Disclaimer: I don't think Greg and Sara would want me to own them.
A/N: This story has two parts. This is part 1, and part 2 will be posted very soon. As for the title… the story is named after the song that I constantly hear on Jenny's myspace and that therefore doesn't go out of my head.
Summary: Sara was completely quiet, trying to catch any sound coming out of the darkness, but there was nothing.
It Ends Tonight: Part 1
She sprinted into the room, and stopped for a moment, feeling safe in the half-dark, catching her breath for a few seconds. The sound of a door falling into its lock made her turn around abruptly, any sight vanishing as the daylight was shut out and Sara found herself in complete darkness.
She stumbled forwards to where she knew the door was, holding her hands in front of her face to avoid running into the wall. She felt for the door handle and pressed it down hard, once she had found it. The door did not move. Sara pushed the handle again for good measure but the result did not change.
She turned around, pressing her back against the wall next to the closed door. She was not able to see anything and she had not had the chance to get a good look at the room when she had run into it either. She could not even know if not one of them was in here as well. What if she had just run into their arms?
She tried to avoid making any sound, fearing to be detected by them. She tried to be completely silent, but the beating of her heart and the sound of her breath seemed to transfer to the other side of the room, this loud it appeared to her.
Sara turned her head left and right but there was no point. There was not a tiny sign of light. She sank down onto the floor, glancing into the direction of the door although it was just as dark as the rest of the room. She waited for the door to open. She knew that they would find her. For now they seemed to have locked her in here, but she could not imagine that anybody else would find her before they would come back. She moved slowly and as quietly as possible farer away from the door. By now it did not really seem to make sense to be quiet anymore, as she had not heard any other living soul in the room so far, but maybe there was one of them after all, waiting in the darkness.
Maybe she was thinking irrational, but this would not be a surprise after what she had seen, and heard, a few minutes earlier. She still heard that terrible thud replaying in her mind, saw Greg falling down.
Sara rubbed her eyes. She stared ahead in the darkness. It did not matter. She was not able to see anything.
Sara's thoughts were wandering. It would have been worse enough to be trapped inside this room. Now she could not even go and get help for Greg. Not that she had really the hope that there was still a point in getting help. When she had fled from them, she had almost as much run away from having to go and look at Greg's body. She did not want to see it. Somebody else would have to go and look for it.
Sara was shaking slightly and noticed that this was not only because of the gloomy thoughts in her mind, but also because the temperature in the room seemed to be low. She rubbed her arms that lay free, as she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt under her CSI vest.
She did not know how much time had passed, how long she had been in here, how long it had been since Greg had fallen. It could not have been more than a few minutes. Her world seemed to have stopped anyway, when she had seen her friend dying.
She wished she heard an ambulance coming, there to help Greg. Somebody had to have come to help him.
She was sitting around there, useless. In some hours she would maybe be sitting wrapped in a blanket next to a too-late ambulance, and the paramedics as well as her friends would poke her and worry about her, while the person they should really worry about was long gone.
Maybe she would be telling them what had happened, recalling the last crazy half an hour, hour maybe. She did not know how much time had passed.
She would be telling her friends what had happened. She had not really liked this place from the very beginning. Of course, she was not supposed to like crime scenes anyway, it was not part of her job. The whole construction site seemed to be made for accidents. She had got a few critical looks on it when they had arrived, and had noticed that safety regulations did not seem to be in the vocabulary of whoever was responsible for this site. The man who had received them together with Brass, and had told them about the accident that had supposedly occurred, had not looked too happy about her critical glances around, even though she had not even made a remark on it.
The place was not very well-lit either and although the work was supposedly not continued in the dark here, Sara had wondered all too much how the alleged accident had happened then. The memory of the lack of lightning brought Sara's thoughts back to her present situation. Her surroundings were still as dark as ever, the room still as quiet as before and the air just as cold.
By now she was pretty sure that nobody besides her was in the room. There was nobody in here who was looking for her, wandering through the darkness as well in order to catch her. It did not really help her to relax, for she was still not able to get out.
She stood up, walking slowly over to the door. She needed a few moments until she found it, groping for the door handle again. She pressed it down, but nothing happened. Not that she had expected anything to happen. A flicker of panic rose in her for a moment, when she wondered what would happen if nobody came back and unlocked the room. Then she reminded herself that this was still a crime scene and that somebody would come and look for her at some point. She did not know when this would happen, but she could not imagine that what had happened to Greg would go unnoticed for very long, and then somebody would hopefully search the whole area for her.
Sara swallowed down the tears that had threatened to come when her mind had wandered to Greg again. With a pang of guilt she also remembered the police officer whose name she did not even know, who had been knocked out at least, she was not even sure about that. When she had looked up from taking hand prints from that wall and she had seen him lying on the ground unconsciously some distance away from her, she had realized that something was wrong.
That had been right before Greg's yell for help. She had rushed passed the unconscious police officer and passed the place that was marked off as the spot where the victim had fallen down from the second floor of the building site. She had seen Greg being attacked by two men and just as Sara had yelled out to them, they had given Greg a push and he had stumbled backwards, only to fall horribly off the unfenced edge.
Everything else around her was lost to her senses when she saw Greg fall, but the thud that had followed, just a split second later as Sara reasoned now, even though it had appeared longer when it had happened, the thud had jerked her out of her numb staring, just in time to see the men turn around to go for her next. She did not even think about using her gun, and this was probably her mistake. Everything happened too fast, and maybe she was also afraid of what she would do, if she actually aimed her gun at the two men who had killed Greg right in front of her eyes.
Sara had turned and run, and in those few seconds she had changed her mind, so to say, and had pulled out the gun after all, only it was too late. Somebody who she had not even seen coming knocked her from the side, and she lost grip of the weapon that fell to the floor uselessly. Sara had hardly been able to keep standing, but had stumbled forwards, blindly searching for a way out. The staircase had seemed to be that way out, taking her at least downstairs, down from those lethal heights. It had not helped a lot, for she had still not been able to get out on the street, but had instead run around in circles for a while, before she had come into the room where she was trapped in now.
The darkness did not help lifting her spirits. She wanted to kick herself for acting so stupid, even though she did not know what else she could have done. She did not think that she could have helped Greg in any way, that she had had any chance to save him. She had had a chance to save herself, but she had thrown it away.
Sara was completely quiet now, trying to catch any sound coming out of the darkness, but there was nothing.