A/N: I don't own them. Please don't sue me.
After a long hiatus, I've been prodded back into my online fanfic writing, (and my arm was sore from a little altercation over a potential tattoo!), as I've got writer's block on my own stuff. But, be warned. . . maybe not this chapter, maybe not even this fic, but I'm in dark writing mode, so beware. Here be Angst.
CH.5
As the Hazardous Materials team made their way into the building, all eyes were on the halls. It's not every day you see people in funny-looking yellow suits walk into your workplace.
"Gil Grissom?" A tall man in his late forties approached Grissom, extended a rubber-clad hand.
"Yes. The object in question is right inside this lab. Only two of my people worked with it. Both show signs of radiation poisoning. They're in quarantine at County General."
The man nodded, and pulled his haz-mat hood securely over his head before entering the lab. Grissom looked on while the man ran his meter over the object. Loud clicking was heard whenever it was directly above it. Strangely, there didn't seem to be any signs of radiation anywhere else in the room. The object was not giving off radiation at all, unless. . . He touched the metallic-looking dagger with his glove while holding the device away from it. As he touched it, the meter clicked away. The dosimeter on his suit beeped alarmingly. He looked back at Grissom through the glass. Grissom noted what had occurred as well, and merely shrugged his shoulders in astonishment. It only gave off radiation when touched. Grissom flipped open his phone, and called Robbins. He wanted to examine the body of their late physicist.
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Warrick sat beside Sara's bed reading a copy of Architectural Digest. Sara flipped through the channels on the small TV mounted in the upper corner of the room.
"How much longer are we going to be stuck here?" She grumbled.
"Long as they say so. You're feeling better I take it?" He grinned at her attitude.
"Totally. I hate hospitals." She looked over at him as he read. "Where'd you get the magazine?" She eyed him suspiciously.
"It was in the nightstand."
"Any others in there?"
"Only Parenting." He threw her the Parenting magazine, and laughed.
"Great." Sara scowled, but opened up the magazine. She was bored.
To Warrick's great amusement, Sara quickly became engrossed in an article about birth weight, and commented on how much she liked the artwork throughout the magazine as well. A soft knock on the door ended their reading session.
"Miss Sidle? Mr. Brown?" The doctor entered, and stood at the foot of the bed.
"When can we leave?" Sara was the first to speak what was on their minds.
"As soon as you like. You're both in the clear. You were very lucky, Miss Sidle."
Sara hated being called 'Miss Sidle', but held her tongue if it meant leaving sooner.
"You suffered only minimal radiation poisoning. Not enough to cause any serious damage to your bones or lymphatic system. However, radiation poisoning is cumulative. In the future, you'll have to take extra precaution to avoid any contact. And I don't think I need to give you a lecture on sun screen." He jotted a few things down on her paperwork, and hung it back on her door. "You may still feel weak and nauseous for a few days. I'd suggest bed rest."
Sara breathed a sigh of relief, and Warrick was beaming.
"Your colleague is still in danger though, I'm afraid. He suffered much more prolonged exposure." The doctor stopped at the door.
"Our colleague? Who?" Warrick was confused. Had Brass been too close to the thing as well?
Sara suddenly realized who it had to be.
"Hodges!" She looked over at Warrick.
"Oh, man! He was handling that thing all day!" He hadn't even thought about the usually unpleasant lab tech.
"That would explain it, I'm afraid. Your supervisor brought him in a few hours ago, and called the haz-mat team to pick up the radioactive object. I've been told that your lab is completely clean now. However unlikely I feel that is, they assure me that you are in no further danger." He nodded to them both, and left the room.
"Poor Hodges." Sara shook her head. She didn't really dislike him as much as the others seemed to. She respected his abilities, and found his attitude kind of amusing. So long as he processed her evidence fast and accurately, she had no real problem with him. Sara knew all about the affects of radiation on the human body. She remembered studying Chernobyl in her college Ethics class. Mass exposures to radiation can totally destroy the body's ability to ward off infection by destroying blood cells and platelets, and the ability to create them. It can cause mass hemorrhaging or anemia. The damage is considered irreversible, and the brain, spleen, and lymphatic system often suffer the worst. Sara took a deep breaths. She could've died without ever being given the chance to fight back. Of all the ways she had thought about being killed in her line of work, radiation poisoning had never come up as an option.
"Hey. I'm sure he'll be fine too. He's too damn stubborn not to be." Warrick tried to reassure her as he stood. "You ready to get out of this place?"
"Yeah. Could you, uh, get my bag out of the car?" She suddenly realized she had nothing on but a hospital gown which left a bit to be desired around back.
Warrick chuckled.
"Sure. Be back in a few." He walked out to the hall, and reached in his pocket for his phone. Grissom would want to know they're ok. He stopped as he was about to dial, and headed back for the nurse's station.
"Hi. I'm Warrick Brown, Las Vegas crime lab. Any chance you could tell me how a colleague of mine is doing?" He gave the nurse a broad smile as he leaned over the counter hoping his charm and credentials would win her over. She smiled, blushed, and click on an icon on her screen.
"What's the name, Hun?" She winked at him, and Warrick grinned.
"Last name is Hodges. He was brought in a few hours ago."
