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Chapter 3
~Nick~
Nick felt his body being carried with the mud. So far, he had struggled, but managed to stay above it. He coughed and sputtered as mud would splash into his face and mouth. He strained his body to turn and try to see Sara. He had heard her call out his name, but he hadn't heard anything else from her.
His hand reached out to grab hold of anything that he could brace himself with. They were in a ravine, and the mud and water just kept on flowing.
"Sara!" He shouted, trying to find her, hoping she would answer his call.
He reached out and grabbed a passing tree. He held on for dear life as he pulled himself out of the sliding mud. "Sara!!" He shouted. The rain had continued to fall, and were hampering his call. He sat down, his head in his hands. She's gone. She's not here. I can't find her. What am I going to do? His breath came in short gasps. It was then he realized he was crying. What if I can't find her? What will I do without her?? Where is she?
I
can't stand to fly
I'm not that nieve
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
~Gil and Catherine~
I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a
plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
Catherine looked over at the clock. Nick and Sara should have radioed in about their decomp hours ago. "Gil, why haven't they radioed us?"
Grissom merely shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know Catherine." He too looked at the clock. It wasn't making sense. Both Nick and Sara would have at least made contact with them to inform them that they had the decomp and that they were just processing the scene. But they hadn't called.
Brass walked into the room. "Why don't you two just go home? There is a storm raging on out there, and I'm sure that's causing interference between their radios and ours."
The lights flickered in the room, and Catherine gripped onto Gil's arm. "Sorry, it's just that I don't like storms."
Grissom looked over at her. "Good thing that Eddie has Lindsay."
Catherine nodded. Both Eddie and Lindsay loved storms. "I want to wait here to find out if there is any news from them. I don't feel right leaving."
Warrick ran up to them. "We've got a problem."
"What's that?"
"There is no decomp." Warrick stated as calmly as possible.
"What?" Grissom looked at him, surprised.
"There is no decomp." Warrick repeated.
"So that means that Nick and Sara are out there in the storm, for nothing?" Grissom said.
Catherine shook her head. "They've been set up."
Warrick sighed. "I bet this is Hank's doing."
"How…?" Brass broke in. "He's locked up."
Catherine smiled ruefully. "Doesn't mean he no longer has friends on the outside." She looked at Brass. "We need to find out if he has had any visitors, and we need to have someone check his room."
Brass nodded. "Righto… I'm going to get some guys on that right now."
Warrick flopped down on one of the chairs at the table. "I wonder if Nick and Sara were even dropped off before the storm hit."
Grissom shrugged his shoulders. "Let's wait and see what the evidence tells us."
It
may sound absurd, but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed, but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
~Nick and Sara~
He had been sitting for a few moments when he saw her. Part of her body was still in the mud, the other half on what you could call the shore. She lay there, her face turned toward him. Running as fast as his numb legs would take him, he raced toward her. "Sara." He said, dropping down onto his knees beside her. First he checked for her pulse, which was thankfully drumming steadily. Bracing himself against a tree, the pulled her out of the mud slowly. He turned her over, so that he was cradling her in his lap. "Sara." She must have hit her head. He thought to himself as he touched her face. It was discolored, bruises littering her once pale features.
Nick took his pack off his back and stood. Slowly, he scanned the area for shelter. Not far from them was a tree with low branches, creating a small shelter. Gingerly, he bent down to pick her up. His own limbs felt like dead weight as he struggled to carry her normally slight form toward the tree. He put her down underneath it, and then went back for his pack that he had left behind.
Back beside Sara, he opened up his pack. Pulling out a space blanket, he settled in behind Sara, having her lean against him. Body heat was the best way to conserve heat and energy. He wrapped them both in the blanket.
Sara's body was shivering, almost as much as his own. Fighting off the chill was not easy. He reached for his belt, where the radio had once been. "It must have fallen off, not that it would have been much use anyway."
Sara stirred against him, the pain of the movement causing her to moan.
Nick winced, having forgotten about her right leg. She had probably broken her ankle, if not at least sprained it. He reached into pack, and thought at first of wrapping her ankle, but decided against it. He knew that keeping her boot on would be the best brace for her ankle. He sagged against the tree and sighed. Exhaustion worked into his weary bones. His eyes started drooping, and the next thing he knew, he was asleep.
~Hank~
Up,
up and away, away from me
It's all right, You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything
He sat in his cell, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He had been kept abreast of the Nick and Sara situation, and he was liking the odds. His visitor had been by earlier, telling him that Nick and Sara had successfully made the drop to go and find their decomp. The storm had just been an added bonus. He felt like a kid at Christmas. He signaled to the guard that he wanted to make his one phone call of the day.
He dialed the familiar number. "Do it." He said when they answered.
~Grissom and Catherine~
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive.
Men want men to ride
With clouds between their knees.
They were sitting in the break room, watching the news, waiting for Nick or Sara to contact them. The lights flickered again before going out. Catherine jump and hung on to Grissom, who calmly waited for the generators to kick in.
Warrick came running up to them. "I hate to be a bearer of bad new, but we have another problem."
"We know, the power is out." Catherine muttered.
"No. Worse." Warrick said, his voice strained.
Grissom eyed him funny. "What is it?"
"The helicopter that had been carrying Nick and Sara to the drop sight has crashed."
I'm only a man on a silly red sheet
Diggin' for kryptonite on this one way street.
I'm only a man on a funny red sheet.
Lookin for special things inside of me.
Inside of me
Inside of me
Inside of me
Inside of me.
~Nick and Sara~
The night grew longer and the rain continued. Nick held Sara to him even in his sleep. His slumber was dreamless, as was her unconsciousness. They had no idea what was going on around them; that the helicopter had crashed, and that everyone at the crime lab was worried that they had been killed in the crash.
I'm only a man on a funny red sheet.
I"m only a man lookin' for a dream
I'm only a man on a funny red sheet
Lookin' for special things inside of me
(boo hoo hoo)
It's not easy to be me.
A/N: Song: Superman by: Five for Fighting. Album: American Town ©2000
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