Thanks for the reviews. Disclaimer is the same as chapter 1.
We arrived back at the lab and I took the evidence we collected to Greg. When I walked in the lab, he was blaring his music. I wasn't sure what band it was, but it sounded pretty good. "Hey Greg."
He turned around in his chair and smiled. "Hey Sara." He quickly turned the music down. "It's good to see you."
"It's good to see you too. What group is that?" I asked still able to hear some of the lyrics.
"Kill Hannah. They're pretty awesome. The song's called Kennedy." He noticed the evidence bags in my hand. "So, what did you bring me?"
"Just some samples I need for you to run." I said and handed them to him.
"Awesome. I'll get this done right away."
"Thanks Greg." I turned around and headed toward the door.
"Hey Sara."
I turned around. "Yeah?"
"If you ever need to talk, I'm here." His expression was serious and his face looked older than usual.
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, that's what I kept telling everyone too after the explosion." Greg replied.
"I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say.
"I still have nightmares. I can smell the smoke and fell the heat. Sometimes I'll be sitting here in the lab and wonder if I'm going to survive the night."
I walked over to Greg and gave him a hug. I felt him squeeze my back and then he pulled away. I tried to give him a smile.
"Do you still have nightmares?" He asked me.
"Sometimes, but mine are different."
"Want to talk about them?"
"No, I'm sorry Greg." I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. "I need to go and check on Warrick. Page me when you get the results okay."
"Sure." Greg turned around and cranked his music up a little louder. I left the lab and headed straight for the break room. I needed some coffee. I walked in to find Nick fixing himself a cup. He smiled at me when I came in.
"Hey Sar."
"Hey Nicky, I hope that's fresh." I replied pointing at the coffee.
"Yep, just made it myself."
"Nice." He poured me a cup and we both sat down on the couch. I took a sip and sat the cup down on the table. "Man, I feel so exhausted."
"You look tired."
"Thanks a lot Nick." I said.
"I wasn't saying you look horrible, you just look like you could use some sleep."
"I will when I go home."
Nick took a sip of his coffee. "So, I guess you're not going to join us for breakfast."
"I'm sorry Nick. Can I take a rain check?"
Nick placed his hand on his chin. "Hmmm. Let me think about that for a moment. Do I want Sara Sidle having breakfast with me?" He glanced at me. "I guess that would be okay."
I had to laugh. "I'm sorry that decision was so hard for you to make. I hope you didn't damage any brain cells."
"Really funny Sar."
"I'm here all night." My pager went off. I glanced down and noticed it was from Greg. "That's Greg. He must have my results ready." I stood up and immediately fell back down.
"Sara." Nick set his cup down and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Honey, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just stood up way too fast."
"Are you sure?" Nick glanced down at my hands. "Because you're shaking."
I glanced down and realized not only were my hands shaking but so was my whole body. I started feeling sick, just like I did at the crime scene. I closed my eyes and willed the dizziness to go away.
"Sara. You're scaring me. I'm going to call Grissom and let him know I'm taking you home."
"Nick." I started but he cut me off.
"No Sara, you're going home. You shouldn't be here." Nick pulled out his cell phone and dialed Grissom's number. "Hey Griss, listen Sara's not feeling well and I'm going to take her home." He paused for a moment. "Yeah, I'll tell Warrick. Thanks Grissom." He hung the phone up and faced me. "Let's get you out of here."
"What about the case?"
"Warrick can handle it until I get back." Nick helped me up and draped his arm around me and we walked toward the parking deck. I was home before I knew it. Nick helped me inside and in my bed. After tucking me in, he kissed my forehead. "I'll be right back."
I nodded and closed my eyes. Nick was gone for a few minutes and came back in with a very upset look on his face.
"Sara, what are you doing to yourself?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have absolutely no food in your fridge or your cabinet. Why?"
"I just haven't been to the grocery store." I told him.
"Don't lie to me Sara." He sat down beside me as I leaned up. "When's the last time you ate something?"
I stared into his eyes and realized I couldn't lie to him. "Last week when you made me soup."
"WHAT?"
