Author's note: Sorry for the delay, guys, but, wow, have things been hectic!! But
schools back and all I do during classes is write! So, here is the next chapter of "Stuck!"
Yay!!
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to the other co-section leader of the trumpet squad, Becca Neeland, who helps with keeping the other trumpets in line, and keeping morale up!
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Greg looked up from the latest issue of "Surf and Sand Monthly" to look at the clock that hung on the wall. He frowned, and double-checked it against his own watch. They were the same.
Greg sighed as he swiveled around in his chair, looking out into the hallway. His eyes scanned the crowd for Sara. He squinted his eyes in concentration, but no one even came close to resembling her. He did see another familiar face, though. He jumped out of his seat when he saw Warrick pass by.
Running to the doorway, his eyes followed his lanky form though the crowd. Greg poked his head around the corner and leaned on it to catch his breath. As he did, he called for Warrick.
Warrick stopped and turned around, giving Greg a small lop-sided grin as he sauntered up to the lab rat.
"What's up, Greg?"
"Have you seen Sara?"
Warrick shook his head, "No, Nick was working a case with her tonight."
"Nick? He brought some evidence into trace earlier, but I didn't see her with him. Warrick, she ALWAYS comes in with her evidence!" said Greg.
"Man, you're losing it," said Warrick, "Sara doesn't always come in with her evidence, and for all you know, she's down with Doc Robbins and her D.B."
Greg shook his head, "Nope. I've already checked. I've also checked all the other labs; A.V., ballistics… no one has seen her. Heck, I've even tried Grissom's office!"
Warrick chuckled at Greg. He knew that he had a crush on Sara, but he had no idea as to what extent. Warrick patted him on the shoulder and turned around to leave, but bumped into Nick instead.
"Whoa, valuable stuff, coming through," Nick said.
"Man, your evidence is fine."
"Who said I was talking about the evidence?" Nick grinned, pretending to wipe dirt off his shoulder.
Warrick huffed and shook his head.
"Good luck with your missing person, Greg," he said as he walked out.
"Missing person?" Nick asked as he set down his evidence in front of Greg.
"Yeah, Sara. You're working with her tonight, do you know where she is?"
Nick leaned back against the table as Greg opened up the bindle and slid the hair out onto a microscope slide, "Yeah, she has some stuff to do, so she left me at the scene. Why?"
"No reason," said Greg, letting out a sigh of relief.
Silently, the two worked on the hair, Nick quietly watching Greg as he carefully worked to extract DNA from the skin tag at the end of the hair. The silence, though, was soon interrupted.
"Guys, you gotta come see this," said Warrick as he ran up to the lab door.
Nick and Greg looked at each other, then back at the door, but Warrick was already weaving his way down the hallway to the break room. Nick and Greg quickly followed.
The break room was empty except for Warrick and Catherine, who sat close to the TV. Nick stood next to Warrick, his eyes glued to the screen.
"What's going on?" Nick asked.
"We were watching the news and they broke in. They said that a CSI had been in an accident," said Warrick.
"Shhhh, it's coming back on," said Greg.
"Breaking news tonight. An accident on Highway 85 has left one person in critical condition tonight at a local hospital. The victim is Las Vegas CSI Sara Sidle, who was on duty at the time of the accident…"
A picture flashed up on the screen of a serious Sara, her lips barely turned up in a smile. It was her employee picture.
Catherine reached over and turned off the TV before wiping the tears off her face. Nick shook his head as he fell into the nearest chair. "No. It's not her. They just think it's her. Mistaken identity, that's all."
"Nick…" whispered Catherine.
"NO! It's not here, damn it!" Nick slammed his fists on the table. Greg flinched, and sat down. Catherine bit her lip and turned her head.
"It can't be her," said Greg quietly, "We haven't heard anything from Grissom, and he'd be the first to know, right?"
"Yeah, yeah he would be," said Warrick, trying to sound hopeful.
As if on cue a cell phone went off. Everyone quickly checked their phones, but only Catherine flipped hers open.
"Willows."
On the other end Catherine could her someone sniffle, then clear their throat. She heard her name being said by a tired, scratchy voice of someone who had been crying. Her heart sank when she realized who it was.
"Grissom?"
"Catherine… you all should come to the hospital. There's… there's been an accident. Sara…" he paused and took a quivery breath, "They don't think she's going to make it."
Catherine nodded slowly, "Ok, we'll be there a.s.a.p."
She hung up her phone and slid it back into her pocket. She lowered her head into her hands.
"Oh God," whispered Warrick.
"We need to get to the hospital," said Catherine as she stood up.
The CSI's nodded, and stood up to follow her, quickly making their way to their vehicles.
