From Fever To Death
By: Anti Darth Ani
Based on the TV series CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Author's Note:
Hello again, everyone! Glad to see that you are still reading this fan-fic of mine. We're getting closer to solving this sucker, since there hasn't been much at all to help solve the case. Just keep reading on, and everything will be revealed. There is only going to be one more chapter after this one. If you want a sneak preview of the final chapter, go to my author's page and click the homepage link to get to my fan-site. I'm thankful for those of you who have already registered and are getting my sneak previews. It actually means a lot to me, believe it or not.
I'm already planning on doing another fan-fic that follows this story line. It will be a totally different case, of course, but you'll understand what I mean when you read on.
Well, enough with this nonsense of mine. I just KNOW that everyone is really excited and wants to continue. So let's get started! Thanks to all my reviewers and readers!
Synopsis:
Sara, Nick, and Warrick investigate the death of a ten-year-old girl who suddenly died in her kitchen while her parents were at a dinner party. But with the pressure of the case, Sara can't help having bad memories brought back up about her past. Emotions are heightened and things start to change with a few of the co-workers.
Action/Mystery/Suspense/Romance
PG-13 - For violence, language, and some sexuality.
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CHAPTER FIVE
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Sara slammed her locker door shut, the sound reverberating off the walls to create a larger impact. "I don't understand how we can't find anything else on this case!" she yelled. She slammed her fist against the locker, the impact of her hand against the metal hurting more than she would admit to herself. Wincing at the sudden pain, Sara pulled her arm back and let it hang by her side. She slumped down on the wooden bench in the middle of the two rows of lockers. She let out a frustrated sighed and ran her hand through her hair.
Sara suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Startled out of her mind, Sara jumped to her feet, releasing a small shriek in surprise. She spun around and faced Nick, who looked taken back. "I'm sorry…" he started.
"Jesus Christ, Nick!" Sara shouted, placing her hand on her chest where her heart should be. "You scared the crap out of me!"
Nick couldn't help but flash her one of his adorable smiles. "Sorry. I just heard you out in the hall and wanted to make sure you were okay."
Sara shook her head and picked up her bag, which she had dropped to the floor earlier when she had taken it out of her locker. "I think I just need to go home and cool off a little." Nick nodded as he twirled the combination on his lock. He opened the locker and pulled out his bag, putting his Kevlar vest inside. "This job really gets to me sometimes," Sara admitted.
"I know how that is," Nick confessed, closing his locker and turning to face Sara. "Walk you to your car?" he offered.
Sara smiled and slung her bag over her shoulder, "Sure," she answered. Nick held open the door for her as she walked into the hall of the crime lab. The late night shift was over and the lab was almost empty, except for a few late workers who were scattered around the facility. Sara and Nick didn't run into anyone as they made their way out into the cool Las Vegas night.
Sara pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders. Nick fell in step next to her and followed her stride as she led him to her car. "It's actually not that bad out tonight," Sara said softly, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets.
Nick nodded his head in silent agreement. They reached a red Camry. Sara pulled out her keys and tried to put the key into the door lock. However, her hand was shaking and Sara couldn't seem to get the damn key to go in. Nick softly took the key from her hand and put the key in, turning it to the right and then he pulled the key back out and held the door open for Sara.
Sara tried to smile at him. "Thanks," she muttered softly under her breath. Walking behind him, Sara climbed into the driver's seat and put her bag on the passenger's seat. She glanced up at Nick, who was still standing with the door open. She raised her eyebrows at him and Nick chuckled. "Maybe you should go ahead and start the car up so I know you can get your key in."
Sara frowned at Nick, but nevertheless, she put her keys into the ignition and started the car up. She turned to face him again. "Satisfied?" he asked.
"Extremely," he replied. "Good night," he added right before he closed the car door and walked off down the lot to his car.
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A six-year-old Sara Sidle looked up from her coloring book to her mother, who was running around the house busily, trying to collect all her things so she could leave. She was already running late as it was. "Mommy, when are you going to be home?" she asked, holding a green crayon in her hand.
