Coma Dream

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI it belongs to Jerry Bruckenheimer

Spoilers: 'Playing with Fire' from Season 3

Author note: While I was waiting for Season 5 to hit the UK, I was re-watching every episode I could and because of this my weird mind started thinking lots of 'what ifs' and this is the result. So this story is basically a branch off from the episode 'playing with fire'. Sorry for such a short first chapter, reviews will make the second much longer. I'm dedicating this story to my coolest friend Lor because she always knows how to make me smile.

Sara stops and sighs, 'Never mind. He's busy.' She turns to go back to her lunch and in the DNA lab Greg turns to try to find the source of that burning plastic smell. At that moment, the source of the smell explodes. Shattered glass flies everywhere and Greg is catapulted out of the lab and lands on the floor of the corridor outside. Sara is thrown, by the force of the explosion into the wall but she had already started to duck for cover so both her hand and her abdomen smack off the corner of the wall. She sees Greg close his eyes in pain and she feels like doing the same but her brain has switched off and all that's left is survival instinct. Somehow she pulls herself to her feet and stumbles out of the crime lab-turned-mad house. Once outside she sits down on the side of the sidewalk feeling safe now. Grissom follows the gurney with Greg on it out of the lab and as the doors of the ambulance shut he looks around disorientated and sees Nick come running, coughing out of the main doors and the same moment as Catherine and Warrick pull up in their car.

"What the hell happened!" Catherine asked as her and Warrick stared at the smoke rising from the lab. Grissom didn't seem to be with them as he stared worriedly at the building so Nick told the others what he knew. Suddenly Grissom rejoined the rest of the world with a bump. He spun round and said, "Where's Sara?" The rest of the team looked around, until they spotted her curled over herself on the pavement. They all ran to her, "Sara!"

"Huh?" She looked up wearing an expression of confusion

"Are you okay, hun?"

"I'm fine. Cleanup's gonna be something. We should get started." The team exchanged worried looks, there was something in the way she spoke which told them she wasn't fine at all. She knew that of course, because of the pain spreading across her stomach. Warrick crouched down straight in front of her and laid his hand on hers,

"Sara? Look straight at me." He looked into her usually sparkling brown eyes and saw that they were distant and unfocussed. "Griss, she needs to see a medic! Right now!" As he said this Nick and Catherine saw her eyes' shut and her head loll backwards.

"Watch out!" Cath yelled. Warrick tightened his grip on her hand, Nick rushed behind her and between the two of them, they lowered her to the ground.

"Grissom! Go and get a medic!" Nick got out his flashlight and shined it in her eye, with no response. Catherine felt for a pulse and found one though not as strong as she'd hoped to find. "Erm, guys?" Warrick's voice was full of fear and uncertainty.

Catherine and Nick looked up to see Warrick drawing back Sara's T-shirt to reveal a large yellow and purple bruise starting to form.

"Oh, that cannot be good"