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A/N: Okay so no real fluff in this one, it's more of a filler chapter. Thanks to all those who reviewed, they make my day!


CHAPTER 3

Back to the present

Grissom called out to Sara but no response came. Having finished interviewing and sensing something was wrong, Nick came over and asked "What's going on?"

"I noticed that Sara wasn't to energetic tonight so I sent her down there to give her, her own crime scene but as she went down I heard this 'BANG, CRASH!' -" Very scientific words Grissom, Nick thought to himself and he would have found it funny if it wasn't for the seriousness of the conversation. "- and now I'm not getting any response from her."

"Grissom you dick, Sara hasn't eaten in twelve hours! She probably fainted. Give me a walkie-talkie, I'm going down there."

Okay, so Nick didn't say 'you dick' but he would have if the guy wasn't his boss. Grissom was another example tonight of a smart CSI gone stupid.

Climbing down the ladder Nick wondered if he was the only sane person around tonight. His thoughts were cut short by the sight of Sara lying limply on the ground below him. Climbing the rest of the way as fast as he could, he ran over and checked Sara pulse. Nick breathed a sigh of relief, she was alright. He laid a small kiss on her forehead then assessed his surroundings. He found himself in a narrow corridor, the floor padded and covered in red satin and the walls and roof were covered in mirrors. The corridor led to a large cubic room with the same padded floor and now the bottom third of the walls were padded and the rest mirrors.

It was lucky Sara had landed on the padded floor in the corridor which probably had some part in her survival of her fall. Nick walkie-talkied Grissom.

"Sara's unconscious but looks alright. She might have a concussion though." He said matter-of-factly as he knelt beside Sara.

"Is there enough space for a paramedic to get in there?" Grissom questioned because he too was worried about her health…now.

"Yes, if I move her into the room." Nick's response confused Grissom.

"What?"

"We're in a narrow corridor at the moment that leads to an underground room. I'll move her there."

"Okay Nick, helps on its way!" Grissom replied and putt away his walkie-talkie to call 911.