Title: Everything Must Change
Author: Why yours truly ze Missa!
Summary: (Nick's POV) After Nick is rescued from being burried alive, he hopes things will return to normal. Soon he will learn that what had happened has changed everything, and he doesn't know if things will ever go back to the way they used to be.
Spoilers: Major Spoilers from Grave Danger... lol
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with CSI or the characters. Heck, I don't think I even own anything in this except for some very few small roles I've created.


When I opened my eyes to see I was in the enclosed space, it didn't quite strike me where I was. Confusion swarmed my mind, that is, until I found the tape recorder and played back the message. A scream escaped me, almost spontaneously. I didn't quite believe the situation was real, but I guess deep down inside I knew.

I'd always had nightmares where I would be buried alive. They were the nightmares that made me afraid to let myself sleep the next night. It's always been a fear of mine, and now... now the fear had become a reality.

The stage of screaming didn't last very long. I had begun to realize that no matter how much I screamed, it wasn't going to get myself out. No amount of fear-enriched bellowing would miraculously save me. Nothing I could do would save me. My fate rested in the hands of the rest of the team, and if they couldn't find me... I didn't want to think about it. They would find me.

How do you even know they are looking?
Of course they are looking, they have to because it's their job. Also they are my friends, they are definitely looking.
I found myself battling between my logic, and my imagination excessively. It's pretty much how I spent my time. Debating my thoughts.

Well do they even know that you're missing? You haven't been here that long... maybe they don't know you're missing yet.
That one thought seemed to stick out in my mind. What if they didn't know that I was missing?

I had to keep my mind on the positive things... if there even was a positive thing.

My finger would often trace the outline of the gun that was in there with me. I knew that I could easily use it to put myself out of this misery. I wouldn't have to slowly suffocate to death. There were a few times would I would even pick the gun up and bring it closer to my head. Deep down inside I knew I'd never been able to turn a gun on myself. Not even if I was already starring death in the eye. I couldn't give up, I wasn't going to give up. As long as my heart was still beating, I was going to keep up hope. I was going to be a fighter.

When the ants came, I freaked out. Thinking back on it, I couldn't begin to express how terrifying it was. I'd always hated those little critters, and the fact that they were biting me didn't make me like them anymore. Then again, after the first dozen bites, the pain from each one started to diminish.

I was never happier to hear Catherine's voice telling me that they knew where I was and were coming to save me. A smile had made it's way across my face because I then knew that I would be all right. I then knew that whoever had done this to me, had failed in their attempt at killing me. I was going to be okay.

Now when people talk about what happened, I don't usually join in the discussion. They are always asking me how it felt to be inside there... but I don't want to talk about it. No amount of words in the world could begin to depict the fear I felt when I was inside.
But things have changed since that day. Everyone in the lab is acting so differently now. Almost like they are afraid that something else might happen to me. They won't admit it, but I know that they are scared something like this might happen again.

If you've ever had over-protective parents, then I guess you would understand how the situation was for me. That's what the rest of the lab seemed to act like. They all acted like a bunch of over-protective parents. No matter how hard I tried to explain that nothing was going to happen again, I could still see the fear in their eyes.

It makes me wonder. I guess I really meant something to them. I would have had to for them to be so protective of me now. But honestly, I just wish things would go back to the way they were.

It has seemed like forever since the incident, and I still haven't gotten to work on another case by myself. Maybe one day Catherine will grow over her fear of having something happen to me and assign me a case by herself.

Catherine isn't the only one that's acting differently around me--Warrick has definitely changed. I miss the days when the two of us would joke around, make bets on cases and just have fun while we worked. He's always cautious about everything he does around me. I think he blames himself for what happened, because he won the coin toss and I didn't.

Everyone has seemed to have a change in their personalities when they are around me. I guess this is just how people act when something like this happens.

I just want everything to be normal again... but I haven't got a clue what I should do...