CHARACTERS AREN'T MINE, I JUST WRITE ABOUT THEM.
Prologue
--It was one of those days. Sara Sidle was starved, irritated, and exhausted, which was not a great combination. She threw her keys and bag on the counter. She then closed her apartment door and gently leaned back on the door behind her. All she could think about was the cool bed awaiting her in the next room. Sara closed her eyes; she didn't even know if she could make it that far.
"Hello, Sara. Long time no see."
--Sara's eyes flew open. A man stood before her. He was attractive and of medium build. Definitely someone you would want to get to know. Unless you knew what he was really like, and Sara knew all too well.
"Eric . . .?"
--Before she could get out another word, Eric hit her with what looked like a baseball bat right across the face. Sara instantly fell to the floor with a sickening thud. He continued to hit and kick her ribs and back. All she could do was take each blow one after the other and pray none killed her. After the beating was over and Eric's anger dispensed, he went to get a beer from the fridge.
"Ya know Sara, you haven't changed a bit. You still don't cook." Eric said with a short laugh.
"Wha....What do you want??" Sara stammered. It took all her being to keep from passing out.
"It turns out I'm getting married and we're moving to Las Vegas."
"Who's the unlucky girl?"
--With that, Eric moved over to Sara and pulled her to her feet. "You better watch your mouth Sara. I still have some issues, you and the courts decided that."
"Screw you." Sara was prepared for the next blow, she didn't care anymore. She HATED him with all her might but could do nothing. She was powerless.
"Sara, how should I say this? We've done that and I've moved on. Its over. This was a . . .farewell or payback take it as you want. Good-bye babe. Drop me a line."
--Eric left as quietly as he came and Sara lost her grip on the consciousness and fell to the floor.
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Chapter 1
Next Morning
"Sara pick up, its Grissom. Look we had a huge upset last night. I don't know all the details but its big. Brass said the FBI are going to get involved and you know how they can destroy the evidence. I know you just pulled a double, but we all did. I need you her as soon as possible. Sara...?"
--Sara awoke still lying on the cold floor. She thought she could her Grissom speaking to her but she wasn't sure.
"Sara pick up."
--Grissom! It was the phone. Sara tried to get up but she couldn't. Her side hurt real bad, not to mention her head.
"Well, call me when you get this message."
--The answering machine made a beep and Sara gave up. She laid there for how long she didn't know. She woke up again and eventually she got to her feet this time. She stumbled to the bathroom to access the damage. Sara couldn't believe what she saw. She thought she should probably go to the hospital, but dismissed that. She knew Grissom, or for that matter everyone, would overreact and she wasn't ready to face that now. Then again, she couldn't hide forever until the shiner or the bruised ribs went away; she didn't have enough vacation days. She opted to phone Gris and take a personal day to get her thoughts together.
"Grissom."
"Hey Gris, its Sara."
"Good I could really use you here. Did you get my message? I called almost two hours ago. Are you okay?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah, but I can't come in I'm not feeling too good."
"What is it? Upset stomach, headache, what? I've got the best treatment for each case."
Sara looked in the mirror. "I doubt you have what I need."
"If you come in just for a couple hours, I would really appreciate it. Just process the information the team brings in from the field. I got the details on the case but I don't want to discuss them over the phone. Brass is meeting with the FBI director now. If you really can't come in its okay. "
Sara paused to think. "I'll be there as soon as I can, but only for a while."
"I owe you one."
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