Hey! It's me again! I bet you all have been wondering were I have been.
Three Words: School's a Bitch. Oh well here it is anyway!!!
PeTiTeCaT: Thanks for reviewing for me when you don't usually review!! It makes me all warm and tingly and inside. And to see if it ends up happy, you will just have to wait and see. : )
Boscolvr: It's ok if you are behind, you've caught up, and I aggress N/S rules!!
LotRseer3350: You are right, Nick is too pretty to wind up dead, but what happens, happens, right?? ; )
Csikid: I have updated, so you can keep on surviving! Thanks for the compliment!!!
An to the rest of those reviewers, keep reviewing and thanks for all of the nice stuff you said. This is for all those N/S shippers out here!! Everyday I am seeing more and more N/S stories out there on fanfiction.net.
R/r!
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Chapter 7: Limbo Land
Grissom had searched upstairs only to find no evidence at all that someone had been held there. He headed back down the stairs to see what Brass and Nick had uncovered. As he reached the bottom, he saw Brass hovering over something in the next room. He walked over.
"Anything upstairs?" Brass asked without looking up.
"No, not a thing that would suggest that she was ever up there. What do you got?"
"Proof that this guy had been watching her for a while before she went missing."
Brass handed over a small stack of photos. Grissom shuffled through them. A few of them were of her outside the lab, some more of her at crime scenes, but the most of them were of her and Nick. It sent shivers up Grissom's spine when he realized that she probably had no idea she was being watched and for three months. What scared him even more was that if she had felt someone watching her, she never told anyone about it.
"Hear anything from Nick?"
"No, nothing since we split up."
"NICK?? Are you finished in the kitchen??"
Grissom's voice reverberated off the walls only to be answered by silence. He glanced over at Brass. The stout detective shrugged back at the CSI's look. Grissom started for the kitchen hoping nothing had happened to the younger man. With guns drawn, the investigators passed through the doorway. They were met with an empty site. Nick wasn't anywhere to be seen. They saw an open door across the room.
Grissom and Brass walked to the door and saw a set of steps leading down into a dark basement.
"NICK? are you down there?"
No response came from the depths of the darkness. The men glanced at each other, both seeing worry in the other's eyes.
Not knowing what to expect, they used extreme caution when going down the creaky stairs.
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It was an experience Sara had never felt before. It was almost surreal. She felt like she was in some sort of limbo land. She was being pulled in two different directions. One, was a bright light, with warmth, were as at the moment she was freezing, or so that is what she thought. She wasn't really sure if she really was cold or if she was dreaming that she was cold. The other side was bleakness, no lights, no warmth, just a bunch of nothingness, but what kept her from being pulled away from that side was this voice.
It was comfortably familiar to her, soft, gentle, and it gave her what she needed not to pull to the light, just yet. She couldn't hear what the voice was saying, but she had this feeling that it was saying something good.
It dawned on her that this might have been the choice between life and death.
She must have lost a lot of blood for this to happen, she concluded with herself, but was it really her time t go. It was her decision.
She didn't know what to do, part of her wanted nothing more to get away from the madman and away from the coldness of the world, but then her other side was pulling away because death meant never seeing Nick again and giving him the pain and guilt that he didn't get to her on time.
She knew she had to make a decision, she just didn't know which one....
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Nick frantically worked over Sara. He let out a large sigh of relief when he had eventually found her pulse, a weak one, but it was still there. He wasn't sure at first if he would find one. He saw the blood that had pooled around her head and it looked like she was losing even more. Nick needed to stop the bleeding.
He quickly took off his jacket and held it beneath her head where she had been grazed by the bullet. Nick then started to look at the rest of her body. Taking in everything, he noticed how deathly pale her skin was. She was cold and clammy.
He noticed the dark spot on he shirt. He gently lifted it revealing her stomach. Nick gasped when he saw the large gash in her side. His mind traveled back to the lab and the contents of the package that he had gotten not that long ago. The wound was still bleeding, but not at a rate that could kill her.
Nick knew she must have lost a lot of blood. From the blood they had received back at the lab, to the gash on her side, to the gunshot graze on the back of her head. He ran his fingers through her ragged hair. He kept the jacket pressed against her head.
"Come on Sara, You can make it!! Stay with it!! I don't need to lose you again. I could never go though that another time. Please don't give up!"
