Disclaimer: Try as hard as I might, Sara is still not my best friend, and I still don't own anything to do with CSI. Or much else for that matter. However I do own Ronald Simpson. Yes Uncle Ronnie, if you ever read this, he's you!

A/N: Ok guys, here's chapter 3, hope you enjoy. Thanks for all your comments. And yes Cherrydrops12 I am in New Zealand, and CSI really is worldwide. I've watched it both in Scotland, and in New Zealand.

Chapter 3

Nick and Warrick looked at the two vehicles; one smashed in the front, Sara's smashed on the passenger's side.

"It's going to be so hard to apply the 'Case had no Face' rule to this one Warrick". Nick observed.

Sara was like a little sister to him, and he couldn't get over the fact that she was hurt, and possibly in trouble as well with this one.

"Well, from what I can see so far, I don't think that Sara was at fault here, no matted what the other driver's saying." Warrick replied.

"Yeah?" Nick queried. "Cath was pretty quick to believe that Sara was at fault."

"I really don't know what Catherine's problem with Sara is at the present."

"Anyway, back to this, what makes you think Sara wasn't at fault?" Nick asked.

"Look at the tyre marks. While you were talking to Grissom I compared the treads to the two vehicles. Sara was travelling straight along this road. The other car over there, it's left dark marks coming out of that side street. I don't think they stopped at that stop sign."

"You know, I think you might be right." Nick said.

"Well, Sara may not have reacted quickly enough to get out of the way, but from my preliminary observations, that's all she did wrong." Warrick replied.

"Let's get this photographed, and then get these cars back to the garage."

"You start with the pictures. I'm going to tell Brass to re interview the other driver, also go and see what the uniforms have got out of those eye witnesses over there." Warrick answered.

"Sure thing man."

Nick got out his numbers and rulers and started with photographing the tyre marks.

'Warrick was right' He thought.' Sara's go straight, but the sports car's come really dark from the side.'

There was no pause in the marks, if anything they got darker. Nick was dying to find out what speed the sports car was travelling at. They were in a 30 mile zone, and he was sure it must have been travelling at least twice that. It definitely made no attempt at stopping.

After he'd finished with the tyre marks, he went on to get pictures of both of the vehicles, photographing from every angle, before he went to get the towies to take the vehicles back to the garage.

Meanwhile, Warrick was with the uniforms who were interviewing the eye witnesses and taking statements.

Warrick saw Nick making his way towards him and left the cops to speak with him.

"Most to the witnesses support the evidence in the tyre tracks. Just about everybody said the same - the yellow sports car didn't stop, and most said it was going at excessive speed." Warrick told him.

"Personally, I'd say that was evident by that huge dent in the side of Sara's car, man". Nick replied.

"True. Have you got the pictures done?" Warrick asked.

"Yes. And the towies are 10/2. I'm just going to scrounge around and see if there's any other evidence that needs collected, then wait with the vehicles until the towies get here.

A little while later a tow truck with a no - nonsense driver came to a stop just outside the yellow crime tape.

Nick walked over as the towie jumped out.

"You Nick Stokes?" Asked the grey haired driver.

"Yep. And you are?" Nick replied.

"Ronald Simpson" The towie answered.

"Let's see your id" Nick said.

"Sure thing," Ronald answered as he handed over his id card to Nick.

"Great. Do you want some help getting these two vehicles hooked up?"

"Yeah, that would be great." Ronald answered. "Lets get these back to your garage. Must have been one hell of a smash."

"We're still trying to peace it all together, but I would not want to have been in either of these two cars.

"Aye, I think I'd agree with you there mate.

Meanwhile, Warrick got back to the lab, and was sitting in the break room trying to sort through the witness statements, wanting to get some order between them and the photo's he'd taken to go with the statement.

Brass came in and helped himself to a coffee, then sat down with Warrick.

"So, getting any clear messages?" He asked.

"The yellow car was going at excessive speed and never stopped as it came out the side street, seems to be the ever repeating theme." Warrick answered him. "Nick's with the towie bringing the vehicles back here."

They were quiet for a few moments before Brass had to ask.

"Have you heard how Sara is?" He asked.

"Not personally. Nick rang Grissom before Catherine headed over to the hospital to give him a heads up. Grissom told Nick she was sedated on medication for her concussion, and she's got a lot of scrapes and bruises, other than that we really don't know."

"Is Grissom with her?" Brass asked.

"Yeah, he is." Warrick replied.

"Why am I not surprised?" Brass said.

Just then the phone in the break room rang and Warrick reached out to answer it.

"Brown"
"Oh good Warrick, your there." Said Grissom's voice on the other end.

"Hi Grissom" Warrick replied. "How is she?"
"Still about the same. Can you do me a favour?"
"Sure, anything."
"Tell Greg Sara and I aren't going to be there tonight, and try and get someone to cover for us. I don't care how Ecklie gets right now, I'm staying right here."

"How was Catherine?"
"Haven't seen her yet. Hopefully she's still having battles with the front counter staff." Grissom replied "Hang on a minute"

"No worries"

"Catherine's coming up, I've got to go."
"Ok. I'll see what I can do about covering your shift. Give our love to Sara when she wakes up."

"Will do, bye Warrick."

"Bye and good luck."

"How I'd love to be a fly on the wall in that hospital room" Warrick commented to Brass across the table

"I only got half of that conversation, but I have to agree with you there Rick."

A/N: Over here 10/2 Dispatched, on there way.