As the rain hit the window Sara starred out listening to the heavy patter, hearing the fat drops falling on the roof and watching as they raced down the pane of glass, the top drops gathering speed as the grew larger, travelling forever downwards until they hit the outer sill with enough speed to make the heavy yet delicate droplets explode.
She looked at the clock again realising only three minutes had passed since she last checked.
Why must time pass so slowly when waiting for the inevitable?
14:17
The funeral was at 14:30.
"Best get going" Sara muttered to herself. Tearing her eyes away from the rain soaked glass she stood and, with heavy footsteps, went to grab her jacket and keys from the hallway and left her flat, closing the door behind her with a gentle snap.
The cemetery was only around the corner from her flat. She could even see the grounds from her bedroom window, row upon row of coffins, six feet under. Relatives of the world, buried and forgotten.
Sara Sidle, surrounded by death her entire life. Growing up, the demise of her father and eventually her mother. The job she held so close to her heart, and the apartment she hardly used. And now the man she had loved since she had met him after a seminar on the usefulness of bugs in Forensic science. The man who had saved her life had been taken away thanks to a driver who had fallen asleep at the wheel.
Everyone from the lab had tried to see her and impart their words of comfort. Not once had she opened the door or answered the phone. Sara knew that she was being selfish, that other people were hurting to. She really didn't care. Hell even Ecklie had stopped by, his usually aggressive and sarcastic tone sounding softer and defeated as he called through the door for her to open up.
Sara noticed one thing however, amongst all of those wishing to pass on their condolences and attempting to be there in her hour of need, Catherine had not been there.
She didn't know why this affected her so much or, more importantly, why it intensified the sadness she already felt.
It's not like she was particularly close to Catherine and they whispered secrets to each other or imparted details of their personal lives, the most personal thing they would discuss would be what they had had for breakfast, yet somehow Sara would have liked Catherine there, for her to have made an effort.
She didn't know why but all Sara wanted was a little comfort from the older CSI.