TBC
After a long hiatus, I've been prodded back into my online fanfic writing, (and my arm was sore from a little altercation over a potential tattoo!), as I've got writer's block on my own stuff. But, be warned. . . maybe not this chapter, maybe not even this fic, but I'm in dark writing mode, so beware. Here be Angst.
CH.5
As the Hazardous Materials team made their way into the building, all eyes were on the halls. It's not every day you see people in funny-looking yellow suits walk into your workplace.
"Gil Grissom?" A tall man in his late forties approached Grissom, extended a rubber-clad hand.
"Yes. The object in question is right inside this lab. Only two of my people worked with it. Both show signs of radiation poisoning. They're in quarantine at County General."
The man nodded, and pulled his haz-mat hood securely over his head before entering the lab. Grissom looked on while the man ran his meter over the object. Loud clicking was heard whenever it was directly above it. Strangely, there didn't seem to be any signs of radiation anywhere else in the room. The object was not giving off radiation at all, unless. . . He touched the metallic-looking dagger with his glove while holding the device away from it. As he touched it, the meter clicked away. The dosimeter on his suit beeped alarmingly. He looked back at Grissom through the glass. Grissom noted what had occurred as well, and merely shrugged his shoulders in astonishment. It only gave off radiation when touched. Grissom flipped open his phone, and called Robbins. He wanted to examine the body of their late physicist.
~=~=~=~
Warrick sat beside Sara's bed reading a copy of Architectural Digest. Sara flipped through the channels on the small TV mounted in the upper corner of the room.
"How much longer are we going to be stuck here?" She grumbled.
"Long as they say so. You're feeling better I take it?" He grinned at her attitude.
"Totally. I hate hospitals." She looked over at him as he read. "Where'd you get the magazine?" She eyed him suspiciously.
"It was in the nightstand."
"Any others in there?"
"Only Parenting." He threw her the Parenting magazine, and laughed.
"Great." Sara scowled, but opened up the magazine. She was bored.
To Warrick's great amusement, Sara quickly became engrossed in an article about birth weight, and commented on how much she liked the artwork throughout the magazine as well. A soft knock on the door ended their reading session.
"Miss Sidle? Mr. Brown?" The doctor entered, and stood at the foot of the bed.
"When can we leave?" Sara was the first to speak what was on their minds.
"As soon as you like. You're both in the clear. You were very lucky, Miss Sidle."
Sara hated being called 'Miss Sidle', but held her tongue if it meant leaving sooner.
"You suffered only minimal radiation poisoning. Not enough to cause any serious damage to your bones or lymphatic system. However, radiation poisoning is cumulative. In the future, you'll have to take extra precaution to avoid any contact. And I don't think I need to give you a lecture on sun screen." He jotted a few things down on her paperwork, and hung it back on her door. "You may still feel weak and nauseous for a few days. I'd suggest bed rest."
Sara breathed a sigh of relief, and Warrick was beaming.
"Your colleague is still in danger though, I'm afraid. He suffered much more prolonged exposure." The doctor stopped at the door.
"Our colleague? Who?" Warrick was confused. Had Brass been too close to the thing as well?
Sara suddenly realized who it had to be.
"Hodges!" She looked over at Warrick.
"Oh, man! He was handling that thing all day!" He hadn't even thought about the usually unpleasant lab tech.
"That would explain it, I'm afraid. Your supervisor brought him in a few hours ago, and called the haz-mat team to pick up the radioactive object. I've been told that your lab is completely clean now. However unlikely I feel that is, they assure me that you are in no further danger." He nodded to them both, and left the room.
"Poor Hodges." Sara shook her head. She didn't really dislike him as much as the others seemed to. She respected his abilities, and found his attitude kind of amusing. So long as he processed her evidence fast and accurately, she had no real problem with him. Sara knew all about the affects of radiation on the human body. She remembered studying Chernobyl in her college Ethics class. Mass exposures to radiation can totally destroy the body's ability to ward off infection by destroying blood cells and platelets, and the ability to create them. It can cause mass hemorrhaging or anemia. The damage is considered irreversible, and the brain, spleen, and lymphatic system often suffer the worst. Sara took a deep breaths. She could've died without ever being given the chance to fight back. Of all the ways she had thought about being killed in her line of work, radiation poisoning had never come up as an option.
"Hey. I'm sure he'll be fine too. He's too damn stubborn not to be." Warrick tried to reassure her as he stood. "You ready to get out of this place?"
"Yeah. Could you, uh, get my bag out of the car?" She suddenly realized she had nothing on but a hospital gown which left a bit to be desired around back.
Warrick chuckled.
"Sure. Be back in a few." He walked out to the hall, and reached in his pocket for his phone. Grissom would want to know they're ok. He stopped as he was about to dial, and headed back for the nurse's station.
"Hi. I'm Warrick Brown, Las Vegas crime lab. Any chance you could tell me how a colleague of mine is doing?" He gave the nurse a broad smile as he leaned over the counter hoping his charm and credentials would win her over. She smiled, blushed, and click on an icon on her screen.
"What's the name, Hun?" She winked at him, and Warrick grinned.
"Last name is Hodges. He was brought in a few hours ago."
TBC