Disclaimer: (I didn't have one of these in the first couple of chapters so I thought I'd better add one) I don't own Grissom, Sara, Warrick, Nick, Greg or Catherine even though I wish I did. All the other characters are my creation, and will obviously remain that way.
For those who don't know how to play Snap
"Snap" is a card game where all the cards in the deck are dealt out. Every player holds their cards face down so they don't know what they have, in turn; each player puts their top card face up on an extra pile. This keeps happening until a pair shows up and the first person to slap their hand on the upturned pile adds it face down to the bottom of their deck. It goes on until one player has all the cards.
Gee I never realised that snap was so confusing (
Anyway – Back to the story .........
It took Sara several long seconds to realise that she was upside-down and hanging from her safety belt in the plane, beside her Grissom cursed as he unbuckled and fell onto the ceiling with a dull thud.
Somewhere to her right she could hear the slow drip, drip, dripping of water. Following Gil's lead she dropped down beside him and stretched her body to relieve some of the tension that had suddenly built up.
"What's that noise?" she asked Grissom, not sure whether the others were conscious yet "sounds like water"
"Something must have burst when we crashed" he replied off-handed "maybe we were sitting near the water supply"
"Is everyone alright?" Sara asked the room in General as she groped through her carry bag for her torch.
"If you count the fact that Warrick has a death grip on my hand then yeah, I'm great" Catherine replied dryly "how 'bout you Nick?" she freed herself and dropped down next to the other two.
"Yeah, a little shaken, but I'll live" Nick joined them "Greg, man you still with us?"
"I'm accounted for" Greg fell to the ceiling as Grissom had done and stumbled around a bit until he gained his balance "Warrick, you O.K.?"
Sara, who'd finally realised that it was Nick's bag she'd been riffling through, produced her flashlight from her backpack and clicked it on. Facing her were four extremely dishelved CSI's, Nick's shirt was on back to front and there was a small patch of blood on his forehead. Catherine's hair looked like it had just come out of the fast spin cycle of her washing machine, and Greg, who hadn't had time to don his shirt, was covered from head to waist in goose bumps and was hurriedly slipping his T-Shirt over his head.
She shone the light around the cabin and had to swallow a scream when she realised what she was seeing. Behind her some one gasped and she thought she heard Catherine yell out, the roaring returned to her ears and she dropped her flashlight.
Warrick hung before them, his eyes open and staring blankly straight ahead, the realisation dawned on them that it had not been a broken pipe that was dripping water that they had heard, but the body of their colleague, dripping blood.
Sara tried to avert her eyes, but she couldn't help staring at the cavity in his chest. He hadn't died in the crash; she'd been on enough cases to know that he'd been shot at close range with a high-powered weapon.
It seemed like forever before anyone spoke, finally Grissom cleared his throat "We've got to get out"
"What" Cath asked furiously "you want us to just leave him here?"
"We don't know how much damage was done to the plane on impact, and there's nothing we can do for him now, we have to get out" Grissom explained as calmly as he could
"He's right" Nick swallowed the urge to vomit "I'll go and see if I can find the pilot"
"I'll go with you" Greg volunteered as he scooped up Sara's flashlight, anxious to get out of the cabin
"Come on Catherine" Grissom said gently kneeling next to her and producing his own torch, he looked at her face and realised only too late that she and Warrick had been closer than he thought. He had to get her out before she suffered more shock "Sara I'll need a hand"
"Right" she was only too happy to keep herself busy and not have to think about Warrick "where are we going?"
"There's an emergency exit just up the corridor, if we're lucky we'll be able to jump out"
Together they half carried her to the emergency exit, and while Grissom supported her, Sara kicked open the hatch and watched the blow up slide inflate "Well, it would be handy if we weren't upside-down" she commented with sarcastic irony
Greg led Nick through the empty corridor, feeling surreal at walking on the ceiling and trying to avoid stepping on a light. It only took them a few seconds to reach the cockpit, but when they did they realised that they would rather be back with Warrick.
The windshield had been half torn off, but the remaining part was riddled with bullet holes. Nick looked up at the dash and realised that the plane would never fly again. In the corner the body of a man dressed in black lay unmoving in a pool of his own blood, clutching a semi-automatic riffle. Another man wearing a white airline uniform was kneeling over a third body, this time it was the form of a young a woman.
"She's dead" the pilot said forlornly looking up at the two intruders "he killed her" he whispered, stroking her face with a blood stained hand "he killed my co-pilot"
It wasn't hard for Nick to put two and two together, he stalked over to the corner and yanked the mans body out into the corridor. It was a shock for him to hear him moan and open his eyes.
"You bastard" Nick spat in his face "you fucking bastard" he threw the feeble form down violently and began to kick him in the ribs
"No" gasped the man "Please"
"You killed my best friend!" roared Nick, and in a mindless rage he grabbed a fresh wound on the terrorists arm and twisted it as hard as he could.
