Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters on CSI. This story is just for fun and has not been made for profit.
Every time she closed her eyes, Sara Sidle was met by the terrifying image of what had happened to her earlier that day. The drumming of the rain on the lab's roof was starting to irritate her, making it hard to concentrate on what she should be doing. She looked down at her half written report and sighed. Ever since the incident in the mental hospital, Sara had been distracted and constantly worried, worried that he could suddenly appear and try to finish what he started. She tapped the table softly with the pen and tried to focus on her task, but her mind had other plans. Memories of the incident slowly crept into her thoughts. This time, she couldn't fight them off.
She was sat on the floor of the nurse's office, with Adam's arms wrapped tightly around her, restricting her breathing. He held the sharp, jagged piece of pottery to her neck and pressed on her throat. Every time she tried to scream for help, he pressed on harder. Through the window, she could see Grissom approaching. Once he had seen Sara, his face flooded with panic. He looked scared, and his blue eyes were glistening with emotion. He reached out for the door handle. The door was locked, he couldn't get in, and Sara couldn't get out. "Open the door." Grissom whispered to the guard that was stood beside him. Even though she was only reminiscing, Sara could hear his worried voice crystal clear, as if he was stood next to her. "Open the door, please." His voice became louder and sterner, but the worry was still there. She heard the scrape of metal on metal and the click of a lock. Adam starting rocking back and forth, taking Sara with him. She shut her eyes, dreading the worse.
"Sara?" Sara suddenly snapped out of her trance-like state and looked up. Grissom was stood over her, looking down at her incomplete report.
"Yes?" She replied, trying to shake the images out of her head.
"How are you feeling? Are you sure you want to carry on with this case?"
"I'm fine Grissom; you don't need to worry about me. And yes, I do want to carry on. If I give up, I'm giving Adam what he wants. He wants to see me scared, insecure and defeated, but he isn't going to."
"You're strong Sara, and I respect that, but everyone needs a rest once in a while. I'm not telling you to give up, but I am advising you to take a break if things get tough."
"I will. Thank you." She smiled weakly, but the pain in her expression couldn't be covered up. Grissom smiled softly back at her and turned and left the room. Sighing, Sara put her head on the cold hard desk and closed her eyes. Fortunately, the images were gone. All she could see was blackness.