A.N./ Ok, this story's been in progress for about 2 years now, and so I thought I'd finally post the first chapter, and see if anyone wanted to read it. If you do, please review. If you don't ... please review anyway, so I'll know that there's no point in continuing!
Chapter 1
"Guess who!" taunted Nick, as he covered Sara's eyes with his hands, so she could no longer see the evidence she was processing in front of her.
Sara smiled broadly. It could only be one person – with her lab reputation only one person would dare to do that to her, and that self same person was also the only one who would get away with it without a swift knee between his legs.
"Hmmm – Nick?"
"Uh yeah," he said, happy that she had realised it was him, and then smirked, "but guess again anyway!"
As he realised that she might not appreciate this, however, he decided to take pity on her and remove his hands. As he took them away he turned round and stood in front of her by the side of the metal desk she had been working at.
He was rewarded first with a smile and a giggle, which made his heart almost miss a beat, and then, a few seconds later, with an exaggerated pout, which made his stomach flip over several times, and seemed to make his heart forget that its main purpose in life was to pump his blood around his body.
My GOD is that pout sexy…"Ah, but I didn't get to guess again!" she pouted, allowing her bottom lip to tremble slightly, and looked at him under her lowered lashes, batting them madly in a deeply exaggerated motion.
He smiled broadly at her, loving the way she looked like a little girl with her jutting out lower lip and wildly batting eyelashes.
Breathe, Sara, breathe…"Um, ok…" he thought for a moment, as he hadn't even registered the fact that she might have wanted to guess again, then, quick as a flash, he covered her eyes with his hands again. Unfortunately from his current position, he had to step forward, lean over the corner of the desk and push lightly on her face to ensure her eyes were covered. Or, at least, that was what was meant to happen.
This was a very bad move.
As he leant forward he didn't notice the corner of the desk … or the table-leg. That would be the extremely sharp corner of the desk … and the bolted-to-the-floor, sturdy, metal table-leg.
He moved with great speed and covered her eyes, effectively blinding her, so she didn't see his side slam into the sharp metal corner of the desk, she missed the grimace of pain on his face, and was then oblivious to his tumble out of the way of the corner of the table. She also didn't spot him trip over the table-leg. She noticed this last development, however,as his hands were still pressing lightly onto her face and, unfortunately, as he moved he tripped, lost his balance, and tumbled forwards onto the floor, pushing her down with him.
"Nick!" she screamed, taken unawares by this, having not seen the commotion leading up to it, as she landed sprawled on the floor, her legs tangled up with the combined legs of Nick, her stool and the table.
As they landed in this tangle of arms, legs and stool on the floor, the loud crash they made shook the room. Sara's eyes were now freed and, as she stared up at a cupboard full of glass beakers and test tubes she thought she must have hit her head on the floor pretty hard, because the cupboard appeared to be wobbling. Then she steadied her head with the hand that wasn't trapped under Nick's body and realised that it wasn't her head or body that were making it wobble – the cupboard itself was shaking!
"Nick!" she said loudly, pushing at him ineffectively, "Nick we have to move, it's going to fall!" Her voice started to grow louder and panic filled it as she realised she was trapped – he was too heavy and, from the looks of it, unconscious.
"Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!" she screamed one last time, before the cupboard crashed with an alarming noise consisting of a large thud of the body of it hitting the floor, and then a huge shattering of all of the glass inside it, most of which managed to spill on top of Nick and Sara.
Sara didn't notice this, however, because the force of the cupboard hitting her body but, in particular, her head, had knocked her out, and to all the world she appeared as though dead.
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"Oh my God!" Warrick exclaimed as he walked through the door, having come to investigate the source of all the noise.
"Oh … oh my God! Catherine! Grissom! Call 911! We need some paramedics here quickly, we need an ambulance, Nick and Sara are badly hurt!"
As Grissom and Catherine heard his shout they raced down the hall, Catherine whipping out her ever-present cell as they went. As she dialled 911 they both processed the scene in front of them.
As Catherine spoke to the emergency services Warrick noticed that Sara wasn't breathing.
"Gris, help me get this cupboard off her, Sara's not breathing!"
Between the two men, they soon had the cupboard standing upright again, but by this time it was evident that neither Sara nor Nick were breathing, and the paleness of their faces, and slight bluish tinge appearing around their lips showed that they were both deeply cyanotic.
Catherine hung up and said "An ambulance is on its way, it'll be about 3 minutes."
"They aren't gonna make it that long!" said Warrick, as Greg's face appeared in the doorway, followed by Mia's.
"Holy CRAP!" he exclaimed, as he noticed the two still forms on the floor. "What happened!"
Meanwhile Warrick had done the only thing he could think of. Gently he moved Nick's body off of Sara's trying to move it as gently as possible, in case he had a spinal injury, and was crouching down next to him, trying to avoid kneeling on any glass. He brushed some glass as gently as possible off Nick's face, looked up at the others and said "Anyone else remember their basic first aid training, and how to administer mouth to mouth?"
A.N.2/ So what's your verdict? It'll only take a few seconds!
