Okay, I know I still have my original 'She Walked Away' story to work on, but i heard this song, and was like "OMG, I'm totally writing a story about it!" So I did, and this is the result. It sort of leans towards Nick/OC, but there are no acutally pairings. Please, review, but be kind... anyway, enjoy!

She couldn't take one more day
Home was more her prison now

Hanna knew what she was getting into when it started; she just didn't know how much it would hurt. And that was a lot. The pain was hurting her every single day, and she had no idea what to do; she just wished she could leave sometimes, and never come back. She couldn't really understand how it all started, he wasn't like this at first, but as his job got more stressful, something happened along the way. She should've just left the beginning of it all. Why she didn't, she didn't really understand; maybe… maybe she had hopes that it was all just a bad nightmare, something that would just go away with time… but it never left. It only got worse, and worse, and now it was haunting her every day.

She'd never admit it to anyone, not even Nick, who'd been her best friend since their diapers days, but she was scared. She was scared that one day, he'd go too far, and she, or one of her friends that she so desperately loved, would get severely hurt… or even worse. And she couldn't bare to think of what she would do if one of her friends got hurt because of her…

Independence called out
She had to get it

There was a small window in the room where she was located, and upon hearing the faint noise of a car pass by, she turned her head, and looked out of it. The open road was so inviting, she had yearned to go, and run free. The open road, the clean, fresh air. She wanted it all; but he was holding her back, like he had so many times before. Suddenly, Hanna heard the car park in the driveway, and the door slam shut. She quietly waited for him to barge through the front door, ready to rant about what ever happened at work; she knew the routine. She knew it all to well.

'HANNA!" A voice boomed through the house as the door swung opened, "I'M HOME!"

Let the torture begin… she thought as she slowly got up from her seat, and headed into the living room. There he was, sitting in the lounge chair, looking sweet and innocent. A small smile crossed his face, as he green eyes looking at her lovingly, as if he really did care; and maybe he truly did… but she would never know for sure. Those eyes could lie while under a lie detector, and no one would ever know…

A fight was all she needed
To give her reason

"Hanna…" he said sweetly, "I need to ask you something…"

"No…" she whispered.

"No," she repeated a few seconds latter, much louder then before, "What ever it is you want, no, I'm not giving it to you…"

A frown appeared on his face, and he stood up. Hanna could see the fire burning in his eyes, and she knew he wasn't happy. "What did you say?"

"I… I sa… said no, wh… what ever it is you … you want, I'm not giving it to you…" she stammered. Maybe this was a bad idea, standing up to him like that. She knew what he was capable of, and she knew it was best to stay out of his way… but there was something inside of her, something that just snapped, like a twig, begging to be let free.

"NO!" she screamed all of a sudden. "I'm sick and tired of doing everything you want me to do; I don't want to be your little servant girl any more!"

It happened so fast; Hanna barley remembered him punching her in the face. Her eye felt sore, and she knew it would bruise in a matter of seconds, as she held her hand to her eye, tears almost forming in her crystal blue eyes.

"Don't you dare use that tone of voice with me, EVER again." With that, he stormed down the hallway, Hanna knowing full well that he was coming back soon, and he would be dangerous.

She slammed the door with no goodbye
And knew that it was time

She looked in the mirror; saw the bruise forming around her eye. This was it; she didn't want to deal with it any more. She was going to leave for good, and never come back. She'd be able to start over, and leave her past behind her. Leaving Las Vegas was the best option; leaving it all – leaving him – behind.

She quickly got up, and grabbed her coat and purse. He was still in the other room, but she didn't care if he knew, or not. She was finally picking up the courage to leave this house – this life! – for good, and no one was stopping her; especially not him. She rushed through the front door, and ran to her baby-blue volkswagen convertible. She pulled her keys out of her bag, and quickly unlocked the door, practically yanking it open.

Finally, she was out on the open road, with nothing to keep her down; she was finally free to do what she wanted to do, with out restrictions. She could finally be her own person. With the top down, the wind rustled through her hair. She looked down at her bag, and saw her cell phone sitting on the seat next to it. Shrugging, she continued on her way, wanting nothing more then to take in the peace and quiet.

