Sweet Dreams are made of these

After an attack at a crime scene Sara finds herself in a dream world that shows what she could have... but can she bare to tear herself away from something that felt so right.

part one.

Chapter one: climbing down the rabbit hole.

Sara glanced at him annoyed, he was doing it again. He was tapping his fingers along the dashboard of her car to the music playing over the radio. He of course annoyed her when he switched the channels without even asking her. She tried her hardest to remain annoyed but he caught her eyes and grinned, his lopsided grin that had seemed refreshing when she first walked into the LV crime lab.

"What" he questioned fringing innocence Sara shook her head trying to hide the smile and keep a look of annoyance. Greg however grinned and looked out the window as though he had won some argument between them.

He had been a fully trained CSI for at least three months now and this was their solo case since she was his mentor. She realised how much she missed working with Greg, he always brighten her day up with out really trying. He was just Greg… what ever that meant any more. Sara took the exit she needed and prepared herself for the case ahead of them. A B&E that somehow had gone wrong, with the home owner being raped and murdered before her husband returned home only to find himself being stabbed, a neighbour reported a scream coming from the home stating the couple were happy and never fought.

As they neared their destination Sara noticed that Greg's attitude changed he became more serious and was ready to become more professional. Sara admired that about the young CSI, he knew when to pull the game face on. However it did make her a little sad when she thought back to the times when Greg worked in the labs and was carefree, he didn't have to witness the horrors man kind could inflict on each other and Sara wished she could give him back that innocence, he didn't need to see the things he had because Greg Sanders was too sweet a person.

The crime scene was quite two officers stood out side the house and two more inside. They didn't have any good witnesses reports so far and they had checked the house as far as they scene would allow, they were worried about messing something up. Sara and Greg headed into the house greeting Jim Brass who stood out of the way speaking to a neighbour.

"Ah I see the troublesome two are here" Brass attempted to lighten the mood and it had worked for a moment but they all knew what they were here to do.

"You know we're the best… we're the da bomb" Greg declared with a crooked grin, Brass raised his eyebrows and looked to Sara who shrugged and smiled "when did people stop speaking a language I could understand" Brass asked as Sara laughed solemnly "don't worry, I don't think even he understands himself sometimes" Sara offered as Greg gave then a fake look of hurt causing Brass to laugh then look towards the house "all yours" he offered before Sara and Greg headed towards the house.

As they walked Greg leaned close to Sara and whispered "so how big is the master bedroom… because I have a king size bed if you're interested… Brass did say it was all ours" Greg stated causing Sara to laugh once more and shake her head slapping him lightly against his chest. Greg ducked back but still got hit.

Still being the senior CSI Sara ordered Greg to search around downstairs while she checked upstairs. Greg took his directions and headed about his job. Sara headed upstairs and glanced around the darken hallway, it looked like most family homes she had seen. Clean, everything in its place… pictures of happy moments placed on the walls. Sara nodded to the officer standing at the top of the stairs before she moved from room to room. The first victim had interrupted the suspect when he had reached the second room… Sara shook her head before she brought the camera back to her eye and took pictures of the room, if the victim had locked the door instead of going to investigate she may have survived, but then again when are you meant to be more safer then in your own home.

Sara had just finished her collection when she heard something from the adjoining room to the spare bedroom. It was a bathroom with its door slightly ajar, the officers first on the scene said it was clear. But then again when they find bodies their thoughts going to getting medical help no matter how late it is.

Sara frowned and glanced out into the hallway, she had heard the officer go back down stairs at the direction of Brass, she was about to go call from him now when there was another sound- a creaking- from the bathroom. Sara lowered her camera to the floor and unclipped her gun ready to pull it out if she needed to. She headed towards the bathroom and gently pushed the door open. At first nothing was out of the ordinary, one sink one toilet and one shower. It was a pale green that reminded Sara of pea sick colour. She was about to return to the room she had left when something in the shower caught her attention, the curtain was pulled closed on the shower and something dark hung behind it. Peering closer Sara moved forward. She began to draw her gun when the shower curtain whipped back and she saw the glint of the knife first… she had her gun drawn and pointed at the chest of the dark figure "LAS VEGAS POLICE" she declared loudly and firmly enough but it didn't matter before the figure moved with such speed that she didn't notice the door being slammed into her outstretched arms sending her toppling backwards dropping her arms as sharp pains spread through them. Sara felt dizzy for a few seconds before the door slammed out and the figure stood in the door way with the knife waving at her, she hoped this guy was more afraid of her then she was of him.

She snapped her gun back up at him with new confidence, unless he ran full steam at her she could wound him enough to get back up.

"LAS VEGAS POLICE, DROP YOUR WEAPON" Sara ordered loudly again, hearing the first approach of someone on the stairs. The figure heard it too because his covered faced turned to the door. Someone raced in and Sara hoped it was Brass with his officers. But to Sara's horror the voice behind her didn't belong to any of them.

"Sara" Greg called before coming to a stop, by instinct Sara glanced behind her and saw Greg's wide eyes as he took in the situation. Though it felt nothing more then a few seconds to glance at Greg then look back at the suspect it was long enough for the dark figure to take his opportunity to spring forward. Sara heard Greg shout her name once more but something blocked out the rest. The white hot pain that spread through her as the glint of the knife drove into her shoulder knocking the wind out her. Sara looked into the figures eyes and saw madness… before there was another glint and the pain spread to her chest and she felt her self fall down hearing Greg call out to her once more before darkness and pain claimed her… she was sinking, fast she heard voices so far away… they were talking about her they had to be but she couldn't make out the words maybe just letting it be silent for a little while was ok… maybe she would be allowed to sleep… she wouldn't sleep long… not long at all just till the pain went away…

For now sweet dreams.