Title: Barely Existing
Author: Cindy Ryan
catagory: angst, Xover
pairings: Jack/Sam, Grissom/Sara
Summary: After 'Play with fire' Sara vanishes, Grissom calls in a favor
Notes: See part one. Thanks for the feedback. :)
22 hours missing
(10 pm)
Warrick Brown glanced around the casino of the Mirage. It was weird to see the place deserted except for police and the CSI unit. All employees on duty had been quarteened in the bar and were being interviewed by detectives.
The two DB's were the would be thieves. One female, blonde hair, normal build approximately twenty-five was sprawled by the roulette table.
The other a white male same age range about six foot two, shoulder length brown hair was across the room by the slot machines.
Both were clad in blue jeans and t-shirts.
The money bags were ripped open and laid between them like confetti.
They had made the fatal mistake of pointing their guns at a security officer.
The guard had shot them down before any innocent fatalities could occur.
Warrick was about to kneel back down by the male vic when he glanced over at Nick. Nick had already begun processing the female vic but as Warrick looked now something wasn't right. Warrick raced across the room and snagged Nick's right wrist just in time.
Nick angrily shook him off. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Saving your ass and this case."Warrick replied as he squatted down next to the body.
"What are you babbling about?"
Warrick raised an eyebrow as he gestured to Nick's bare hands. "Gloves, Nick. You don't have any gloves on. You were about to process the vic's shirt barehanded."
Dumbfounded Nick looked down at his hands and saw Warrick was right. He could've sworn he had grabbed a pair of latex gloves from his kit. Nick rocked back on his heels and leaned his back against the nearby wall.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"I can't believe I did that."Nick stated shaking his head. "That's a rookie mistake."
"Don't worry about it."Warrick replied softly. "We've been up for nearly thirty-six hours. It happens. I won't tell Grissom. But what were you thinking not grabbing gloves?"
Nick met his friend's gaze then looked down at the body of the young woman. "I wasn't.....I could've sworn I had grabbed the gloves out of the kit. Then I had this flash...."
Warrick frowned. "Flash of what?"
"I don't know. Nightmare, maybe."Nick replied his voice shaky and rough. "We were processing a scene but we weren't here. This body wasn't here.....instead it was Sara's......"
Warrick swallowed hard. "Don't think like that."
"I'm the last person that wants to give up on Sara."Nick stated as he looked down at the body. "But maybe...."
Warrick shook his head as he stood. "Don't start thinking like that or you'll drive yourself crazy. Sara's still got time and she needs us thinking clearly. You okay to do this?"
Nick ran a hand through his hair before he nodded. "Yeah."
"Okay."
Warrick returned to the male robber. He wasn't judging Nick for reacting to the crime scene the way he did. They were all going through hell. Some hide it better than others.
For Warrick he was trying very hard to cling to the slim hope that they'd have Sara back among them soon.
Because if they lost Sara this way it'd destroy the team. And for Warrick that was a possibility he didn't want to live with.
************
Catherine returned to the lab her footsteps heavy. She had left Grissom in his office. She had made an attempt to get him to go home and get some rest but he had flatly refused.
As Catherine passed the breakroom she did a doubletake. She poked her head in the small room to find Greg curled up on the sofa sound asleep. His injured hands cradled against his chest.
Catherine knew Greg didn't blame her for his injuries but she still felt guilty. She walked over to a closet on the left side of the breakroom and pulled out a gray blanket.
Catherine walked over to the sofa and unfolded the blanket and gently covered the young man with it. Just as she turned away Greg's eyes opened and he looked at her sleepily.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Any news on Sara?"Greg asked worriedly.
Catherine shook her head sadly. "No, nothing."
"What time is it?"
"Almost ten thirty."Catherine replied as she walked toward the doorway. "Get some rest. I'll wake you if there's any news."
"Thanks."Greg acknowledged and he could already feel his eyelids grow heavy.
"You're welcome."Catherine replied softly. She stood in the doorway for a moment longer before she turned and stepped out into the hallway.
********
Warrick came to stand next to Nick his cell phone in hand. "I gotta head back in."
Nick frowned at the grim expression on his friend's face. "What's going on?"
"I don't know."Warrick replied. "Feds want to talk to me again."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "They say why?"
