Cool water pounding her arm. Fine, slick mud, under her cheek. Dark, heavy weight above her, smelling of oil and metal, pressing down.
A rough swallow past a lump in a dry throat, blink away dust and grit, only to see dark, shadows, darker above and strangely yellow, the sick yellow of a tornado sky. Sudden stabbing, burning pains, tingling
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I'm afraid that they're going to try to up Grissom's angst by removing Sara, one way or another.
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Is there any chance I can archive a copy [or link to it, your choice] of this on the CSI page over at Frisked & Conquered?
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Yes, you can archive it there, or link to it - whichever's easier. I like that site.
The other one on my lj is the prequel to this one - you can have it too, if you like.
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