Lying here with you, a CSI fanfic

A/N; Hi guys. This fic is a little late, but it has been bothering me for ages. Hope you enjoy it :o)

Summary: What if Nick wasn’t buried alone, but lying next to him in the glass coffin was Sara.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

It had been a nice day in Las Vegas. The sun had been splitting the trees all day, and there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky. Just the way the CSI’s liked it. To top off the good day, it had stayed to form a good night. A night that not one CSI would forget.

Nick Stokes and Sara Sidle sat in the department issued car, talking and singing along with the radio every now and then.

“I can’t wait for my day off.” Said Sara, a sound of relief evident in her voice.

Nick just smiled, but continued to watch the road he was travelling on. He liked spending time with Sara. She was smart, beautiful, and funny. She was like his best friend. They did almost everything together.

Soon Nick and Sara came to a stop in an alley, where they were filled in on what was going on. A pile of entrails had been discovered, and reported by an anonymous 911 call. Nick and Sara walked into the alley further, cameras and kits in hand.

“So what are you going to be doing on your day off Miss Sidle?” asked Nick, snapping a photo of the body parts.

“I plan to sleep.” She said with a slight chuckle.

Nick just chuckled and continued to photograph the scene as Sara searched for trace evidence.

Sara walked further down the dark alley. It was getting darker and darker, and Sara felt as if someone was watching her. She was silently praying that it was Nick. Roaming her flashlight across the ground, she spotted a cigarette butt.

“Hey Nick!” she called, bending down to take a photo “I got a possible DNA sample!”

Nick walked over to her, and lowered himself to her level.

“Good, bag it and then…” but he stopped mid-sentence when his gaze met a strange object.

“Nick?” questioned Sara, looking at him then turning to see what had caught his eye.

It was a bag, and evidence bag to be exact.

With a puzzled expression, Nick stood up and helped Sara to her feet.

“What the hell is that?” he questioned, approaching the bag to find a foam cup in it.

Bending down again, Nick picked up the bag and began to examine it. Sara leaned over his shoulder, shinning the flashlight on the bag to get a better look.

It was like any other evidence bag, clear with evidence tap sealing it, but the CSI’s were still confused.

“That’s the wrong colour of tape.” Said Sara.

“Yeah, I know.” Began Nick “And there is no initials on the seal.”

“Then what the hell are we dealing with here?”

“I have no clue.”

Before Sara could say anything else, she felt someone grab her from behind, placing a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. Feeling her sudden movement, Nick turned round to see Sara in the hands of a dark figure, holding a gun to her head. She looked petrified.

“Put the gun down!” cried Nick, drawing his own weapon, but the figure never lowered the gun “I said put the gun down!”

Sara’s eyes went wide as she saw someone grab Nick from behind, hitting him over the head and watching him fall to the ground. Then everything went dark.

Nick woke with a pounding headache. It felt as though he had been hit with a baseball bat. He groaned and tried to sit up from his lying position, but as he did so his head came in contact with something hard. He groaned again, and put his hands out in front of him. There was something blocking him from sitting up. Something hard and smooth.

Nick frantically searched around him for his cell phone, but instead found a glow stick. He bent the glow stick in half, the cracking sound irritating as it soon began to release a green glow. He was in a box. A glass box that must have been about 6 ½ feet by 6 ½ feet. But he wasn’t alone in this box. Lying next to him, eyes closed, and head tilted to the side, was Sara.

A/N; So what did you think for chapter 1? Please R&R. Thanks :o)

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