A/N ducks flying objects for not updating sooner

Sara ran full pelt at the trolley, throwing herself onto it so she was laid on her stomach. The trolley tilted dangerously but somehow stayed upright, wobbling towards the doors at the end of the corridor at a surprising speed. Off to her left there was another corridor, one which Gil Grissom was walking down. Sara saw him before he saw her. He was surprised to look over his paper and see a metal trolley coming down the corridor adjacent to him. He was even more surprised that Sara Sidle seemed to be laid on top of it.

"I love you," screamed Sara, as the trolley whizzed by.

Grissom was left stood at the crossroads between the corridors, completely bewildered by what was happening. The rational part of his brain was telling him he was dreaming, whilst the other part was telling him to shout it back. But somehow nothing in his body worked and he was just left standing wondering why Sara was laid on a trolley. He guessed it had something to do with the earlier experiment and wondered if she and Catherine were conspiring to make him crack, and having secretly trashed his office were now trying to send him insane. He half expected Cath to run by and shout she loved him too. Now his ego was getting a bit too big. By the time his feet started working again to lead him into the other corridor the only thing he could see was the trolley abandoned and the door to the morgue swing slightly. Deciding to ignore what had just happened rather than ask questions, he headed back to his office, deciding that this was one answer he'd rather not know.

The metal framework crashed into the swing doors to the morgue, but lacked the power to open them. Instead it buffered against them, sending Sara forwards off the trolley into the doors, falling head first towards the floor. As she fell, her body weight swung the doors open slightly and she found herself lying on her shoulder, legs still on the trolley, with the door hitting her back as it rebounded against her.

Ecklie slowly made his way down the corridor towards his office. He noticed something wasn't right from a distance when he saw green powder surrounding the floor and his door. "Damn techs," he cursed out loud, thinking a tech had spilt some powder and not bothered to clear it up.

Stepping over the mess on the floor into his office, Ecklie went to place the files he was holding onto his desk, only when he did they dropped straight to the floor. Ecklie jumped slightly from the thud they made and realisation that his desk wasn't where it should be. Standing in the centre of the room he turned a complete circle, quickly taking in the fact that none of his furniture was where it was supposed to be, yet nothing was messed up. If he still had hair, right then he would have been pulling it out. Everything was different, yet nothing messed up and there was no reason for his furniture to have been moved. With the quick and jagged movements of someone having a panic attack, Ecklie began going through the drawers on his desk – everything was how he'd left it. He genuinely considered the thought of some sort of break down. Maybe his furniture was never where he thought it was, or maybe it was still in the same place and he was just hallucinating. After falling to his hands and knees and waving his arms slightly frantically over where files were now spread across the floor, he concluded the furniture was really where it was. If anyone had seen him then, they too would have entertained the idea of a break down. Ecklie was about to go storming out, demanding to know what had happened when he realised going around shouting that someone moved your furniture was likely to get him a vacation for stress. So he settled for going after whoever made the mess outside, first checking everyone else could see it and that it wasn't part of his stress hallucination.

Having now righted herself, Sara found herself staring at several metal gurneys. The room she stood in was cold. Pleasantly so, as the coolness swept over her body cooling her, despite the fact she didn't realise that she was warm. It was then she realised where she was – the morgue. Looking over to her right she saw someone laid out on the table.

"Hey, you don't want to sleep in here – full of cadavers," called Sara to the obviously dead body. "Hey," Sara walked over, somehow not noticing the fact the person laid out was dead. Their skin looked like jello and had bits of green algae growing on it. A drowning victim.

"Hey! Oh, you're dead," said Sara stopping in front of them. "Wow," she added, a small grin fixed on her face.

Doc Robbins had just finished his break and was going in to perform an autopsy when he heard a noise coming form the morgue. Not that unusual, probably just David. He was, however, shocked when he entered to see Sara Sidle bent down sniffing a corpse. Well, that wasn't that too strange either; maybe she'd noticed a smell. It was only when she picked up the persons arm and let it flop back down before bursting into laugher, that Al realised something wasn't right.

"Hey, he's floppy," announced Sara, turning to face Al.

"Sara…. what on earth?" He knew straight away – her pupils, her erratic movements the fact her face was white and beads of sweat adorned her forehead. "Sara, what have you taken?" He asked, not too sure if Sara Sidle would take anything. He'd seen nothing about her to suggest she would. Maybe she had been drugged.

It was then two more people ran into his morgue.

"Sara, there you are," shouted Catherine, out of breath.

"And Doc Robbins," said Warrick, frantically hitting Cath on the shoulder.

"Would either of you care to explain why Sara is high and poking my bodies?" Asked Al, not looking fazed at all.

"Sara, stop that," said Cath, going over and grabbing Sara's hand a second before she would have plunged her finger into the eye socket.

"Long story, accidental," said Warrick, going over to Sara who had Cath's hand up in the air and was twirling underneath it.

"This is making me dizzy."

"Then I suggest you stop it," said Al, still looking unruffled. "What exactly is she on?"

"We're not entirely sure, but we think crystal meth."

"That's going to be one hell of a come down and it look's like it's started – excessive sweating," he said, looking over to Sara who had now stopped spinning and had Warrick's arm wrapped around her waist to stop her running away.

"And the others would be?"

"Vomiting, headache, stomach cramps – basically the body ridding itself of the toxin."

"Right, well we better get her away, thanks," said Warrick dragging Sara.

"But I like that man," moaned Sara pointing at the corpse.

"Good," smiled Cath, seeing if humouring her would keep Sara at bay.

TBC next time an argument with Hodges and some revelations