Nick gently hugged her fragile body feeling the slow, nut steady beating of her heat against his chest.
"I Love You."
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He stood in the dark watching Nick take care of Sara. He heard the young man say something, but it wasn't loud enough for him to hear it. Anger was surging through his body. They weren't supposed to find her, at least not yet. This wasn't the plan. No he would have to do something that he hadn't planned. He hated improvising. He watched as Nick bent down and hugged her. That was all he could take.
He wrapped the leather strap around his hand once more and pulled it tight between his two fists. He silently walked over to his prey, making sure that he made no sound. As he neared, he watched the man rise.
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Six more steps,
Five more steps,
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He really didn't want to do this but it had to be done.
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Four more steps,
Three more steps,
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Why was he feeling so guilty?
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Two more steps,
One more step
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He had to do it. He had to do it or all of the time spent planning his revenge, all of this time he took to carefully make sure that everything went according to plan, and all of the time it took to actually get this far would be wasted. He needed his revenge, and nothing was going to stand in his way.
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In one quick motion, Jordon had the strap around his neck. He shoved Nick's head into the wall. At first, Nick didn't know what had happened but as soon as he realized what was happening, his training kicked in and he started to struggle.
The man behind him was incredibly strong, and Nick's supply of oxygen was starting to run low. He had to act fast and the massive headache from the pending concussion wasn't helping either.
Trying not to pass out, he started to move backwards towards the opposite wall. He felt his body collide with the other as they reached the next wall.
Nick took this opportunity to whack the assailant in the groin with his fist. He felt the strap around his neck loosen as the man behind him keeled over.
He spun around out of the man's grasp. Nick punched his face and his attacker's head snapped back against the wall. He saw the man slump to the floor in an unconscious heap.
His breath short and his chest heaving, Nick sunk to the floor onto his knees, the room around him spinning. He crawled over to Sara and lay next to her grasping her cold, but soft hand. With one last big breath, Nick submitted himself to the darkness.
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Thanks for reading this far. Hope you can hold out till the next update!! Pleaz read & review!! There is that little button, just hit it and say "good job" or "you suck" and you don't even have to say why!! Just click and type away!!! Sorry for the Shortie!
~Jax
PeTiTeCaT: Thanks for reviewing for me when you don't usually review!! It makes me all warm and tingly and inside. And to see if it ends up happy, you will just have to wait and see. : )
Boscolvr: It's ok if you are behind, you've caught up, and I aggress N/S rules!!
LotRseer3350: You are right, Nick is too pretty to wind up dead, but what happens, happens, right?? ; )
Csikid: I have updated, so you can keep on surviving! Thanks for the compliment!!!
An to the rest of those reviewers, keep reviewing and thanks for all of the nice stuff you said. This is for all those N/S shippers out here!! Everyday I am seeing more and more N/S stories out there on fanfiction.net.
R/r!
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Chapter 7: Limbo Land
Grissom had searched upstairs only to find no evidence at all that someone had been held there. He headed back down the stairs to see what Brass and Nick had uncovered. As he reached the bottom, he saw Brass hovering over something in the next room. He walked over.
"Anything upstairs?" Brass asked without looking up.
"No, not a thing that would suggest that she was ever up there. What do you got?"
"Proof that this guy had been watching her for a while before she went missing."
Brass handed over a small stack of photos. Grissom shuffled through them. A few of them were of her outside the lab, some more of her at crime scenes, but the most of them were of her and Nick. It sent shivers up Grissom's spine when he realized that she probably had no idea she was being watched and for three months. What scared him even more was that if she had felt someone watching her, she never told anyone about it.
"Hear anything from Nick?"
"No, nothing since we split up."
"NICK?? Are you finished in the kitchen??"
Grissom's voice reverberated off the walls only to be answered by silence. He glanced over at Brass. The stout detective shrugged back at the CSI's look. Grissom started for the kitchen hoping nothing had happened to the younger man. With guns drawn, the investigators passed through the doorway. They were met with an empty site. Nick wasn't anywhere to be seen. They saw an open door across the room.
Grissom and Brass walked to the door and saw a set of steps leading down into a dark basement.
"NICK? are you down there?"
No response came from the depths of the darkness. The men glanced at each other, both seeing worry in the other's eyes.