Her mother let out a heavy sigh, "I don't know, Sara. I told you Mommy needs to be left alone right now. She has a business meeting she's late for," she told her daughter, quickly putting her hair into a sloppy bun.
Sara swung her legs back and front. They weren't long enough yet to touch the ground when she sat in her car. She had been coloring a picture of a Dalmatian dog on a fire truck. The dog was green with purple spots and the fire truck was colored a light orange color. Sara dropped the crayon onto the counter and held up the picture. "Do you like my painting, Mommy? Don't you think it's pretty? I mades it for you." Sara looked over the top of her picture. Her mother wasn't even paying attention to her. Instead, she was applying her makeup heavily. "Mommy's running late, darling. I'll have to look at it later."
Little Sara carefully crawled out of the chair and walked into the kitchen. She found one of her favorite magnets and went to hang the picture, but the glass magnet slipped out of her hand and crashed to the floor. Her mother came running into the room. "God damn it, Sara!" her mother yelled. Tears filled little Sara's eyes while her mother cleaned up the mess and threw the pieces of glass into the trash. "Can't you do anything right?"
"I'm sorry, Mommy," she cried, but just as she did, the doorbell rang. Her mother hurried to the front door and opened it. Sara followed her slowly and saw her mother exchanged greetings with a man Sara had met a few times. "Hi, George," Sara called to her mother's friend.
Both her mother and George looked at her. Her mother tried to smile sweetly. "George and I are going to be late for… work," her mother told her. "I'll be home later, okay sweetie?"
Sara shook her head, "I don't want you to go to work tonight, Mommy. It gets too dark before you get home. I don't like the dark," Sara complained.
Her mother laughed dryly. "I'll be home later, sweetie. George and I have to go. We're late already." Without another word, she left. Sara heard her mother lock the door from outside.
Sara made her way to the couch. Her mother had set the picture on the coffee table. Angrily, Sara snatched it up and tore it into many small pieces while she cried. Then she curled up on the couch. "I want my Mommy," she cried over and over until she feel asleep.
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Sara Sidle woke up with a start. Tears were running down her face. She sat up and hugged her oversized pillow to her chest. She let the tears fall. She couldn't even remember the last time she had really let herself cry. It had been years. She had almost broke down when Nick had pulled her out of the McAllister house earlier. Then she had almost fallen apart again in the locker room.
The phone rang, making Sara jump. She caught her breath before she reached for the phone. "Hello?" she asked.
"Sara, I wasn't sure if you were there or not," an older voice replied. It was her landlady, Miss Walker. She was the nicest woman Sara had ever met.
"Linda, why all you calling? I didn't miss my rent, did I?" she asked.
Linda Walker laughed cheerfully on the other end. "Oh no, dear, you haven't done anything wrong. I do have some bad news, however. I'm afraid I'm going to be out of town starting tomorrow for a week. During that time, I've called professional painters to come and repaint every single apartment. I'm also having cable internet installed, because so many tenants have requested it. I tried getting in touch with you earlier, but with the hours you work, I haven't gotten in touch with you. I'm afraid that everyone is going to have to evacuate the buildings for a few days until they've finished painting. I'm sorry to have to be telling you this right now, and I know it's short notice. Will you be able to find a place to stay?"
Sara was speechless. Where the hell was she supposed to live for a few days while they painted? She didn't have any close friends out of work. At worst case, she guessed she could ask someone at work to house her for a few days. The only problem was that Catherine was out of town with her daughter, Lindsey, on vacation. Sara didn't know if she would be comfortable staying at one of the guys' houses. She would just have to figure it out. "Of course I'll be able to find somewhere to stay for a few days," Sara assured her. "You just enjoy yourself while you're away."
Linda thanked Sara, "I'm going to visit my son up in Canada. His wife just had their first baby. It's my first grandchild."
Sara smiled, "Congratulations," she told Miss Walker. Shortly after, she hung up. Sara sank back into her sheets and groaned.
