"John?" Sara walked through her flat in search of her boyfriend. "John?"

What happened next is nothing but a mere blur in the back of her memory. To be locked away from everything. Only to be unlocked by the one who holds the keys to her heart. Someone truly unexpected. Someone she never really thought possible.

Will she be able to face the truth of her own feelings? Or will she be stuck in the black hole of her misery, never to see the light of love again?

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"Sara?" Greg Sanders was sprinting all over LVPD for said person.

"Dammit, where is she?" He said to no one in particular.

"How 'bout behind you?" Greg jumped around to face said person.

"Where the hell have you been Sara!" he said dragging her through the halls to the line up room.

"Home, where else would I be?"

"Sara, you knew you had to do this today. So, why where you late? You can tell me." He said to her.

"Greg I can't do this, I don't remember anything from that night." She said, the lump in her throat threatening to cause the held back tears to flow.

"Sara you need to try. Please, just look at the line up and tell me if you remember anything. I don't care what it is, I don't care if it's an old suspect or some guy you walked into the other day, but you have to do this." He said.

"Greg, I-I, look I want to know who killed John as much as you do, but I don't remember anything else." She said.

"You don't know what happened that night?" He said, his voice threatening to pitch up in emotion.

"No, is there something I should know? Greg? Greg, tell me." She said stepping closer to him.

He knocked on the glass to get Jim, he pulled him away whispered something, and came back to Sara.

"You'll do this tomorrow, there are some things you need to know about the night John Wilson was killed." Greg said dragging her out to his car.

"Like what?" Sara said, almost in hysterics. She was barely able to keep up with Greg.

"Like what he did to you, Sara." Greg said looking at her with such empathy; she didn't need to think twice before she knew what he was talking about.

She, Sara Sidle, had been raped, on the thirteenth of January, in the year of 2005, on the night of her lover, John Wilson's, murder.