Warrick shook his head as he started to walk away. "They're Feds, they never say why. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Author: Cindy Ryan
catagory: angst, Xover
pairings: Jack/Sam, Grissom/Sara
Summary: After 'Play with fire' Sara vanishes, Grissom calls in a favor
Notes: See part one. Thanks for the feedback. :)
22 hours missing
(10 pm)
Warrick Brown glanced around the casino of the Mirage. It was weird to see the place deserted except for police and the CSI unit. All employees on duty had been quarteened in the bar and were being interviewed by detectives.
The two DB's were the would be thieves. One female, blonde hair, normal build approximately twenty-five was sprawled by the roulette table.
The other a white male same age range about six foot two, shoulder length brown hair was across the room by the slot machines.
Both were clad in blue jeans and t-shirts.
The money bags were ripped open and laid between them like confetti.
They had made the fatal mistake of pointing their guns at a security officer.
The guard had shot them down before any innocent fatalities could occur.
Warrick was about to kneel back down by the male vic when he glanced over at Nick. Nick had already begun processing the female vic but as Warrick looked now something wasn't right. Warrick raced across the room and snagged Nick's right wrist just in time.
Nick angrily shook him off. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Saving your ass and this case."Warrick replied as he squatted down next to the body.
"What are you babbling about?"
Warrick raised an eyebrow as he gestured to Nick's bare hands. "Gloves, Nick. You don't have any gloves on. You were about to process the vic's shirt barehanded."
Dumbfounded Nick looked down at his hands and saw Warrick was right. He could've sworn he had grabbed a pair of latex gloves from his kit. Nick rocked back on his heels and leaned his back against the nearby wall.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"I can't believe I did that."Nick stated shaking his head. "That's a rookie mistake."
"Don't worry about it."Warrick replied softly. "We've been up for nearly thirty-six hours. It happens. I won't tell Grissom. But what were you thinking not grabbing gloves?"
Nick met his friend's gaze then looked down at the body of the young woman. "I wasn't.....I could've sworn I had grabbed the gloves out of the kit. Then I had this flash...."
Warrick frowned. "Flash of what?"
"I don't know. Nightmare, maybe."Nick replied his voice shaky and rough. "We were processing a scene but we weren't here. This body wasn't here.....instead it was Sara's......"
Warrick swallowed hard. "Don't think like that."
"I'm the last person that wants to give up on Sara."Nick stated as he looked down at the body. "But maybe...."
Warrick shook his head as he stood. "Don't start thinking like that or you'll drive yourself crazy. Sara's still got time and she needs us thinking clearly. You okay to do this?"
Nick ran a hand through his hair before he nodded. "Yeah."
"Okay."
Warrick returned to the male robber. He wasn't judging Nick for reacting to the crime scene the way he did. They were all going through hell. Some hide it better than others.
For Warrick he was trying very hard to cling to the slim hope that they'd have Sara back among them soon.
Because if they lost Sara this way it'd destroy the team. And for Warrick that was a possibility he didn't want to live with.
************
Catherine returned to the lab her footsteps heavy. She had left Grissom in his office. She had made an attempt to get him to go home and get some rest but he had flatly refused.
As Catherine passed the breakroom she did a doubletake. She poked her head in the small room to find Greg curled up on the sofa sound asleep. His injured hands cradled against his chest.
Catherine knew Greg didn't blame her for his injuries but she still felt guilty. She walked over to a closet on the left side of the breakroom and pulled out a gray blanket.
Catherine walked over to the sofa and unfolded the blanket and gently covered the young man with it. Just as she turned away Greg's eyes opened and he looked at her sleepily.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Any news on Sara?"Greg asked worriedly.
Catherine shook her head sadly. "No, nothing."
"What time is it?"
"Almost ten thirty."Catherine replied as she walked toward the doorway. "Get some rest. I'll wake you if there's any news."
"Thanks."Greg acknowledged and he could already feel his eyelids grow heavy.
"You're welcome."Catherine replied softly. She stood in the doorway for a moment longer before she turned and stepped out into the hallway.
********
Warrick came to stand next to Nick his cell phone in hand. "I gotta head back in."
Nick frowned at the grim expression on his friend's face. "What's going on?"
"I don't know."Warrick replied. "Feds want to talk to me again."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "They say why?"
Warrick shook his head as he started to walk away. "They're Feds, they never say why. I'll be back as soon as I can."