TBC
For those who don't know how to play Snap
"Snap" is a card game where all the cards in the deck are dealt out. Every player holds their cards face down so they don't know what they have, in turn; each player puts their top card face up on an extra pile. This keeps happening until a pair shows up and the first person to slap their hand on the upturned pile adds it face down to the bottom of their deck. It goes on until one player has all the cards.
Gee I never realised that snap was so confusing (
Anyway – Back to the story .........
It took Sara several long seconds to realise that she was upside-down and hanging from her safety belt in the plane, beside her Grissom cursed as he unbuckled and fell onto the ceiling with a dull thud.
Somewhere to her right she could hear the slow drip, drip, dripping of water. Following Gil's lead she dropped down beside him and stretched her body to relieve some of the tension that had suddenly built up.
"What's that noise?" she asked Grissom, not sure whether the others were conscious yet "sounds like water"
"Something must have burst when we crashed" he replied off-handed "maybe we were sitting near the water supply"
"Is everyone alright?" Sara asked the room in General as she groped through her carry bag for her torch.
"If you count the fact that Warrick has a death grip on my hand then yeah, I'm great" Catherine replied dryly "how 'bout you Nick?" she freed herself and dropped down next to the other two.
"Yeah, a little shaken, but I'll live" Nick joined them "Greg, man you still with us?"
"I'm accounted for" Greg fell to the ceiling as Grissom had done and stumbled around a bit until he gained his balance "Warrick, you O.K.?"
Sara, who'd finally realised that it was Nick's bag she'd been riffling through, produced her flashlight from her backpack and clicked it on. Facing her were four extremely dishelved CSI's, Nick's shirt was on back to front and there was a small patch of blood on his forehead. Catherine's hair looked like it had just come out of the fast spin cycle of her washing machine, and Greg, who hadn't had time to don his shirt, was covered from head to waist in goose bumps and was hurriedly slipping his T-Shirt over his head.
She shone the light around the cabin and had to swallow a scream when she realised what she was seeing. Behind her some one gasped and she thought she heard Catherine yell out, the roaring returned to her ears and she dropped her flashlight.
Warrick hung before them, his eyes open and staring blankly straight ahead, the realisation dawned on them that it had not been a broken pipe that was dripping water that they had heard, but the body of their colleague, dripping blood.
Sara tried to avert her eyes, but she couldn't help staring at the cavity in his chest. He hadn't died in the crash; she'd been on enough cases to know that he'd been shot at close range with a high-powered weapon.
It seemed like forever before anyone spoke, finally Grissom cleared his throat "We've got to get out"
"What" Cath asked furiously "you want us to just leave him here?"
"We don't know how much damage was done to the plane on impact, and there's nothing we can do for him now, we have to get out" Grissom explained as calmly as he could
"He's right" Nick swallowed the urge to vomit "I'll go and see if I can find the pilot"
"I'll go with you" Greg volunteered as he scooped up Sara's flashlight, anxious to get out of the cabin
"Come on Catherine" Grissom said gently kneeling next to her and producing his own torch, he looked at her face and realised only too late that she and Warrick had been closer than he thought. He had to get her out before she suffered more shock "Sara I'll need a hand"
"Right" she was only too happy to keep herself busy and not have to think about Warrick "where are we going?"
"There's an emergency exit just up the corridor, if we're lucky we'll be able to jump out"
Together they half carried her to the emergency exit, and while Grissom supported her, Sara kicked open the hatch and watched the blow up slide inflate "Well, it would be handy if we weren't upside-down" she commented with sarcastic irony
Greg led Nick through the empty corridor, feeling surreal at walking on the ceiling and trying to avoid stepping on a light. It only took them a few seconds to reach the cockpit, but when they did they realised that they would rather be back with Warrick.
The windshield had been half torn off, but the remaining part was riddled with bullet holes. Nick looked up at the dash and realised that the plane would never fly again. In the corner the body of a man dressed in black lay unmoving in a pool of his own blood, clutching a semi-automatic riffle. Another man wearing a white airline uniform was kneeling over a third body, this time it was the form of a young a woman.
"She's dead" the pilot said forlornly looking up at the two intruders "he killed her" he whispered, stroking her face with a blood stained hand "he killed my co-pilot"
It wasn't hard for Nick to put two and two together, he stalked over to the corner and yanked the mans body out into the corridor. It was a shock for him to hear him moan and open his eyes.
"You bastard" Nick spat in his face "you fucking bastard" he threw the feeble form down violently and began to kick him in the ribs
"No" gasped the man "Please"
"You killed my best friend!" roared Nick, and in a mindless rage he grabbed a fresh wound on the terrorists arm and twisted it as hard as he could.
TBC