Not knowing what to expect, they used extreme caution when going down the creaky stairs.
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It was an experience Sara had never felt before. It was almost surreal. She felt like she was in some sort of limbo land. She was being pulled in two different directions. One, was a bright light, with warmth, were as at the moment she was freezing, or so that is what she thought. She wasn't really sure if she really was cold or if she was dreaming that she was cold. The other side was bleakness, no lights, no warmth, just a bunch of nothingness, but what kept her from being pulled away from that side was this voice.
It was comfortably familiar to her, soft, gentle, and it gave her what she needed not to pull to the light, just yet. She couldn't hear what the voice was saying, but she had this feeling that it was saying something good.
It dawned on her that this might have been the choice between life and death.
She must have lost a lot of blood for this to happen, she concluded with herself, but was it really her time t go. It was her decision.
She didn't know what to do, part of her wanted nothing more to get away from the madman and away from the coldness of the world, but then her other side was pulling away because death meant never seeing Nick again and giving him the pain and guilt that he didn't get to her on time.
She knew she had to make a decision, she just didn't know which one....
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Nick frantically worked over Sara. He let out a large sigh of relief when he had eventually found her pulse, a weak one, but it was still there. He wasn't sure at first if he would find one. He saw the blood that had pooled around her head and it looked like she was losing even more. Nick needed to stop the bleeding.
He quickly took off his jacket and held it beneath her head where she had been grazed by the bullet. Nick then started to look at the rest of her body. Taking in everything, he noticed how deathly pale her skin was. She was cold and clammy.
He noticed the dark spot on he shirt. He gently lifted it revealing her stomach. Nick gasped when he saw the large gash in her side. His mind traveled back to the lab and the contents of the package that he had gotten not that long ago. The wound was still bleeding, but not at a rate that could kill her.
Nick knew she must have lost a lot of blood. From the blood they had received back at the lab, to the gash on her side, to the gunshot graze on the back of her head. He ran his fingers through her ragged hair. He kept the jacket pressed against her head.
"Come on Sara, You can make it!! Stay with it!! I don't need to lose you again. I could never go though that another time. Please don't give up!"
Nick gently hugged her fragile body feeling the slow, nut steady beating of her heat against his chest.
"I Love You."
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He stood in the dark watching Nick take care of Sara. He heard the young man say something, but it wasn't loud enough for him to hear it. Anger was surging through his body. They weren't supposed to find her, at least not yet. This wasn't the plan. No he would have to do something that he hadn't planned. He hated improvising. He watched as Nick bent down and hugged her. That was all he could take.
He wrapped the leather strap around his hand once more and pulled it tight between his two fists. He silently walked over to his prey, making sure that he made no sound. As he neared, he watched the man rise.
***
Six more steps,
Five more steps,
***
He really didn't want to do this but it had to be done.
***
Four more steps,
Three more steps,
***
Why was he feeling so guilty?
***
Two more steps,
One more step
***
He had to do it. He had to do it or all of the time spent planning his revenge, all of this time he took to carefully make sure that everything went according to plan, and all of the time it took to actually get this far would be wasted. He needed his revenge, and nothing was going to stand in his way.
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In one quick motion, Jordon had the strap around his neck. He shoved Nick's head into the wall. At first, Nick didn't know what had happened but as soon as he realized what was happening, his training kicked in and he started to struggle.
The man behind him was incredibly strong, and Nick's supply of oxygen was starting to run low. He had to act fast and the massive headache from the pending concussion wasn't helping either.
Trying not to pass out, he started to move backwards towards the opposite wall. He felt his body collide with the other as they reached the next wall.
Nick took this opportunity to whack the assailant in the groin with his fist. He felt the strap around his neck loosen as the man behind him keeled over.
He spun around out of the man's grasp. Nick punched his face and his attacker's head snapped back against the wall. He saw the man slump to the floor in an unconscious heap.
His breath short and his chest heaving, Nick sunk to the floor onto his knees, the room around him spinning. He crawled over to Sara and lay next to her grasping her cold, but soft hand. With one last big breath, Nick submitted himself to the darkness.
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Thanks for reading this far. Hope you can hold out till the next update!! Pleaz read & review!! There is that little button, just hit it and say "good job" or "you suck" and you don't even have to say why!! Just click and type away!!! Sorry for the Shortie!
~Jax