Sara walked into the crime lab around eleven. The night was pitch black and the light from the ceiling almost blinded Sara when she walked in. She yawned and made her way into the building, looking for any of her co-workers. The first person she saw was Archie, who worked the technology side of the crime lab for the night shift. Sara poked her head into his room, where he was studying a security video on a large television. "Hey, Archie. Have you seen Warrick or Nick?" she asked him.
Archie looked up from the TV. "Warrick went around looking for you and Nick, but that was a while ago and I didn't see which way he went. You just missed Nick. He was looking for you. He said it was important. He went towards the break room."
"Thanks, Archie," she told him, heading down the hall to the break room. When she opened the door, she saw him standing by the coffee machine. When he heard the door open, he smiled at her, "Hey. We didn't know if you were playing hooky today or what."
Sara smiled, "Nope. Just got a late start. And I'm not even that late. You and Warrick were just early today." Nick grinned and pull out another Styrofoam cup for Sara. He poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Sara, who smiled and thanked him.
Hesitating, Sara cleared her throat. "Could I ask you a huge favor?" she asked, getting straight to the point. She only had until tonight to find a place to crash at.
Nick eyes her suspiciously. "What?"
"Well, my landlord is going to be out of time, so she decided that it would be a good time to have painters come. They are going to paint the whole place over, so all the tenants have to move out for a few days. And I have no where to stay…"
Nick took another sip of coffee. "So you want to crash at my place?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Please?" she begged. "It's only for a few days and I don't mind sleeping on a couch."
Nick shrugged, "That's fine. When will you be coming?" he asked.
Sara tried to smile sweetly, "Tonight at the latest."
Nick stared at Sara for a minute and then laughed, "That's fine."
Sara sighed with relief, "Oh, thanks, Nick. You have no idea what this means to me."
"Hey guys," Warrick called, making his way into the room. I think I may have just solved the case. Are you interested in hearing me out?"
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So what is Warrick going to tell Sara and Nick? Well, I don't know. I guess you'll just have to wait until the next chapter's up!
By: Anti Darth Ani
Based on the TV series CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Author's Note:
Hello again, everyone! Glad to see that you are still reading this fan-fic of mine. We're getting closer to solving this sucker, since there hasn't been much at all to help solve the case. Just keep reading on, and everything will be revealed. There is only going to be one more chapter after this one. If you want a sneak preview of the final chapter, go to my author's page and click the homepage link to get to my fan-site. I'm thankful for those of you who have already registered and are getting my sneak previews. It actually means a lot to me, believe it or not.
I'm already planning on doing another fan-fic that follows this story line. It will be a totally different case, of course, but you'll understand what I mean when you read on.
Well, enough with this nonsense of mine. I just KNOW that everyone is really excited and wants to continue. So let's get started! Thanks to all my reviewers and readers!
Synopsis:
Sara, Nick, and Warrick investigate the death of a ten-year-old girl who suddenly died in her kitchen while her parents were at a dinner party. But with the pressure of the case, Sara can't help having bad memories brought back up about her past. Emotions are heightened and things start to change with a few of the co-workers.
Action/Mystery/Suspense/Romance
PG-13 - For violence, language, and some sexuality.
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CHAPTER FIVE
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Sara slammed her locker door shut, the sound reverberating off the walls to create a larger impact. "I don't understand how we can't find anything else on this case!" she yelled. She slammed her fist against the locker, the impact of her hand against the metal hurting more than she would admit to herself. Wincing at the sudden pain, Sara pulled her arm back and let it hang by her side. She slumped down on the wooden bench in the middle of the two rows of lockers. She let out a frustrated sighed and ran her hand through her hair.
Sara suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Startled out of her mind, Sara jumped to her feet, releasing a small shriek in surprise. She spun around and faced Nick, who looked taken back. "I'm sorry…" he started.
"Jesus Christ, Nick!" Sara shouted, placing her hand on her chest where her heart should be. "You scared the crap out of me!"