Now she's driving too fast
She didn't care to glance behind

She figured she was probably driving a lot faster then she was supposed to, but she really didn't care. For the first time in a long while, she really didn't care about anything. She was free; finally free. As small smiled appeared on her face as the wind continued to run through her long, blonde hair, causing it to fly all over the place. A mixture of happiness and sadness flooded through her body, as the tears started falling from her face, and landing on the steering wheel.

What am I doing…? She thought as she drove down the open road. Her world was crazy right now, and she was just doing another crazy thing. For a moment, she briefly had second thoughts about it all. But she knew she didn't ever want to go back to that dreaded place; she made a promise to herself right then and there that she wasn't even going to give in another glace back. Too preoccupied with life, she didn't really pay attention to anything else around her.

Life was going by way to fast for her, and she knew right then and there, that this was the best choice for her. No going back, no more seconds thoughts. This was it. No more.

And through her tears she laughed
It's time to kiss the past goodbye

And, even though with all the sadness, and pain, she figured she'd miss the place a lot. She had memories, most of them with Nick, in Las Vegas. They had been through everything as children, and upon graduating from high school, the two friends decided to finally go there separate ways, only to meet in Las Vegas, four years latter, and the two took the city by storm. It was strange, really, how everyone thought that she and Nick would make a cute couple; ever since they were little children. But she and Nick had both agreed that they would only stay best friends, nothing more, and it had stayed that way for their whole lives; though, Hanna would only admit to herself, that, maybe she was falling for her best friend, just a little…

Hannah let out a laugh through all the tears; it wouldn't matter now, she was leaving. She couldn't help but repeat that statement over and over again in her head; no matter how many times she said it, she still couldn't grasp the concept that she was finally free. A small smile appeared on her lips, and she decided to take one last look back, blowing a small kiss in it's direction.

I'm finally on my own
Don't try to tell me no

Sometime down the road, she noticed that her phone had started to ring in the passenger's seat. She quickly reached down, and picked it up to see who was calling her; it was Nick.

"Nick, what do you want…?" She asked as she flipped the phone open. She didn't mean to sound so harsh, but it just sort of popped out.

"God, Hanna, where are you?" He asked, clearly worried, "Jason called, said you left in the middle of a talk, for no reason. Are you okay?"

Tears started falling from her eyes; she couldn't expect herself to lie to her best friend… but she had to, for both of their safeties.

"Just driving around the city for a bit," she lied, "to cool down."

"Why? Did something happen? Are you okay?"

"No, Nick, nothing happed. I'm fine. Honestly…" She tried so hard to keep her voice straight, and not cracked. She hated when she cried over the phone with Nick, because he could always tell, even at the slightest of noise.

"Hanna, he didn't hurt you again, did he?!" She could hear the urgency in his voice as he talked, and it sadden Hanna to know that she was leaving behind the only good thing that ever happened to her.

"No... He... He…" She let out a huge sob as she held the phone to her mouth. The tears started falling down her face again, and this time all she could do was let them fall. It was nice to hear Nick soothing voice calm her down.

There's so much more for me
Just watch what I will be

"Shh… tell me where you are, and I'll come get you…"

Before anything else could be said, all of a sudden, Hanna felt her car slam into something else. Taking in her surroundings, she saw that she had hit another car, causing her to go flying in the air, finally landing upside down. Although wearing her seatbelt, her head hit the steering wheel, causing her to blank out during all the chaos. The last thing she remembered hearing, was Nick's voice calling out to her…

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"Hanna! Hanna!"

Something was wrong; Nick knew it. While talking with the young woman on the phone, she heard a loud crash, a scream that he knew all to well as Hanna's, then nothing. Not knowing what to do, he did the one thing that seemed logical. He quickly closed his phone, re-opening it, and typed in a few numbers, before impatiently waiting for the person on the other end to pick up.

"Grissom here…"

"Gris, It's Nick. I think something seriously bad just happened to Hanna, and I don't know what to do."

"Nick calm down. Tell me what happen."

And so Nick told him what had happened. Grissom sat in his chair, and just listened as Nick told the story, paying close attention.

"Don't worry, Nick" he said when the Texan was done, "We'll find her. I promise."

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