After all, who knew how much time Sara had left.
Yay!!
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to the other co-section leader of the trumpet squad, Becca Neeland, who helps with keeping the other trumpets in line, and keeping morale up!
……….
Greg looked up from the latest issue of "Surf and Sand Monthly" to look at the clock that hung on the wall. He frowned, and double-checked it against his own watch. They were the same.
Greg sighed as he swiveled around in his chair, looking out into the hallway. His eyes scanned the crowd for Sara. He squinted his eyes in concentration, but no one even came close to resembling her. He did see another familiar face, though. He jumped out of his seat when he saw Warrick pass by.
Running to the doorway, his eyes followed his lanky form though the crowd. Greg poked his head around the corner and leaned on it to catch his breath. As he did, he called for Warrick.
Warrick stopped and turned around, giving Greg a small lop-sided grin as he sauntered up to the lab rat.
"What's up, Greg?"
"Have you seen Sara?"
Warrick shook his head, "No, Nick was working a case with her tonight."
"Nick? He brought some evidence into trace earlier, but I didn't see her with him. Warrick, she ALWAYS comes in with her evidence!" said Greg.
"Man, you're losing it," said Warrick, "Sara doesn't always come in with her evidence, and for all you know, she's down with Doc Robbins and her D.B."
Greg shook his head, "Nope. I've already checked. I've also checked all the other labs; A.V., ballistics… no one has seen her. Heck, I've even tried Grissom's office!"
Warrick chuckled at Greg. He knew that he had a crush on Sara, but he had no idea as to what extent. Warrick patted him on the shoulder and turned around to leave, but bumped into Nick instead.
"Whoa, valuable stuff, coming through," Nick said.
"Man, your evidence is fine."
"Who said I was talking about the evidence?" Nick grinned, pretending to wipe dirt off his shoulder.
Warrick huffed and shook his head.
"Good luck with your missing person, Greg," he said as he walked out.
"Missing person?" Nick asked as he set down his evidence in front of Greg.
"Yeah, Sara. You're working with her tonight, do you know where she is?"
Nick leaned back against the table as Greg opened up the bindle and slid the hair out onto a microscope slide, "Yeah, she has some stuff to do, so she left me at the scene. Why?"
"No reason," said Greg, letting out a sigh of relief.
Silently, the two worked on the hair, Nick quietly watching Greg as he carefully worked to extract DNA from the skin tag at the end of the hair. The silence, though, was soon interrupted.
"Guys, you gotta come see this," said Warrick as he ran up to the lab door.
Nick and Greg looked at each other, then back at the door, but Warrick was already weaving his way down the hallway to the break room. Nick and Greg quickly followed.
The break room was empty except for Warrick and Catherine, who sat close to the TV. Nick stood next to Warrick, his eyes glued to the screen.
"What's going on?" Nick asked.
"We were watching the news and they broke in. They said that a CSI had been in an accident," said Warrick.
"Shhhh, it's coming back on," said Greg.
"Breaking news tonight. An accident on Highway 85 has left one person in critical condition tonight at a local hospital. The victim is Las Vegas CSI Sara Sidle, who was on duty at the time of the accident…"
A picture flashed up on the screen of a serious Sara, her lips barely turned up in a smile. It was her employee picture.
Catherine reached over and turned off the TV before wiping the tears off her face. Nick shook his head as he fell into the nearest chair. "No. It's not her. They just think it's her. Mistaken identity, that's all."
"Nick…" whispered Catherine.
"NO! It's not here, damn it!" Nick slammed his fists on the table. Greg flinched, and sat down. Catherine bit her lip and turned her head.
"It can't be her," said Greg quietly, "We haven't heard anything from Grissom, and he'd be the first to know, right?"
"Yeah, yeah he would be," said Warrick, trying to sound hopeful.
As if on cue a cell phone went off. Everyone quickly checked their phones, but only Catherine flipped hers open.
"Willows."
On the other end Catherine could her someone sniffle, then clear their throat. She heard her name being said by a tired, scratchy voice of someone who had been crying. Her heart sank when she realized who it was.
"Grissom?"
"Catherine… you all should come to the hospital. There's… there's been an accident. Sara…" he paused and took a quivery breath, "They don't think she's going to make it."
Catherine nodded slowly, "Ok, we'll be there a.s.a.p."
She hung up her phone and slid it back into her pocket. She lowered her head into her hands.
"Oh God," whispered Warrick.
"We need to get to the hospital," said Catherine as she stood up.
The CSI's nodded, and stood up to follow her, quickly making their way to their vehicles.
After all, who knew how much time Sara had left.