Ellie felt horrible. There was no use in denying it now. She kept going over all the possibilities of why she had gotten sick. Finally she landed on a reason that made enough sense to her that she would leave it alone. Food poisoning. After all she had tried a new burrito concoction called the Chicken Hurricane. She was satisfied with that answer and tried to focus on the case.
Two hours into looking for a connection in the case Ellie sat half asleep at her desk. Her head hung down shadowing the millions of papers that seemed to have accumulated on her desk. Her head pounded and her entire body ached. It was beginning to be too hard to hide from her co-workers and they soon caught news of the fact that she wasn't feeling well.
"Bishop, go home." urged Gibbs
"Gibbs, honestly, I'm fine." Ellie replied, lying through her teeth.
"Fine. But you're on desk duty, I'm sending you downstairs to check on Jimmy and see what he's got."
Ellie reluctantly agreed, secretly glad that she was out of the field for the day. She hurried down the stairs and entered the morgue.
"Bishop" Jimmy said, nodding in her direction
"Hey Jimmy, what'd you got?"
"Well it's pretty obvious from the bullet hole in his forehead that he was shot, but what's interesting is.." his voice began to fade.
Ellie felt lightheaded, the room around her swirled and the floor became distorted.
"Hey Ellie, you ok?" Jimmy asked, fading in and out of focus.
Before Ellie could answer the room went dark and she fell back onto the cold hard floor.