A/N: Sorry I took so long finishing this story, but it's finally done!
Almost a year later, but it's done.
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Nick looked up ahead to see two figures struggling. He heard a scream through the pounding rain and roaring winds. It didn't rain often in Nevada, but when it did rain, it rained.
He took off at an abrupt pace and sped up when he heard the scream a second time. He heard footsteps not far behind him and turned around to see Warrick racing after him.
As he approached the scene, he saw Sara lying on the ground trying to fight off what looked to be a man, with a knife aimed at her heart.
"Get off of her!" Nick shouted and ran towards him, ready to attack.
The man looked up and grinned before plunging the knife straight into her chest. She screamed in pain and then went limp.
"No!" Nick shouted, stopping dead in his tracks.
Blake laughed evilly, and slowly rose to his feet. He raised his knife and walked leisurely towards him. Nick drew his gun from its holster. His hands shaking he aimed the automatic at Blake. He waited until he was two feet in front of him and fired.
The shot was deafening. Nick hit him dead center in the chest and he fell backwards. Blood starting oozing out of the gaping hole that now inhabited his chest.
Nick stood there for a moment, paralyzed with shock. Warrick came up behind him and said something he couldn't comprehend. Finally he snapped out of it and remembered Sara lying on the wet grass and ran towards her.
"We have to call an ambulance!" He shouted to Warrick.
"Already done." He replied, taking off his jacket to use to help control the bleeding.
"What about him?" Nick asked pointing towards Blake.
"He's dead." Warrick said as he and Nick turned their attention to Sara.
"Please don't die on me Sara." Nick pleaded. "I love you, and I don't think I could bear to live and never get to see your face or hear your voice again." He cried.
"Her pulse is weak." Warrick informed him. "Where's that damn ambulance?"
As if on cue, a siren could be heard in the background. "Come on Sara, you can do it, just hold on a little longer, help is on the way."
The ambulance arrived and two paramedics loaded her onto a gurney and into the ambulance. "Is it ok if we ride with her?" Nick asked, one of the paramedics.
"Only one of you can come." He replied.
"You go." Warrick insisted. "I'll go let everyone else know and meet you down there."
Nick climbed into the back of the ambulance and took a seat next to Sara, on the bench opposite the paramedic.
"I need the adrenaline now!" The paramedic working on her shouted.
Nick grabbed her hand and urged her to hold on.
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They reached the hospital within minutes and Sara was rushed through emergency, and straight into the operating room. Nick was forced to stay in the waiting room.
Nick sat with his head in his hands, praying that Sara will make it. "God, I know I haven't been as faithful and loyal as I should have been, but I really need you to do this one thing for me. I promise I won't ask you for anything else if you save Sara. She doesn't deserve to die. Please, this is all I ask."
About 10 minutes later, Grissom entered the hospital, followed by the entire team, including Greg. "How are you doing?" Catherine asked, taking a seat next to Nick, and grabbing hold of his hand.
"I'm doing ok, all things considered." Nick replied. "Wait a second, if you guys are all down here, who's running CSI?" He asked, really confused.
"I made a few phone calls and Ecklie's team agreed to cover for us." Grissom smiled.
"So, now all we have to do is wait." Nick said.
"I hate to interrupt," Bras said, "But I need to ask you and Warrick a few questions."
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A few hours and many questions later, the doctor emerged from the O.R. still wearing her scrubs.
"Are you Sara Sidle's family?" She asked.
"We're her co-workers, her family hasn't arrived yet." Grissom replied.
"How's she doing?" Nick interrupted impatiently.
"She going to be alright." The doctor replied. "The knife barely missed her heart. An inch t the left and she would have been a goner. You may see her now if you wish, but only 2 at a time. If you have any questions, have the nurse page me." She said, before walking back towards the O.R.
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The trip to Sara's hospital room was made in silence. Nobody knew quite what to say. Upon reaching it, they decide that Nick and Warrick would go in first. They both entered the room and walked casually towards Sara's bed.
She looked awful. Her face was pale and bruised. Warrick spoke first. "Hey Sara, how are you doing?"
"Ok, I guess." She replied. She was still a little groggy from the anesthetics.
"That's good. Get better soon, ok?" He said and Sara smiled.
Nick approached the bed and grabbed Sara's hand. She looked at him, confusion about his weird behavior spreading across her face. "Sara, there's something I need to tell you..." Warrick took this as his cue to leave the room.
"This isn't easy for me to say, but I..." He sighed, "I love you Sara. I guess I always have, I just never realized it until it was almost too late. When I thought you might die, I realized that I can't live without you." He turned his head, afraid to look her in the eye, not wanting to see her reaction.
"Nick, I feel the same way. All those times we flirt and carry on really meant something to me. I was just afraid to tell you because you flirt with everyone. I didn't think it meant anything to you."
"It meant a lot to me too." He leaned down and hugged her gently, careful of her stitches.
"Now we just have to tell Grissom. How do you think he'll react?" Sara asked.
"I don't know, and I don't care." Nick replied, grinning.
"I love you Nick."
"I love you Sara."
The End
A/N: Awww! Wasn't that sweet. That was my pitiful attempt and being mushy. Lol. I thought it was cute. A little corny but cute. Anyways, thanks to everyone who has taken the time to review this story, it really means a lot to me. And thank you for your patience as it took me forever to finally finish it. Please let me know what you think.
