Ok, so starting to publish my second fic. This is something I've wanted to publish for ages but never got around to it. It is a Sara centric story, with a bit of GSR, but that's not the main focus...yet! Anyway, hope you enjoy it and constructive criticism is very welcome!
Of course I own none of the characters except some minors and a few to come in a couple chapters time.

"Sara?" Nick poked his head into the locker room and shouted, almost deafening her, he smiled, "sorry! You've got a call in reception."

She stood up and put her jacket on, "do you know who it is?"

"No, but they sounded…old," he shrugged and went on his way.

She picked up her cell from the top shelf of her locker and began to walk through the corridors of the lab. Today had not been a good day in the world of Sara Sidle. She'd been called out to a 419 on a farm, only to get there and find that someone had dumped a body into a vat of cow manure. Decomposing flesh plus the waste from 200 cows was not a smell easily discarded. It hadn't gone for the rest of the shift either. After showering in lemons for an hour, they'd not been able to identify the body, there were not teeth left in its skull, no DNA and absolutely no evidence that could help them. They couldn't even determine if it was male or female because half of the pelvis was missing and the remaining half had been smashed up. And to top it off she'd burst a tyre on the drive between the scene and the lab. She was not in the mood to deal with people, in any way.

She was handed the phone by Judy, the receptionist, and sat down on the bench to take the call, "Sara Sidle speaking."

There was a sound of heavy breathing down the line, she was just about to hang up when the person spoke.

"Sara, I thought, you, would, have-," he stopped and coughed, the person sounded ancient or very sick.

"Who is this?" Sara questioned suspiciously. Her right eyebrow frowning in confusion.

He continued his previous sentence, "I, thought, you, would, have, changed, your, name."

"Who is this talking please, otherwise I will hang up," she said not changing her tone, but the worry showed in her face.

"Just, wanted, to hear your, voice. Good, bye," he coughed and hung up.

Sara handed the phone back to Judy and went to find Nick. He was underneath a car in the garage, "Nick," she said sternly.

"Was it you who answered the phone?"

"Yes, Judy went to the bathroom," he slid out and looked up at her, "everything ok?"

She shook her head, "yes, I suppose, I didn't even know…he…nothing. I'm fine."

He knew better than to ask if she was ok again. Once she'd said she was fine that meant it was the end of the discussion.

She left the room and sat down in the break room. The voice at the end of the phone had shaken her. It couldn't be who she thought it was. But it still made her feel sick. That voice wouldn't leave her. It had never left her. But it was impossible.