Affliction
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,708
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Affliction
A/N: This is a follow up to Retribution and is set in an A/U. Please note there is no C/D in this story. Massive thanks to Cropper1818 for your amazing beta work, patience and support. This would not be what it is without you! Also many thanks to Smacky30 and LIT for your beta work throughout this fiction, for your help and suggestions.
Plus a special thanks to SIMI (you know who you are). For your encouragement and for making me smile pretty much every day.
Prologue:
Grissom ran faster than he thought he possibly could. He reached the converted barn, the second location marked on the map. He quickly slid the door open and ran inside. His heart lunged from his body when he saw the glass tomb and Sara's struggle within it. He ran to the glass, just as it filled completely. He desperately searched for a door, a switch, a lever, anything.
"Sara!" He furiously banged on the glass.
Sara kicked frantically, barely an inch of space left and then the water completely engulfed her. She heard a muffled banging and fought to move closer to the noise. Despite the blur in her vision she knew it was him banging on the glass. The color of his eyes gave him away. Grissom held her gaze and saw nothing but his own fear and horror reflected back at him. Sara placed her palm weakly to the glass as bubbles floated before her. Her lungs were burning and she was helpless. She could not fight the demands of her oxygen-deprived body any longer. She drew a final gasping breath. Her lungs filled with water and she knew it was over.
There was nothing, only darkness and defeat. Her eyes drifted shut and she became weightless, floating, oblivious to the furious beating on the tomb enclosing her......
"Noooooooo!" Grissom screamed punching the glass once more, harder, harder, harder. The glass held strong as his knuckles began to split and bleed and his hands began to bruise. Grissom did not feel the pain, only the panic running through his soul. The fear, the helplessness.
"Sara!!!!!! God.....Sara..........!!"
He turned and looked around quickly, frantically, for anything that could help him. He saw a sledge hammer propped up against the far wall and shot towards it. Grabbing it he dashed back to the glass. He positioned himself to strike and with every ounce of strength he could muster he swung the hammer, hard and heavy into the glass. It hit the cage and sprang back towards him, didn't even make a dent.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Grissom swung again, to the same effect. He dropped the hammer in despair and strained for his own breath now.
"Sara....", tears filled his eyes as Sara floated before him. He could not break the glass.....
Plus a special thanks to SIMI (you know who you are). For your encouragement and for making me smile pretty much every day.
Prologue:
Grissom ran faster than he thought he possibly could. He reached the converted barn, the second location marked on the map. He quickly slid the door open and ran inside. His heart lunged from his body when he saw the glass tomb and Sara's struggle within it. He ran to the glass, just as it filled completely. He desperately searched for a door, a switch, a lever, anything.
"Sara!" He furiously banged on the glass.
Sara kicked frantically, barely an inch of space left and then the water completely engulfed her. She heard a muffled banging and fought to move closer to the noise. Despite the blur in her vision she knew it was him banging on the glass. The color of his eyes gave him away. Grissom held her gaze and saw nothing but his own fear and horror reflected back at him. Sara placed her palm weakly to the glass as bubbles floated before her. Her lungs were burning and she was helpless. She could not fight the demands of her oxygen-deprived body any longer. She drew a final gasping breath. Her lungs filled with water and she knew it was over.
There was nothing, only darkness and defeat. Her eyes drifted shut and she became weightless, floating, oblivious to the furious beating on the tomb enclosing her......
"Noooooooo!" Grissom screamed punching the glass once more, harder, harder, harder. The glass held strong as his knuckles began to split and bleed and his hands began to bruise. Grissom did not feel the pain, only the panic running through his soul. The fear, the helplessness.
"Sara!!!!!! God.....Sara..........!!"
He turned and looked around quickly, frantically, for anything that could help him. He saw a sledge hammer propped up against the far wall and shot towards it. Grabbing it he dashed back to the glass. He positioned himself to strike and with every ounce of strength he could muster he swung the hammer, hard and heavy into the glass. It hit the cage and sprang back towards him, didn't even make a dent.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Grissom swung again, to the same effect. He dropped the hammer in despair and strained for his own breath now.
"Sara....", tears filled his eyes as Sara floated before him. He could not break the glass.....