"Grissom, are you awake. Looks like we have an MVA ahead." Sara slowed
the car down as they drew closer to the accident.
"Looks nasty. I'll call 911." Grissom pulled out his cell phone and dialled. "Yes we have a MVA on the corner of Holloway and Tropicana. Please send police and paramedics immediately."
Sara pulled up as Gil hung up the phone. She parked near the rolled SUV. "Wow. That looks like one of our cars." She started to head to the truck just as the windscreen started to shudder. "Someone is trying to get out."
They both ran towards the front of the car arriving just as the windscreen broke free and fell to the ground. Sara stood stock still. There crawling out of the car was Warrick. He had blood covering him from head to toe. "Oh my god." Grissom couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Nick!" Sara was looking at the driver. Nick was suspended from his seat belt, hanging limply, lifeless. Arms dangling towards the ground. Much of the blood on Warrick was obviously from Nick. Sara could hear the distant sound of sirens as the ambulance and police came closer. "Help met get him out of here." Sara was on the verge of panic.
"Sara no. Don't move him. You could cause more harm then good." Grissom was kneeling beside Warrick trying to keep him conscious. "Is he still alive?" Grissom had never asked such a scary question before. He was scared as to what the answer was going to be.
Tears were streaming down Sara's face. "I don't know." She reached in and grabbed his wrist and tried to find a pulse. She couldn't find one. She felt again, nothing. She stepped into the overturned cab and reached for his neck. There it was, faint but a pulse.
"He has a pulse!" Sara didn't know what to do. She couldn't move him, didn't want to touch him in case she hurt him more. "Oh Nick, you are going to be alright. The paramedics are coming now. Just hold on OK."
The paramedics arrived and ushered Sara out of the cab. "Please miss, let us do our job."
Sara nodded and stood back. She remembered Warrick and turned to see he also was being treated. She didn't know what to do. Grissom came up and put his arm around her shoulder. "They will be fine. You'll see. They're going to be OK." She wasn't sure if he was comforting her or himself. Probably both.
Jim Brass walked up to them. "What the hell happened here? I was on my way back to see you when I cam across this. Is that Nick and Warrick?"
Sara nodded. Grissom, with his arm still across Sara's shoulder, spoke, "We were all on our way back to the lab. We came across an MVA and it was Warrick and Nick. We don't know what happened."
"Is there anyone in the other car?"
Grissom and Sara looked blankly at each other. "I don't know. I forgot all about the other car." Sara was ashamed of the fact that she didn't even check the other vehicle. As soon as she saw Warrick all thoughts of anyone else flew from her head.
"OK, I'll go and check. You two stay here with the boys."
Gil nodded and stood with Sara.
As Brass walked away another SUV, identical to theIr own pulled up. Catherine and Greg hopped out and wandered over.
"What have we got Gil," Catherine asked before she had a chance to really look at the scene. But one look AT Sara and Gil's face and she took another look. Dark blue SUV, paramedics treating what was apparently a dark man on the ground in front of it. Another lot of paramedics standing inside the cab trying to free what must be the driver. "Oh my God." She realised what had happened. So did Greg.
"Are they OK?" Greg asked, his indiscretion of this evening forgotten in the horror of the situation.
Sara was crying but explained, "We drove up and then Warrick was crawling out of the cab and then we saw Nick, he was just hanging there. We didn't know what to do."
Gil pulled Sara closer hushing her and trying to settle her sobs. "Nick had a pulse but I don't know what his condition is. Warrick was awake but not really with it. He was confused about where he was."
"No one in the other car and we can't seem to find a body anywhere." Brass returned to the group. "Looks like a hit and run the fucking bastard." Brass's tough exterior was showing a few cracks. "Don't worry guys, we'll find this son of a bitch, I promise."
Brass turned away to start the investigation. He hoped no one saw the tears that were now winding their way down his face. He quickly wiped them away and got to work. While not a homicide there was no way Brass was handing this over to anyone else.
One of the paramedics headed over to Gil. "We are taking this one now. He has a broken arm and head injuries but nothing seems too life threatening. We are taking him to Desert Palms Hospital."
Gil nodded, "What about Nick. How is he?"
The paramedic looked over at the car. "Don't know, I wasn't working on him but they will let you know as soon as they can." He left as they loaded Warrick into the back of the Ambulance. It left in a blaze of lights and sirens. He might not have had anything life threatening but they were still in a rush to get him back to the hospital.
"OK, easy now, take it slow." The paramedics and firemen working on Nick were lowering him carefully to a straight back board, turning him as they dropped him from his seat. He was already fitted with a neck collar. After what seemed like an eternity they had him out and placed him on a stretcher from the ambulance. Catherine started forward.
"Catherine, let them do their job." Cath looked back at Gil, they tears brimming in her eyes. She nodded and stood her ground.
They wasted no time loading him into the back of the Ambulance. They didn't even look him over once he was out of the car. That was not a good sign. Lights blazing and sirens blaring and it was off. Travelling faster than Warrick's. One of the firemen came over to talk to the group.
"He is in pretty serious shape. Head injuries, broken bones, possible spinal injury. Sorry they took off so fast but cases like this time is of the essence. They are taking him to Desert Palms, same as the other guy."
