Apparently, September 16th wasn't a popular night for criminals in Vegas
because the team of CSIs had yet to be called out to a crime scene. All
this did was to give them time to fuel their worry for Nick. It was three
and a half hours into shift and no one had heard from him despite several
attempts to reach him on both his home phone and his cell phone.
Sara, Warrick, and Catherine were sitting in the break room trying to catch up on paperwork until they got a call to go out to a crime scene. The trio had alternately tried to call Nick. It occurred to Sara the third time she tried to call him, that the reason Nick hadn't answered his cell phone was most likely because it was still on her bedroom floor under her robe. If she wasn't so worried about him, the thought would have brought a smile to her face.
Grissom walked into the break room and looked at the trio over the rim of his glasses, "Anyone heard from Nick yet?"
They all shook their heads.
"I called Brass, he's got some uniforms out looking for him." Grissom concluded.
"Good." Warrick stated, "It's not like Nick to not call."
Sara was silent, her thoughts were lost in worry about Nick. Where the hell could he have gone after he'd left her apartment? He was supposed to go home and change his clothes and come right in. It should have only take him twenty minutes at most. Sara knew something was wrong. She looked up at the other three, "Did anyone call the hospitals?"
Catherine raised an eyebrow, "Sara, I'm sure Nick's fine. He probably overslept and turned his ringer off or something."
"No, Cath, I talked to him earlier on his cell phone and he said he was getting ready for work." Warrick recalled trying to figure out where his friend could be.
"Brass will call us if he hears anything." Grissom stated.
A tear slipped down Sara's cheek. She tried to brush it away without anyone noticing. They all did.
Catherine had a look of concern on her face, "Sara, are you ok?"
Another tear followed the first, and another, until they were streaming down Sara's face. "Something's happened to Nick. He should be here by now."
Catherine reached out and touched Sara's arm, she glanced at Warrick and Grissom with a curious expression, "Sara, I'm sure he's fine."
Grissom's cell phone rang. "Grissom. You did. Ok, Jim, where? What happened?" A few moments of silence ensued. "We'll be right there." He ended the call and glanced at the other CSIs who's eyes were fixed on him. He had a serious expression on his face, "Nick's at Desert Palm Hospital, he's been in a car accident."
Sara, Warrick, and Catherine were sitting in the break room trying to catch up on paperwork until they got a call to go out to a crime scene. The trio had alternately tried to call Nick. It occurred to Sara the third time she tried to call him, that the reason Nick hadn't answered his cell phone was most likely because it was still on her bedroom floor under her robe. If she wasn't so worried about him, the thought would have brought a smile to her face.
Grissom walked into the break room and looked at the trio over the rim of his glasses, "Anyone heard from Nick yet?"
They all shook their heads.
"I called Brass, he's got some uniforms out looking for him." Grissom concluded.
"Good." Warrick stated, "It's not like Nick to not call."
Sara was silent, her thoughts were lost in worry about Nick. Where the hell could he have gone after he'd left her apartment? He was supposed to go home and change his clothes and come right in. It should have only take him twenty minutes at most. Sara knew something was wrong. She looked up at the other three, "Did anyone call the hospitals?"
Catherine raised an eyebrow, "Sara, I'm sure Nick's fine. He probably overslept and turned his ringer off or something."
"No, Cath, I talked to him earlier on his cell phone and he said he was getting ready for work." Warrick recalled trying to figure out where his friend could be.
"Brass will call us if he hears anything." Grissom stated.
A tear slipped down Sara's cheek. She tried to brush it away without anyone noticing. They all did.
Catherine had a look of concern on her face, "Sara, are you ok?"
Another tear followed the first, and another, until they were streaming down Sara's face. "Something's happened to Nick. He should be here by now."
Catherine reached out and touched Sara's arm, she glanced at Warrick and Grissom with a curious expression, "Sara, I'm sure he's fine."
Grissom's cell phone rang. "Grissom. You did. Ok, Jim, where? What happened?" A few moments of silence ensued. "We'll be right there." He ended the call and glanced at the other CSIs who's eyes were fixed on him. He had a serious expression on his face, "Nick's at Desert Palm Hospital, he's been in a car accident."