Archie was reluctant at first to track the phone of one of his coworkers, but Nick's concern for Sara quickly changed his mind. It only took a few minutes to confirm her phone was at her house. DB had called Brass to ask him to check in on her, but he was at a scene in the desert and wasn't expected to finish any time soon. Instead, Nick hopped in his car and headed to her home.
Nick pulled up and saw Sara's Prius was in the parking lot, and quickly made his way to her door. His knocks went unanswered, and he found his concern growing. He called out, asking Sara to just answer the door so they knew she was ok, but heard only silence. He looked up, hoping for some sort of answer to come to him, but there was nothing. He went back to his car and retrieved a set of lock picks he kept in his kit, then set to work opening the lock. He briefly contemplated just slamming the whole door in, but he did not want to face a pissed off Sara if there was a simple explanation behind it all. After a few curses under his breath, the lock clicked and he was in. Quickly shoving the picks in his back pocket, he called out as he entered.
"Sara? Are you here? You're not answering your phone and you were late for work. Everything ok?" He called out as he checked each room.
The door to her bedroom was open a crack, and he was relieved to see her sprawled on the bed. He moved towards her, calling her name but his concern shot up as he realised she wasn't responding. He crouched down next to her and gently tried to shake her awake, noticing for the first time just how much weight she had lost recently and how grey her skin was. When she didn't wake up, he quickly felt for a pulse and watched her breathing. It felt like time raced ahead and stilled at the same time as he pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance. He asked the dispatcher to notify DB immediately, and then left the line open while he tried to rouse Sara. Her pulse was faint, but present and her breathing was shallow. He looked around the room, searching for some kind of sign that would tell him what was wrong with his friend. It felt like hours before the ambulance arrived although it had only been minutes. The paramedics collected her quickly, moving her thin frame onto a stretcher as if she were a rag doll. Her vitals were displayed on a screen in flashing green numbers, and Nick knew that none of the numbers looked good. Moments later they were gone, leaving Nick in her empty bedroom to try to piece together any evidence that might offer an explanation. He took a deep breath to try to clear his head, then picked up his phone, unsure who to call first.
Before he was able to dial, the phone was instead ringing with his boss on the line.
"I've called Brass, he's on his way to the hospital. Someone needs to process the scene. We need to know what might have happened there." The concern for Sara could be heard in his voice. "I know it's not a crime scene, but anything you can find might help the doctors treating her. Are you ok to do it, or do you want me to send someone else in?" DB asked. Nick closed his eyes as he took another breath.
"No, no. I've got this. If she's gonna be mad at someone, better it be me." He said firmly. "She would kill Greg if he went through her things, and she'd kill me if I let him. And other than Greg, I'm the one she knows best." He said evenly, wishing Catherine was still here.
"OK, let me know if you need anything then." DB replied in agreement. "Do you know who she would want us to call?" He asked tentatively. Nick swore.
"Uh yeah, someone needs to get ahold of Grissom." He answered. "I'll see if I can find his contact information somewhere here. I don't even know where he is right now..." Nick trailed off. "You should probably let the rest of the team know, too. They'll be worried."
"OK, I'll let them know. Call me as soon as you find anything." DB told him. "And Nick? She's tough. She's going to be ok."
"Yeah she is. I hope you're right." Nick hoped his voice sounded more confident than he felt, as he hung up the phone and began his search.