"Nick, I'm anorexic."
We arrived back at the lab and I took the evidence we collected to Greg. When I walked in the lab, he was blaring his music. I wasn't sure what band it was, but it sounded pretty good. "Hey Greg."
He turned around in his chair and smiled. "Hey Sara." He quickly turned the music down. "It's good to see you."
"It's good to see you too. What group is that?" I asked still able to hear some of the lyrics.
"Kill Hannah. They're pretty awesome. The song's called Kennedy." He noticed the evidence bags in my hand. "So, what did you bring me?"
"Just some samples I need for you to run." I said and handed them to him.
"Awesome. I'll get this done right away."
"Thanks Greg." I turned around and headed toward the door.
"Hey Sara."
I turned around. "Yeah?"
"If you ever need to talk, I'm here." His expression was serious and his face looked older than usual.
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, that's what I kept telling everyone too after the explosion." Greg replied.
"I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say.
"I still have nightmares. I can smell the smoke and fell the heat. Sometimes I'll be sitting here in the lab and wonder if I'm going to survive the night."
I walked over to Greg and gave him a hug. I felt him squeeze my back and then he pulled away. I tried to give him a smile.
"Do you still have nightmares?" He asked me.
"Sometimes, but mine are different."
"Want to talk about them?"
"No, I'm sorry Greg." I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. "I need to go and check on Warrick. Page me when you get the results okay."
"Sure." Greg turned around and cranked his music up a little louder. I left the lab and headed straight for the break room. I needed some coffee. I walked in to find Nick fixing himself a cup. He smiled at me when I came in.
"Hey Sar."
"Hey Nicky, I hope that's fresh." I replied pointing at the coffee.
"Yep, just made it myself."
"Nice." He poured me a cup and we both sat down on the couch. I took a sip and sat the cup down on the table. "Man, I feel so exhausted."
"You look tired."
"Thanks a lot Nick." I said.
"I wasn't saying you look horrible, you just look like you could use some sleep."
"I will when I go home."
Nick took a sip of his coffee. "So, I guess you're not going to join us for breakfast."
"I'm sorry Nick. Can I take a rain check?"
Nick placed his hand on his chin. "Hmmm. Let me think about that for a moment. Do I want Sara Sidle having breakfast with me?" He glanced at me. "I guess that would be okay."
I had to laugh. "I'm sorry that decision was so hard for you to make. I hope you didn't damage any brain cells."
"Really funny Sar."
"I'm here all night." My pager went off. I glanced down and noticed it was from Greg. "That's Greg. He must have my results ready." I stood up and immediately fell back down.
"Sara." Nick set his cup down and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Honey, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just stood up way too fast."
"Are you sure?" Nick glanced down at my hands. "Because you're shaking."
I glanced down and realized not only were my hands shaking but so was my whole body. I started feeling sick, just like I did at the crime scene. I closed my eyes and willed the dizziness to go away.
"Sara. You're scaring me. I'm going to call Grissom and let him know I'm taking you home."
"Nick." I started but he cut me off.
"No Sara, you're going home. You shouldn't be here." Nick pulled out his cell phone and dialed Grissom's number. "Hey Griss, listen Sara's not feeling well and I'm going to take her home." He paused for a moment. "Yeah, I'll tell Warrick. Thanks Grissom." He hung the phone up and faced me. "Let's get you out of here."
"What about the case?"
"Warrick can handle it until I get back." Nick helped me up and draped his arm around me and we walked toward the parking deck. I was home before I knew it. Nick helped me inside and in my bed. After tucking me in, he kissed my forehead. "I'll be right back."
I nodded and closed my eyes. Nick was gone for a few minutes and came back in with a very upset look on his face.
"Sara, what are you doing to yourself?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have absolutely no food in your fridge or your cabinet. Why?"
"I just haven't been to the grocery store." I told him.
"Don't lie to me Sara." He sat down beside me as I leaned up. "When's the last time you ate something?"
I stared into his eyes and realized I couldn't lie to him. "Last week when you made me soup."
"WHAT?"
"Nick, I'm anorexic."