"Hey Sare, we got a new case. Vic age 19, female, found dead by the FedEx
guy, suspicious when he heard something came, in, found an open window and
our Jane Doe on the bed."
"Ok, just, hold on for a second Nick, I feel like shit."
"You look like it too."
"Oh, gee thanks." Sara said sarcastically.
At the scene
"Sara, are you ok? You've been staring at the vic for a minute now." "Yeah, I'm fine" As she tore her eyes away from dead woman, she thought about her past and was swept away into a swirl of painful memories and death, but as quickly as zoomed into her forgotten past, she was brought back to the present. "Sara, are you sure you're fine." "Nick, I'm good." "Ok, I'm going to take the snapshots, you search the premises." "Sure." As Sara walked around the house, searching for hairs or anything else that might help, she got caught up in her memories again. This time she remembered pain, and screaming. Herself screaming. Blood, blood everywhere, and a gun. A guy with a gun that had tried to kill her. But didn't. She was brought out of the moment by a shout from Nick. She looked down at her arm and saw a hideous scar staring back up at her. "Sara, I'm worried about you. You walked right past a gun, hell; you were looking right at it." "Nick! You were supposed to be photographing the body." "You're right, I was supposed to, but I wasn't. I don't think you're fine." "Mind your own business, I'm good, I already told you. Go photograph the damn body." "Ok.sheesh." As Sara started walking again, she remembered something. Something horrifically scary to her, she ran to her Tahoe and drove back to her apartment, thinking that she could be fired, but hell, she didn't care. That person back there. That Jane Doe, it was her.
"Sara, where the fuck are you?" The Tahoe was gone so he knew that she wasn't kidnapped. "Sara? God, she's going to get in deep shit from Gris." Damn it, he thought. Where is she?
At Sara's Apartment
As Sara lay down on the couch some more memories came to her. She now remembered a white hospital bed, and the heart rate monitor. She remembered a doctor come in and say that she might not survive. She remembered a surgery room to remove the bullet that was lodged it her gut. She had a sudden longing for a friendly face. Nick's face. But he was still on shift. Like I should be. She thought guiltily. She suddenly felt a lump in her throat and tears well up in her eyes. Why do I want to see Nick so badly? She asked herself. The phone rang, bringing her back to Earth. It was Nick, and he was between worried and mad. "Hello?" "Sara, what the hell do you think you're doing? Running off like that, you could get fired! God, ya could have at least told me you were going, are you OK? Why did ya run off like that?" On the other side of the line Nick heard Sara start to cry. "What's wrong Sara? Look. I'm coming over. Don't go anywhere." Nick hung up, with Sara still sobbing on the other side. After Sara hung up, she sat on the couch, still weeping steadily. About five minutes later Nick walked in through the door, well, more stormed. "What the bloody hell are you doing, you could have been kidnapped. Shit. For all I know you could have been dead!" At this point Sara was crying even harder then before. "Sara? What's wrong?" "It's just the past, my past." "What happend Sara?" "No, Nothing." "Sare?" "I was 19, and, well, no. I don't wanna tell you." "Come on, its fine" "No, it's not. Nobody knows, and no one is supposed to know." "I won't tell anyone, ok? "No." "I know you were 19, the same age as our vic today, does this have anything to do with her?' "No, maybe, yeah.see, she was raped and killed, and I was that too, but I almost died." "It's ok Sara, its ok." She felt his hand run up her back and back down. He put a hand around her shoulders as she started to cry again. He took his thumbs and wiped the tears off her cheeks. He pulled her over onto his lap and hugged her. Sara pulled herself into the embrace. They broke away and Nick put a hand on her cheek and kissed her. He explored her mouth with his tongue. Nick pulled off her shirt and then pulled off his own. She felt his bare skin against hers and leaned up closer
~*Shall I continue?*~
At the scene
"Sara, are you ok? You've been staring at the vic for a minute now." "Yeah, I'm fine" As she tore her eyes away from dead woman, she thought about her past and was swept away into a swirl of painful memories and death, but as quickly as zoomed into her forgotten past, she was brought back to the present. "Sara, are you sure you're fine." "Nick, I'm good." "Ok, I'm going to take the snapshots, you search the premises." "Sure." As Sara walked around the house, searching for hairs or anything else that might help, she got caught up in her memories again. This time she remembered pain, and screaming. Herself screaming. Blood, blood everywhere, and a gun. A guy with a gun that had tried to kill her. But didn't. She was brought out of the moment by a shout from Nick. She looked down at her arm and saw a hideous scar staring back up at her. "Sara, I'm worried about you. You walked right past a gun, hell; you were looking right at it." "Nick! You were supposed to be photographing the body." "You're right, I was supposed to, but I wasn't. I don't think you're fine." "Mind your own business, I'm good, I already told you. Go photograph the damn body." "Ok.sheesh." As Sara started walking again, she remembered something. Something horrifically scary to her, she ran to her Tahoe and drove back to her apartment, thinking that she could be fired, but hell, she didn't care. That person back there. That Jane Doe, it was her.
"Sara, where the fuck are you?" The Tahoe was gone so he knew that she wasn't kidnapped. "Sara? God, she's going to get in deep shit from Gris." Damn it, he thought. Where is she?
At Sara's Apartment
As Sara lay down on the couch some more memories came to her. She now remembered a white hospital bed, and the heart rate monitor. She remembered a doctor come in and say that she might not survive. She remembered a surgery room to remove the bullet that was lodged it her gut. She had a sudden longing for a friendly face. Nick's face. But he was still on shift. Like I should be. She thought guiltily. She suddenly felt a lump in her throat and tears well up in her eyes. Why do I want to see Nick so badly? She asked herself. The phone rang, bringing her back to Earth. It was Nick, and he was between worried and mad. "Hello?" "Sara, what the hell do you think you're doing? Running off like that, you could get fired! God, ya could have at least told me you were going, are you OK? Why did ya run off like that?" On the other side of the line Nick heard Sara start to cry. "What's wrong Sara? Look. I'm coming over. Don't go anywhere." Nick hung up, with Sara still sobbing on the other side. After Sara hung up, she sat on the couch, still weeping steadily. About five minutes later Nick walked in through the door, well, more stormed. "What the bloody hell are you doing, you could have been kidnapped. Shit. For all I know you could have been dead!" At this point Sara was crying even harder then before. "Sara? What's wrong?" "It's just the past, my past." "What happend Sara?" "No, Nothing." "Sare?" "I was 19, and, well, no. I don't wanna tell you." "Come on, its fine" "No, it's not. Nobody knows, and no one is supposed to know." "I won't tell anyone, ok? "No." "I know you were 19, the same age as our vic today, does this have anything to do with her?' "No, maybe, yeah.see, she was raped and killed, and I was that too, but I almost died." "It's ok Sara, its ok." She felt his hand run up her back and back down. He put a hand around her shoulders as she started to cry again. He took his thumbs and wiped the tears off her cheeks. He pulled her over onto his lap and hugged her. Sara pulled herself into the embrace. They broke away and Nick put a hand on her cheek and kissed her. He explored her mouth with his tongue. Nick pulled off her shirt and then pulled off his own. She felt his bare skin against hers and leaned up closer
~*Shall I continue?*~