Disclaimer: Characters contained within do not belong to me.
Author's Notes: I absolutely have to thank PhDelicious and Cincoflex for their invaluable help on this story, as well as Mingsmommy who still talks to me, even after I called her while I was driving on the freeway, to tell her the idea for this story in case I forgot it later. And I really want to thank all of you for stopping by to read it. I have to tell you, it will be different. But I hope you'll give it a try:)
Dedication: I've wanted to write a story in memory of our lost GSR friend, Tiffany, for awhile now. So this one is for her.
Rain Must Fall
by Kristen Elizabeth
Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary. – Longfellow
Prologue
Sara was surprised at how much it didn't hurt to be trapped underneath a car.
It wasn't comfortable by any means, but it was tolerable. She'd woken up groggy from whatever had been injected into the side of her neck back in the parking garage. There had been pain at the injection site that had dulled into a minor ache rather quickly. But that had been it. As far as she could tell, the only thing that kept her from crawling out was the mysterious drug. Her legs wouldn't cooperate.
She'd just wait, she decided. Wait until Grissom found her. Because he would. He had to. She trusted him with her life.
But then the rain started. And the more it rained, the softer the ground beneath her became.
As best she could figure it, the car was sinking into the softened ground. And the car didn't seem to care that she was underneath it, and that while she was slipping into the mud, too, she wasn't going down nearly as fast as the heavy metal above her.
Pressure on her legs was the first sign that everything was changing. Then her hips. Her chest. Until finally, the weight on her back was too much. She could only take tiny sips of air. The ground and the car pressed both up and down on her, squeezing her slender body.
And then she couldn't breathe at all.
She saw faces. Greg's laugh. Catherine's smirk. Nick's wink. Warrick's slow grin. Grissom's entrancing stare. Those eyes she could never resist, could never look away from.
Then there were voices. They spoke to her, mumbled words that made no sense. Except for him. She could hear him clearly.
Don't give up, Sara.
She always did what he wanted her to do. But this time…it wasn't up to her.
Sara let her hand relax, let it stop reaching for something that wasn't there. She rested her cheek on the cold pillow of mud and closed her eyes.
With the last whispers of breath left in her body, she pleaded to a power higher than science and reason.
"Please don't let this be the end…"
To Be Continued
