The last time they both spoke and were conscious was the short and very brief conversation with Catherine, where Grissom passed out and shortly after Sara joined him.
The night sky of Las Vegas drowned the hospital with moonlight and glistening stars. They shared a room because both had the same injuries and was requested by the rest of the team. The doctors treating them had no objection, as it would be much easier to keep a close eye on their conditions and help in their treatments.
Back in the waiting room he still sat with his head in his hands as he spoke. "Has Warrick been to see them yet?"
"Yeah a few times. I should get back and let him get some rest." She stood and pulled on her light jacket.
"I'll come with you. The doctor's got our numbers so, maybe I can get some sleep in the break room before shift starts." He walked beside her as they headed towards the exit.
"Nicky, It's your day off, go home and I'll see you tomorrow night." She opened the car door and climbed in.
He stood by her window and nodded. "Ok, tell Warrick I said hi and if either of you need my help call me."
"We will, go home." The car pulled out of the car park and she drove off. He didn't head towards his Tahoe until she was well out of site. He did plan on going home, but he decided to go to Sara's and water her plants and feed her fish and cat. She had asked a few times if he could feed the demanding crowd at her apartment when she was working a double and he had done so many times he now had his own key.
He walked into her living room and sat down on the couch. The first thing that greeted him was Sara's ginger cat. "Hey buster." The cat circled his lap a few times before settling and purred away as he stroked his soft fur. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with the heavy but fluffy animal making soothing contented sounds that filled the room.
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The lab was not so quiet. She entered DNA and saw Greg sat listening to his music blaring as he worked. She could tell he wasn't his normal cheery self, because he'd normally be wearing a plastic glove on his head and a strangely painted cover mask, but now his was working efficiently to the loud music. She didn't turn it off just down, which he swivelled in his chair at.
"Hey Catherine, sorry bout that just needed to hear something other than the droll silence."
She patted his shoulder and looked at what he was doing before she entered. "Whatcha doin?"
He looked back at his desk and sighed. "I was finally given the drivers blood."
"The truck driver that hit Grissom and Sara's Tahoe?" He nodded. "I thought we had it."
He shook his head and continued to lay out a slide and apply some of the blood and also place a sample bottle in the machine. "Ecklie decided he wanted it doing now, I'm not sure why, but it's like he doesn't want The driver found and tried for what he did."
A confused look crossed her face. "He hasn't found him yet? I thought he had."
"Nope, that's weird isn't it. I'm no CSI, but I'd send the blood found in the truck cab straight to DNA, me, for testing, wouldn't you?"
He looked back at her and moved aside for her to have a look the microscope. She nodded and turned as the machine beeped spitting out a result sheet. "I would have, yes, but this is Ecklie Greg." She picked up the results without thinking and shook her head at the findings. "Alcohol level was sky high."
She passed the results to him and sighed. "I won't tell Ecklie you've seen the results, technically your not aloud to touch the evidence, but hey I didn't see anything." He grinned and headed towards Ecklie's office.