Hi guys *waves* am back! This story is based on the movie Premonition and came to me when i was watching it the other day. Hope y'all enjoy. Updates should be quick, please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or Premonition and am making no profit from this, unfortunately.

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Premonition

Premonition: A sense or feeling of foreboding concerning a possible event in the future.

Precognition: The ability to know impeding events before they happen.

Thursday

I roll over and smack the alarm clock. Before I have chance to register what time it is Lindsey bounds through the door and onto the bed, onto me.

"Morning baby." I mumble.

"When's Sara coming home?" She asks, clambering over the covers until she is sitting on my stomach.

"Tonight honey. It was only an overnight trip." I answer, waking up a bit more now.

"Why couldn't we go with her?" Slowly I manage to pull myself into a sitting position, with Lindsey now on my lap and gazing up at me with curious blue eyes.

"Because it was work. It wouldn't have been very fun, and besides, you have school." I say, tapping her nose. She scrunches up her face and I laugh. "C'mon, let's get you dressed." I pick her up and clamber out of bed, balancing her on my hip.

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After dropping Lindsey at school, once again having to remind her to pick her lunch up off the backseat, I stop off at the store to buy groceries before heading home, where I call Nancy while cleaning the kitchen. Multi-tasking always was a forte of mine.

"Anyway, I have to go. Got ironing to do." Nancy jokes.

"Mhmm. What's his name?" I suppress a smile.

"Well I don't like his name much, it's Harry, but you never know he could be the one."

"Pigs could fly. Good luck hon." I say before hanging up and going to tend to my laundry. Some of us actually do have ironing to do. As I'm sorting through the basket of clothes I find Lindsey's rainbow jumper and after a brief inspection find that it is clean enough to be worn again so I put it aside.

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With the laundry done I move onto a task that I've been meaning to do for ages and never got around to. Lindsey and Jeremy are always running through the house and one day I swear one of them is going to go through the sliding glass doors onto the patio. So, I spend a good hour putting brightly coloured stickers on them so that they can clearly tell when the doors are closed. This was Sara's idea and when I'm done I stand back to admire and I must admit it was a damn good idea.

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Having finished my major chores I go to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and on the way past I press the answer machine to check my messages. I have one.

"Hi, um, it's me. I just wanted you to know that I meant what I said the other night and, well I want you to remember it." Sara's voice runs through my body and drenches me in warmth. We have had a few problems lately, but she can still have this effect on me. She pauses a moment and I can hear her swear under her breath as she finds she has a call waiting. "Is that you?" she asks quietly before the message ends. I stare at the answer machine for a moment as if it would answer my unasked question, until the doorbell breaks me out of my trance.

Upon answering the door my heart sinks. Even though I know the person staring back at me well, I still get that feeling that one always gets when you find a policeman on your doorstep. And something in the detective's eyes tells me that this is no social call.

"Jim, what's up?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

"Catherine, I hate to be the one to tell you this." He goes silent for a moment, as if he's not sure how to say it.

"Jim?" The word trembles as it leaves my lips; I do not like where this is going. Sadness takes over his face.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers. "It's Sara." In that moment my heart stops. "She's dead."

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I don't know how much time passes before I finally stutter a question.

"How?"

"A car accident, yesterday. I only found out today myself."

"No, no, this isn't possible; I just heard a message from her." I stammer, grasping at anything I can to make this stop. Jim just shakes his head sadly. Finally I collapse into sobs in his arms.

In that moment I thought that my world had ended.

I did not realise that it was all just beginning.