Still working on my other fanfics, but this came into my mind and I wanted to try to write it and see where it went. It's my first attempt at a GSR story. Kind of angsty and dramatic. I'll throw in some Morganders too, of course. I'll see where this goes as I try to unravel it from my thinking. Let me know what you think.
The metal feels cold against my sweating palm. It couldn't measure more than five pounds, but the weight of the gun grounds me to the floor. As I land on my knees, the last forty eight hours replays through my head. Hard to imagine that just two days before I was nothing more than a simple man trying to maintain a simple life, the stains of my past almost faded from my soul. But two days ago, she was safe. Two days ago, there was time. And two minutes ago, there was hope. My mind is racing, and my control is as shaky as my hands are now. As blood pools around me, I look into the eyes of the only person who knows where she is, receiving nothing but a lifeless stare in return.
Two Days Earlier…
Sara Sidle sat on the bench in the empty locker room, breathing deeply. Her shift had just ended, and the exhaustion radiated throughout her whole body. Despite her desperate need for sleep, she knew she wouldn't get any. Not today. Not since the day the date of her wedding anniversary stopped being something to celebrate. She was almost tempted to ask to work overtime, just to keep her mind busy and her heart distracted.
A knock coming from the doorway broke her thoughts as she turned to see Hodges standing at the entrance.
"Hey," he said awkwardly shifting his gaze.
"Can I help you Hodges?" she asked.
"Sorry to bother you, Sara, but there's a package for you at the front desk. Just thought you might want to know before you leave," he told her.
"Thanks I appreciate it." She sent the lab tech a sad half smile, all that she could muster at the moment. Hodges nodded, giving his own tightlipped smile before clumsily making his escape.
Alone again, Sara sighed, stood up, and shut her locker. She made her way to the front desk and greeted the receptionist on duty. The package came in a medium sized box. Handle with care was handwritten on the top of the box, but there was no return address or anything else to indicate where it came from.
"Hey Maggie," she asked the receptionist, "did you happen to see who dropped this off?" The woman behind the desk shook her head as she continued her conversation on the phone. With caution, Sara picked up the package, carrying it to her office.
She set it on her desk and reached for a box cutter, her stomach flipping with sudden anxiety. She hesitated briefly and then before she could think better of it, she cut the tape off the opening of the box.
The sight of what laid inside made her blood run cold and her jaw drop.
"No, it can't be." She tried to steady her breathing, to remember to continue to breathe. She reached for her cellphone and dialed a number she hadn't used in the past two years. Why today of all days?
"Gil," she said when he picked up. "It's me. I'm calling because…" She stared numbly into the box. "I need your help. It's starting again."