Chapter 1
Sara sat alone in the locker room, her whole body was shaking, how she hated rain storms, so many painful memories. Thoughts of what Natalie Davis had done to her flooded her mind.
"Get over it Sidle," she whispered to herself, "You have a job to do."
Sara stood and walked into one of the rooms in the main area of the Crime Lab and proceeded to get her shift started.
Half way through shift and the rain had not let up. Sara was joking with two of her co-workers about asking Greg to pick up something to eat when DB can in the room.
"All right. All right. Listen up. PD just pulled a man out of a flood channel with a suspicious head injury, we need to process him. Treat it like a crime until we know otherwise. Who's up next?" he asked.
Despite the fact she really didn't want to go out in the weather Sara said, "That'd be me."
A few more words were exchanged as Sara took the paper form DB's hand and left.
Sara went to the hospitable, where she is told that any ID would be in the bag that the man had with him. She picked it up and opened it, a look of shock crossed her face.
"G-Guys. Back out of here slowly and take him with you," she says, nodding toward the unidentified man.
"What is it?" she is asked.
"Bomb! And it is armed. It's a bomb," she said, hardly able to believe it herself.
It felt like an eternity but when the bomb squad arrived they were able to safely take it from her. Sara was shaken but stays and finishes processing the man.
When everything is finished Sara's shaky legs forces her to sit.
Jim Brass walks in, "How you doing Sara?"
"A little shaky," she tells him, "Nothing like staring into the abyss for 20 minutes to decided what's important in life."
"It's sad how it takes something so intense to make us stop and smell the coffee," Jim says.
All the rest of the shift Sara could not get Jim's words off her mind.
"I came a heartbeat away from being blown to pieces," she told herself, "You just never know."
Sara fell into a chair. In her mind she could see all the cases she had worked. Her mind was filled with all the people who had been taken way to soon.
"Did they any regrets?" she wondered, "Anything left unsettled? Unsaid? If you knew it is coming would you make sure everything is settled?"
What happened to Warrick came back to her just as if it was yesterday. He had no idea that morning when he got out of bed that it would be his last day on earth.
"You never know if the last thing you say to someone will be THE LAST thing they hear," Sara said, almost in a whisper.
She remembered a case a few years ago when a whole family was murdered except their little girl. She remembered a talk she had with Nick too: "When it's your day - it's your day".
She firmly believed that, especially after what had happened with Natalie Davis.
"That was not my day and neither was today," she said, as she stood up, "But tomorrow maybe."
There was something she had to do, something she had to settle, before "her day" came around.
Sara made a few phone calls, and then she went to find DB.
"I know it's sudden but I have to," she told him, after explaining what she wanted to do.
DB smiled, "I know. Go."