Nick couldn't help but flash her one of his adorable smiles. "Sorry. I just heard you out in the hall and wanted to make sure you were okay."
Sara shook her head and picked up her bag, which she had dropped to the floor earlier when she had taken it out of her locker. "I think I just need to go home and cool off a little." Nick nodded as he twirled the combination on his lock. He opened the locker and pulled out his bag, putting his Kevlar vest inside. "This job really gets to me sometimes," Sara admitted.
"I know how that is," Nick confessed, closing his locker and turning to face Sara. "Walk you to your car?" he offered.
Sara smiled and slung her bag over her shoulder, "Sure," she answered. Nick held open the door for her as she walked into the hall of the crime lab. The late night shift was over and the lab was almost empty, except for a few late workers who were scattered around the facility. Sara and Nick didn't run into anyone as they made their way out into the cool Las Vegas night.
Sara pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders. Nick fell in step next to her and followed her stride as she led him to her car. "It's actually not that bad out tonight," Sara said softly, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets.
Nick nodded his head in silent agreement. They reached a red Camry. Sara pulled out her keys and tried to put the key into the door lock. However, her hand was shaking and Sara couldn't seem to get the damn key to go in. Nick softly took the key from her hand and put the key in, turning it to the right and then he pulled the key back out and held the door open for Sara.
Sara tried to smile at him. "Thanks," she muttered softly under her breath. Walking behind him, Sara climbed into the driver's seat and put her bag on the passenger's seat. She glanced up at Nick, who was still standing with the door open. She raised her eyebrows at him and Nick chuckled. "Maybe you should go ahead and start the car up so I know you can get your key in."
Sara frowned at Nick, but nevertheless, she put her keys into the ignition and started the car up. She turned to face him again. "Satisfied?" he asked.
"Extremely," he replied. "Good night," he added right before he closed the car door and walked off down the lot to his car.
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A six-year-old Sara Sidle looked up from her coloring book to her mother, who was running around the house busily, trying to collect all her things so she could leave. She was already running late as it was. "Mommy, when are you going to be home?" she asked, holding a green crayon in her hand.
Her mother let out a heavy sigh, "I don't know, Sara. I told you Mommy needs to be left alone right now. She has a business meeting she's late for," she told her daughter, quickly putting her hair into a sloppy bun.
Sara swung her legs back and front. They weren't long enough yet to touch the ground when she sat in her car. She had been coloring a picture of a Dalmatian dog on a fire truck. The dog was green with purple spots and the fire truck was colored a light orange color. Sara dropped the crayon onto the counter and held up the picture. "Do you like my painting, Mommy? Don't you think it's pretty? I mades it for you." Sara looked over the top of her picture. Her mother wasn't even paying attention to her. Instead, she was applying her makeup heavily. "Mommy's running late, darling. I'll have to look at it later."
Little Sara carefully crawled out of the chair and walked into the kitchen. She found one of her favorite magnets and went to hang the picture, but the glass magnet slipped out of her hand and crashed to the floor. Her mother came running into the room. "God damn it, Sara!" her mother yelled. Tears filled little Sara's eyes while her mother cleaned up the mess and threw the pieces of glass into the trash. "Can't you do anything right?"
"I'm sorry, Mommy," she cried, but just as she did, the doorbell rang. Her mother hurried to the front door and opened it. Sara followed her slowly and saw her mother exchanged greetings with a man Sara had met a few times. "Hi, George," Sara called to her mother's friend.
Both her mother and George looked at her. Her mother tried to smile sweetly. "George and I are going to be late for… work," her mother told her. "I'll be home later, okay sweetie?"
Sara shook her head, "I don't want you to go to work tonight, Mommy. It gets too dark before you get home. I don't like the dark," Sara complained.
Her mother laughed dryly. "I'll be home later, sweetie. George and I have to go. We're late already." Without another word, she left. Sara heard her mother lock the door from outside.
Sara made her way to the couch. Her mother had set the picture on the coffee table. Angrily, Sara snatched it up and tore it into many small pieces while she cried. Then she curled up on the couch. "I want my Mommy," she cried over and over until she feel asleep.
