This is really morbid. I wrote it after one of the fourth season episodes… as usually I own nothing…
Blah blah blah….
As if they'd even get anything from me by suing…ah well.
If you want to rip this off and claim it as your own, go for it… I consider it a compliment… one requirement. If you do that, please just let me know… I have no problems… I just want to feel special.
Two Minutes
It had been two minutes since Sara had pulled her gun and aimed it at the asshole who decided to bring out his shotgun to threaten her. Those two minutes between the time that she had pulled her gun and the time that she saw the reflection of the blue and red sirens in the suspects face seemed like an eternity.
She didn't see Grissom pull up in his Denali, or Brass in his undercover Taurus, both jumping out with their guns drawn. The suspect must have felt he was backed too far into a corner as soon as he spotted them.
At that point in her life, Sara couldn't have cared less what the suspect felt. He was going to jail. She didn't care that the end of the rifle was aimed directly at her, that is until the suspect's finger applied pressure to the trigger.
The bullet ripped through the flesh and muscle of her body. She felt and intense burning, followed by an icy coldness that spread like a fire through a gasoline soaked object.
Time seemed to stand still as she let gravity take over and pull her the direction the bullet had traveled through her.
As she fell back to the ground, she heard the thunderous sound of a gun behind her, Grissom had fired his weapon before the metal had even pierced through her. Unfortunately, her mind confused the events and mixed the order they happened in. The last sound she heard before her world went black, was his voice… calling out her name.