A/N: I don't own them. Please don't sue me.
*Also, MUFON is a real organization. I didn't make them up, and they are very well-organized. I hope I don't offend them, or Wiccans. My bro and his wife are Wiccan. I'm not, but I respect and am intrigued by peoples' beliefs.*
CH.3
"You ok? You don't look too hot." Warrick looked across the cabin of the SUV at Sara. She sat with her arms hugging herself, and leaning towards the window.
"Just a lousy upset stomach. I took something for it before we left." She winced. Usually the medicine started helping by now, but Sara could feel the saliva building up in her mouth, and the cold sweat starting to form on her forehead. "On second thought, Warrick, maybe we could make a pit stop?" Sara gave Warrick a guilty look.
"Right." He knew that look. He careened into the nearest fast food joint, and parked. Sara fled from the car in search of a restroom.
After ten minutes, Warrick headed into the Sonic. He glanced around the crowded restaurant as he entered. A group of tourists had just descended upon the place, and it was wall-to-wall camera-toting, sunglass-wearing crazy shirts, and sunburns. He shook his head, and walked to the back towards the restrooms. As he was about to tap on the women's door, a distraught old woman came out.
"Oh! Excuse me . . . is your name 'Wark'?" She looked up at him, and studied his face.
"Um, Yes?" He was thrown by that.
"Oh, dear. Your lady friend is really sick. She asked for me to tell you she'd be a while." The old lady gave Warrick another once over. "My first was hard too. It'll pass." She winked, and patted his arm as she left.
"Whaaa?" Warrick decided to let it go. He knocked softly on the door. "Sara? You ok?"
"Uhhhhhhhh."
"I'll take that as a no." He glanced around quickly, and stepped inside. "I'm coming in."
Sara stood leaning against the wall over the sinks holding a wet napkin to her forehead.
"Ok. That's it. You're going to your doctor. You look awful." He placed an arm around her waist to stabilize her. "Alrighty. Slow and steady does it." He helped her out the back door, and back into the Tahoe. She was barely conscious.
"Hey. Hey! Sara? You still with me? Oh, great." Warrick turned the car around, and headed for the hospital. "Hang on." He turned on the police light in the cabin that he never got to use.
~=~=~=~
"I need to ask you a few questions about your colleague." The doctor took a seat beside Warrick in the private room. "Do you know where she has been the past twenty-four hours? We need to trace her every step."
Warrick was getting even more concerned.
"Why? What's up? She's been working a double shift with me the past sixteen hours."
"Has she had anything to eat?" The doctor jotted a few things down on his notepad.
"I don't know. I haven't been babysitting her. She's a big girl." He was getting irritated now. "You wanna cut the crap, and tell me what this is all about?"
"Your coworker is suffering from mild radiation sickness. She appears to have been exposed to a dangerous level of radiation, and we are trying to determine where in Las Vegas this could have happened."
"What?" Warrick shook his head. "That doesn't make any sense. We've been working a case together. How come I'm not sick too?"
"We'd like to run s few tests on you as well. On a purely physical note, you're much larger than she is." The doctor wrote something more down. "I've placed a call to your supervisor to let him know that we're placing you both in temporary quarantine. It's totally voluntary, but we do highly recommend it until we get to the bottom of this."
"Yeah. Whatever. Just keep me posted on how Sara's doing." Warrick grumbled something the doctor couldn't quite make out under his breath. So much for a boring night of collecting evidence. Grissom would not be happy, especially when he found out Sara was sick. Warrick groaned, and reached for the remote control to the tiny TV set hung precariously from the corner. Where on earth had they come into contact with radiation? He sat back, and tried to clear his head. He hoped Grissom would come soon with some answers.
TBC
*Also, MUFON is a real organization. I didn't make them up, and they are very well-organized. I hope I don't offend them, or Wiccans. My bro and his wife are Wiccan. I'm not, but I respect and am intrigued by peoples' beliefs.*
CH.3
"You ok? You don't look too hot." Warrick looked across the cabin of the SUV at Sara. She sat with her arms hugging herself, and leaning towards the window.
"Just a lousy upset stomach. I took something for it before we left." She winced. Usually the medicine started helping by now, but Sara could feel the saliva building up in her mouth, and the cold sweat starting to form on her forehead. "On second thought, Warrick, maybe we could make a pit stop?" Sara gave Warrick a guilty look.
"Right." He knew that look. He careened into the nearest fast food joint, and parked. Sara fled from the car in search of a restroom.
After ten minutes, Warrick headed into the Sonic. He glanced around the crowded restaurant as he entered. A group of tourists had just descended upon the place, and it was wall-to-wall camera-toting, sunglass-wearing crazy shirts, and sunburns. He shook his head, and walked to the back towards the restrooms. As he was about to tap on the women's door, a distraught old woman came out.
"Oh! Excuse me . . . is your name 'Wark'?" She looked up at him, and studied his face.
"Um, Yes?" He was thrown by that.
"Oh, dear. Your lady friend is really sick. She asked for me to tell you she'd be a while." The old lady gave Warrick another once over. "My first was hard too. It'll pass." She winked, and patted his arm as she left.
"Whaaa?" Warrick decided to let it go. He knocked softly on the door. "Sara? You ok?"
"Uhhhhhhhh."
"I'll take that as a no." He glanced around quickly, and stepped inside. "I'm coming in."
Sara stood leaning against the wall over the sinks holding a wet napkin to her forehead.
"Ok. That's it. You're going to your doctor. You look awful." He placed an arm around her waist to stabilize her. "Alrighty. Slow and steady does it." He helped her out the back door, and back into the Tahoe. She was barely conscious.
"Hey. Hey! Sara? You still with me? Oh, great." Warrick turned the car around, and headed for the hospital. "Hang on." He turned on the police light in the cabin that he never got to use.
~=~=~=~
"I need to ask you a few questions about your colleague." The doctor took a seat beside Warrick in the private room. "Do you know where she has been the past twenty-four hours? We need to trace her every step."
Warrick was getting even more concerned.
"Why? What's up? She's been working a double shift with me the past sixteen hours."
"Has she had anything to eat?" The doctor jotted a few things down on his notepad.
"I don't know. I haven't been babysitting her. She's a big girl." He was getting irritated now. "You wanna cut the crap, and tell me what this is all about?"
"Your coworker is suffering from mild radiation sickness. She appears to have been exposed to a dangerous level of radiation, and we are trying to determine where in Las Vegas this could have happened."
"What?" Warrick shook his head. "That doesn't make any sense. We've been working a case together. How come I'm not sick too?"
"We'd like to run s few tests on you as well. On a purely physical note, you're much larger than she is." The doctor wrote something more down. "I've placed a call to your supervisor to let him know that we're placing you both in temporary quarantine. It's totally voluntary, but we do highly recommend it until we get to the bottom of this."
"Yeah. Whatever. Just keep me posted on how Sara's doing." Warrick grumbled something the doctor couldn't quite make out under his breath. So much for a boring night of collecting evidence. Grissom would not be happy, especially when he found out Sara was sick. Warrick groaned, and reached for the remote control to the tiny TV set hung precariously from the corner. Where on earth had they come into contact with radiation? He sat back, and tried to clear his head. He hoped Grissom would come soon with some answers.
TBC