They stood there, shell shocked. None of them knowing what to do or what to say.
"Looks nasty. I'll call 911." Grissom pulled out his cell phone and dialled. "Yes we have a MVA on the corner of Holloway and Tropicana. Please send police and paramedics immediately."
Sara pulled up as Gil hung up the phone. She parked near the rolled SUV. "Wow. That looks like one of our cars." She started to head to the truck just as the windscreen started to shudder. "Someone is trying to get out."
They both ran towards the front of the car arriving just as the windscreen broke free and fell to the ground. Sara stood stock still. There crawling out of the car was Warrick. He had blood covering him from head to toe. "Oh my god." Grissom couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Nick!" Sara was looking at the driver. Nick was suspended from his seat belt, hanging limply, lifeless. Arms dangling towards the ground. Much of the blood on Warrick was obviously from Nick. Sara could hear the distant sound of sirens as the ambulance and police came closer. "Help met get him out of here." Sara was on the verge of panic.
"Sara no. Don't move him. You could cause more harm then good." Grissom was kneeling beside Warrick trying to keep him conscious. "Is he still alive?" Grissom had never asked such a scary question before. He was scared as to what the answer was going to be.
Tears were streaming down Sara's face. "I don't know." She reached in and grabbed his wrist and tried to find a pulse. She couldn't find one. She felt again, nothing. She stepped into the overturned cab and reached for his neck. There it was, faint but a pulse.
"He has a pulse!" Sara didn't know what to do. She couldn't move him, didn't want to touch him in case she hurt him more. "Oh Nick, you are going to be alright. The paramedics are coming now. Just hold on OK."
The paramedics arrived and ushered Sara out of the cab. "Please miss, let us do our job."
Sara nodded and stood back. She remembered Warrick and turned to see he also was being treated. She didn't know what to do. Grissom came up and put his arm around her shoulder. "They will be fine. You'll see. They're going to be OK." She wasn't sure if he was comforting her or himself. Probably both.
Jim Brass walked up to them. "What the hell happened here? I was on my way back to see you when I cam across this. Is that Nick and Warrick?"
Sara nodded. Grissom, with his arm still across Sara's shoulder, spoke, "We were all on our way back to the lab. We came across an MVA and it was Warrick and Nick. We don't know what happened."
"Is there anyone in the other car?"
Grissom and Sara looked blankly at each other. "I don't know. I forgot all about the other car." Sara was ashamed of the fact that she didn't even check the other vehicle. As soon as she saw Warrick all thoughts of anyone else flew from her head.
"OK, I'll go and check. You two stay here with the boys."
Gil nodded and stood with Sara.
As Brass walked away another SUV, identical to theIr own pulled up. Catherine and Greg hopped out and wandered over.
"What have we got Gil," Catherine asked before she had a chance to really look at the scene. But one look AT Sara and Gil's face and she took another look. Dark blue SUV, paramedics treating what was apparently a dark man on the ground in front of it. Another lot of paramedics standing inside the cab trying to free what must be the driver. "Oh my God." She realised what had happened. So did Greg.
"Are they OK?" Greg asked, his indiscretion of this evening forgotten in the horror of the situation.
Sara was crying but explained, "We drove up and then Warrick was crawling out of the cab and then we saw Nick, he was just hanging there. We didn't know what to do."
Gil pulled Sara closer hushing her and trying to settle her sobs. "Nick had a pulse but I don't know what his condition is. Warrick was awake but not really with it. He was confused about where he was."
"No one in the other car and we can't seem to find a body anywhere." Brass returned to the group. "Looks like a hit and run the fucking bastard." Brass's tough exterior was showing a few cracks. "Don't worry guys, we'll find this son of a bitch, I promise."
Brass turned away to start the investigation. He hoped no one saw the tears that were now winding their way down his face. He quickly wiped them away and got to work. While not a homicide there was no way Brass was handing this over to anyone else.
One of the paramedics headed over to Gil. "We are taking this one now. He has a broken arm and head injuries but nothing seems too life threatening. We are taking him to Desert Palms Hospital."
Gil nodded, "What about Nick. How is he?"
The paramedic looked over at the car. "Don't know, I wasn't working on him but they will let you know as soon as they can." He left as they loaded Warrick into the back of the Ambulance. It left in a blaze of lights and sirens. He might not have had anything life threatening but they were still in a rush to get him back to the hospital.
"OK, easy now, take it slow." The paramedics and firemen working on Nick were lowering him carefully to a straight back board, turning him as they dropped him from his seat. He was already fitted with a neck collar. After what seemed like an eternity they had him out and placed him on a stretcher from the ambulance. Catherine started forward.
"Catherine, let them do their job." Cath looked back at Gil, they tears brimming in her eyes. She nodded and stood her ground.
They wasted no time loading him into the back of the Ambulance. They didn't even look him over once he was out of the car. That was not a good sign. Lights blazing and sirens blaring and it was off. Travelling faster than Warrick's. One of the firemen came over to talk to the group.
"He is in pretty serious shape. Head injuries, broken bones, possible spinal injury. Sorry they took off so fast but cases like this time is of the essence. They are taking him to Desert Palms, same as the other guy."
They stood there, shell shocked. None of them knowing what to do or what to say.