Author's Note: Gee, two chapters in one day! You should be proud of me!

P.S. I'm currently looking for a beta anyone interested can e-mail me.

Chapter Three
(Nick)

I was in the ballistics lab by myself.

I heard it before I saw and felt it.

Ballistics plus explosions equal bad things, especially for those in the lab.

Like me.

Currently, I'm trapped under tons of debris.

A ceiling beam has my stomach area pinned under it.

Life pretty much sucks right now.

I tried to reach my cell phone.

No such luck.

I hope someone called 911, the paramedics, firemen, or something.

I feel blood on my leg.

I can't move one of my arms.

I leaned over slightly and saw immediately that it was broken.

I yell for help to no answer.

I'm trying to reposition my self without upsetting the beam. It's a slow process.

I pray that everyone else is okay.

I have no clue what happened.

Obviously, there were bombs, how they got there, other CSI's will investigate.

I have a feeling they won't let us work the case.

Every minute here seems like an eternity.

I can't see my watch.

It's getting hard to breathe in my current position.

Review!! More to come tomorrow, or if I'm feeling particularly creative today, but I doubt it.