Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, nothing even remotely close.
A/N: Okay guys i was really sad coz even though the last chapter wasn' exactally a cliffhanger, i only got 3 reviews and i had way more hits so if you could, PLEASE review. They make my day and thanks to those who did review, you're great! (BTW the fluff is coming, next chapter most likely)
CHAPTER 4
"Sara, Sara, are you alright? Can you hear me?" Sara had begun to stir, silently telling Nick that she was waking but she did nothing else.
Sara felt groggy still on the brink of consciousness; her eyes and tongue like lead, so heavy she was unable to move them even though she wanted to, her head killed and her vocal box failed to produce even a whimper.
"Sara, squeeze my hand if you can hear me." And even though she hadn't realized it before, Nick was clutching her hands so gently but very reassuring. She was able to squeeze Nick's hand, realizing for the first time how many muscles she actually had in her hands.
Sara finally lifted her eyelids to see Nick's face hovering above hers. She thought she might be still in a dream, having seen Nick's face many times before in her dreams but when he didn't bend down and plant his lips upon hers, she knew that (sadly) she was back to reality.
"Thank goodness Sara, you're alright. I've been so worried. If you hadn't woken up in another 2 hours…" Nick let his voice trail off and hugged her. He had been sitting with Sara for nearly 4 hours. In that time the Paramedics had come and left; bandaging Sara's head and giving Nick food and painkillers for when she woke up and the team had also been down; leaving for food half and hour ago.
"What happened?" Sara asked. It was the only question in her mind at the moment. She tried to sit up but put a hand gently on her chest and pushed her back down.
"You fainted because you hadn't eaten a thing for over 12 hours and now you have a concussion so unless you want to embrace some major pain, I suggest you stay put." Sara's head was already in major pain so she did as she was told.
"Why didn't you take me to the hospital?" Sara asked, a million questions now coming to her head.
"We had the paramedics come down and they agreed that it would be too risky trying to drag you up the ladder so we decided to wait till you awoke and were strong enough to climb up on your own, which reminds me…" Nick trailed off once again and grabbed for something behind him. Whilst Nick turned away, Sara imagined Nick, shirt off, muscles pumping, carrying her up the ladder - her head on his chest, and what a fine chest that was. Sara blushed as Nick turned back towards her, glad that he couldn't read minds or she would have a lot of explaining to do.
"The paramedics gave me some food and liquid to feed you and some pain killers so when you're ready, it's time to embrace some major pain"
As Nick was helping feed Sara, ground started to grumble, then shake and somehow Las Vegas was having an earthquake.
A/N: Okay so i didn't mean for that last sentence to rhyme but it just did.
A/N: Also I have never fainted before so what i've said may be way off base. I mean the only thing i kinda know about is the usual colds and eczma and that really wouldn't have made a great fic. Think about it, "I have an itch, will you scratch it for me?" she said seductively. There are so many things wrong with that sentence!
