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I know I know, new story AGAIN! I can never seem to stick with one thing. This story;s been bothering me for a while – I guess I'll give my shot at the "your in the hospital ill take care of you " scenario.
I think I just gave it away…..
Anyway, there will be spoilers for Grave Danger in the next chapters, but that's all I can think of to say for now.
Ta-Ta!
DISCLAIMER – not mine. I know, you're surprised.
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Sara snuck another glance at Nick as he processed the scene, and she was glad his back was turned, because one, he couldn't see her looking at him, and two, she could have an unobstructed view of his behind.
It was a hot day; Nick had stripped to merely a wife beater and even Sara only had on a tank top. They both had donned their CSI Forensics hats in hopes to beat the sun – so far, they were loosing.
Sara giggled to herself, but it was short lived. Nick turned on the balls of his feet and called across the street to her.
"Whatcha laughin at Sidle?" he asked, and Sara swore under her breath.
"Just thought of something…" she tried to blow it off, But Nick wasn't having it.
"What?" he pressed.
"Nothing." She pressed back.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"What?"
"Nothing!"
A few moments of silence passed, and though she didn't dare look at him behind her, Sara smiled as she realized Nick must have given up.
"They weren't…carnal thoughts, were they Miss Sidle?" Sara nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt Nick behind her. She hadn't heard him cross the street, and suddenly she felt very hot and flustered.
"Nick!" she swatted at him and missed easily. He just grinned at her and gave her a little wink before returning to the spot he had been a few moments ago. Sara turned around furiously – she couldn't let him see her blush.
"Hey guys…I think I've got something!" Sara heard Nick call ten minutes later. She looked around, slightly dazed, before finally spying him. He had moved 20 feet from where she had last seen him, and he was standing over a manhole.
Sara walked over to him and photographed what he pointed at.
"Blood." She stated, and he nodded. Latex gloves on, he lifted the top of the man hole and set it down a few feet from the opening.
Heads together, they both leant over and peered down into the darkness.
"Look." He said as he pointed his Mag-Lite flashlight onto a drop of blood a few rungs down the hole.
Sara nodded in approval and decided she might as well state the obvious.
"We're going down…!"
Ten minutes later, both Nick and Sara had suited up in standard issue CSI full length coveralls, and Nick stepped onto the first few rungs. Sara was about to come down after him when she realized she'd forgotten something.
"Hey Nicky, I gotta go get my camera. I'll be right back 'kay?" she yelled, and took off without waiting for an answer.
She walked quickly back to her Denali and retrieved her camera and flashlight from where she had stowed them in her SUV while changing. She checked the film and battery power of the camera before heading off back towards the manhole.
"Nick?" she called blindly as she climbed the ladder down to the sewers. She was glad it was a shallow one – most sewers in Vegas were quite close to the surface, only a short climb down. However, they were very tight and cramped – claustrophobia and elevators came to mind when in one of them.
"Nick?" she called out again, after hearing no answer to her first attempt. It was lit dimly, but enough that she could make out Nick's form.
"What kind of joke you trying to play Stokes?" Sara teased as she reached his side, giving him a little shove with her hip.
It was then she realized he was shaking.
"Nick?" she asked, immediately concerned. She grabbed his forearm and she could feel him shaking violently beneath her hand. She could barely see his face, but it was contorted into a horrific frown. Like he had seen a ghost.
"No…no…." he was muttering under his breath. Sara was trying to remain calm, but she didn't know what she should do.
"Nick what's wrong?"
And suddenly…she knew.
Nick was having a panic attack.
She clasped his face in her hands and forced him to look at her.
"Nicky, it's okay. It's me, it's Sara, you're okay…" she tried to reassure him and herself, but it didn't seem to help either cause.
Then Sara did the only thing she could think to do. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged his body close to hers. She kept saying the same things over and over, digging her fingers into his back as a reminder she was there.
It seemed like an eternity, but was most likely only two or three minutes. He continued to shake and suddenly he staggered.
"Nick!" Sara shrieked and he fell, all his weight suddenly on her. She stumbled before setting him upon the ground.
"HELP!"
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Hope you liked! I know it was short but it was only meant as an introduction chapter anyway, there will definitely be more where this came from.
Look for updates soon…I'll try to make them longer.
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