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Sara Sidle woke up with a start. Tears were running down her face. She sat up and hugged her oversized pillow to her chest. She let the tears fall. She couldn't even remember the last time she had really let herself cry. It had been years. She had almost broke down when Nick had pulled her out of the McAllister house earlier. Then she had almost fallen apart again in the locker room.
The phone rang, making Sara jump. She caught her breath before she reached for the phone. "Hello?" she asked.
"Sara, I wasn't sure if you were there or not," an older voice replied. It was her landlady, Miss Walker. She was the nicest woman Sara had ever met.
"Linda, why all you calling? I didn't miss my rent, did I?" she asked.
Linda Walker laughed cheerfully on the other end. "Oh no, dear, you haven't done anything wrong. I do have some bad news, however. I'm afraid I'm going to be out of town starting tomorrow for a week. During that time, I've called professional painters to come and repaint every single apartment. I'm also having cable internet installed, because so many tenants have requested it. I tried getting in touch with you earlier, but with the hours you work, I haven't gotten in touch with you. I'm afraid that everyone is going to have to evacuate the buildings for a few days until they've finished painting. I'm sorry to have to be telling you this right now, and I know it's short notice. Will you be able to find a place to stay?"
Sara was speechless. Where the hell was she supposed to live for a few days while they painted? She didn't have any close friends out of work. At worst case, she guessed she could ask someone at work to house her for a few days. The only problem was that Catherine was out of town with her daughter, Lindsey, on vacation. Sara didn't know if she would be comfortable staying at one of the guys' houses. She would just have to figure it out. "Of course I'll be able to find somewhere to stay for a few days," Sara assured her. "You just enjoy yourself while you're away."
Linda thanked Sara, "I'm going to visit my son up in Canada. His wife just had their first baby. It's my first grandchild."
Sara smiled, "Congratulations," she told Miss Walker. Shortly after, she hung up. Sara sank back into her sheets and groaned.
Sara walked into the crime lab around eleven. The night was pitch black and the light from the ceiling almost blinded Sara when she walked in. She yawned and made her way into the building, looking for any of her co-workers. The first person she saw was Archie, who worked the technology side of the crime lab for the night shift. Sara poked her head into his room, where he was studying a security video on a large television. "Hey, Archie. Have you seen Warrick or Nick?" she asked him.
Archie looked up from the TV. "Warrick went around looking for you and Nick, but that was a while ago and I didn't see which way he went. You just missed Nick. He was looking for you. He said it was important. He went towards the break room."
"Thanks, Archie," she told him, heading down the hall to the break room. When she opened the door, she saw him standing by the coffee machine. When he heard the door open, he smiled at her, "Hey. We didn't know if you were playing hooky today or what."
Sara smiled, "Nope. Just got a late start. And I'm not even that late. You and Warrick were just early today." Nick grinned and pull out another Styrofoam cup for Sara. He poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Sara, who smiled and thanked him.
Hesitating, Sara cleared her throat. "Could I ask you a huge favor?" she asked, getting straight to the point. She only had until tonight to find a place to crash at.
Nick eyes her suspiciously. "What?"
"Well, my landlord is going to be out of time, so she decided that it would be a good time to have painters come. They are going to paint the whole place over, so all the tenants have to move out for a few days. And I have no where to stay…"
Nick took another sip of coffee. "So you want to crash at my place?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Please?" she begged. "It's only for a few days and I don't mind sleeping on a couch."
Nick shrugged, "That's fine. When will you be coming?" he asked.
Sara tried to smile sweetly, "Tonight at the latest."
Nick stared at Sara for a minute and then laughed, "That's fine."
Sara sighed with relief, "Oh, thanks, Nick. You have no idea what this means to me."
"Hey guys," Warrick called, making his way into the room. I think I may have just solved the case. Are you interested in hearing me out?"
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So what is Warrick going to tell Sara and Nick? Well, I don't know. I guess you'll just have to wait until the next chapter's up!