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Nick looked up ahead to see two figures struggling. He heard a scream through the pounding rain and roaring winds. It didn't rain often in Nevada, but when it did rain, it rained.
He took off at an abrupt pace and sped up when he heard the scream a second time. He heard footsteps not far behind him and turned around to see Warrick racing after him.
As he approached the scene, he saw Sara lying on the ground trying to fight off what looked to be a man, with a knife aimed at her heart.
"Get off of her!" Nick shouted and ran towards him, ready to attack.
The man looked up and grinned before plunging the knife straight into her chest. She screamed in pain and then went limp.
"No!" Nick shouted, stopping dead in his tracks.
Blake laughed evilly, and slowly rose to his feet. He raised his knife and walked leisurely towards him. Nick drew his gun from its holster. His hands shaking he aimed the automatic at Blake. He waited until he was two feet in front of him and fired.
The shot was deafening. Nick hit him dead center in the chest and he fell backwards. Blood starting oozing out of the gaping hole that now inhabited his chest.
Nick stood there for a moment, paralyzed with shock. Warrick came up behind him and said something he couldn't comprehend. Finally he snapped out of it and remembered Sara lying on the wet grass and ran towards her.
"We have to call an ambulance!" He shouted to Warrick.
"Already done." He replied, taking off his jacket to use to help control the bleeding.
"What about him?" Nick asked pointing towards Blake.
"He's dead." Warrick said as he and Nick turned their attention to Sara.
"Please don't die on me Sara." Nick pleaded. "I love you, and I don't think I could bear to live and never get to see your face or hear your voice again." He cried.
"Her pulse is weak." Warrick informed him. "Where's that damn ambulance?"
As if on cue, a siren could be heard in the background. "Come on Sara, you can do it, just hold on a little longer, help is on the way."
The ambulance arrived and two paramedics loaded her onto a gurney and into the ambulance. "Is it ok if we ride with her?" Nick asked, one of the paramedics.
"Only one of you can come." He replied.
"You go." Warrick insisted. "I'll go let everyone else know and meet you down there."
Nick climbed into the back of the ambulance and took a seat next to Sara, on the bench opposite the paramedic.
"I need the adrenaline now!" The paramedic working on her shouted.
Nick grabbed her hand and urged her to hold on.
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They reached the hospital within minutes and Sara was rushed through emergency, and straight into the operating room. Nick was forced to stay in the waiting room.
Nick sat with his head in his hands, praying that Sara will make it. "God, I know I haven't been as faithful and loyal as I should have been, but I really need you to do this one thing for me. I promise I won't ask you for anything else if you save Sara. She doesn't deserve to die. Please, this is all I ask."
About 10 minutes later, Grissom entered the hospital, followed by the entire team, including Greg. "How are you doing?" Catherine asked, taking a seat next to Nick, and grabbing hold of his hand.
"I'm doing ok, all things considered." Nick replied. "Wait a second, if you guys are all down here, who's running CSI?" He asked, really confused.
"I made a few phone calls and Ecklie's team agreed to cover for us." Grissom smiled.
"So, now all we have to do is wait." Nick said.
"I hate to interrupt," Bras said, "But I need to ask you and Warrick a few questions."
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A few hours and many questions later, the doctor emerged from the O.R. still wearing her scrubs.
"Are you Sara Sidle's family?" She asked.
"We're her co-workers, her family hasn't arrived yet." Grissom replied.
"How's she doing?" Nick interrupted impatiently.
"She going to be alright." The doctor replied. "The knife barely missed her heart. An inch t the left and she would have been a goner. You may see her now if you wish, but only 2 at a time. If you have any questions, have the nurse page me." She said, before walking back towards the O.R.
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The trip to Sara's hospital room was made in silence. Nobody knew quite what to say. Upon reaching it, they decide that Nick and Warrick would go in first. They both entered the room and walked casually towards Sara's bed.
She looked awful. Her face was pale and bruised. Warrick spoke first. "Hey Sara, how are you doing?"
"Ok, I guess." She replied. She was still a little groggy from the anesthetics.
"That's good. Get better soon, ok?" He said and Sara smiled.
Nick approached the bed and grabbed Sara's hand. She looked at him, confusion about his weird behavior spreading across her face. "Sara, there's something I need to tell you..." Warrick took this as his cue to leave the room.
"This isn't easy for me to say, but I..." He sighed, "I love you Sara. I guess I always have, I just never realized it until it was almost too late. When I thought you might die, I realized that I can't live without you." He turned his head, afraid to look her in the eye, not wanting to see her reaction.
"Nick, I feel the same way. All those times we flirt and carry on really meant something to me. I was just afraid to tell you because you flirt with everyone. I didn't think it meant anything to you."
"It meant a lot to me too." He leaned down and hugged her gently, careful of her stitches.
"Now we just have to tell Grissom. How do you think he'll react?" Sara asked.
"I don't know, and I don't care." Nick replied, grinning.
"I love you Nick."
"I love you Sara."
The End
A/N: Awww! Wasn't that sweet. That was my pitiful attempt and being mushy. Lol. I thought it was cute. A little corny but cute. Anyways, thanks to everyone who has taken the time to review this story, it really means a lot to me. And thank you for your patience as it took me forever to finally finish it. Please let me know what you think.
