Ok new story. Hope you like it.
Saved Her.
Greg Sanders never said anything when Sara came in to work with red and puffy eyes. He never asked about why she was always tired or sad, but when she started to come to work with long sleeves and jeans in summer he had to ask.
"Sara!" he called running to get to her.
"Yes Greg?" She had a bruise on her check, cover with foundation, but still noticeable.
"Oh god. Commer." Greg grabbed her hand and pulled her into the locker room.
"Greg, what are you doing?" She asked annoyed.
"Roll up your sleeves." He demanded staring into her eyes, they flashed with panic.
"No. Greg this is stupid. I need to-"
"Roll up your sleeves now!" He yelled annoyed. Sara jumped at his sudden anger and obediently rolled up her sleeves showing countless scars and bruises.
"Christ." Greg mumbled gently running his fingers over them. Sara turned her face away embarrassed. Greg cupped her chin and gently turned her face to face him.
"Sara, are you alright?" He asked putting his other hand on her shoulder. She winced and Greg gave her a questioning look. She sighed and pulled the collar of her shirt over her shoulder showing him more bruises.
"They are on my stomach, back and legs to." She confessed looking ashamed.
"May I see?" He asked. She pulled her shirt over her head slowly. She had numerous scars, bruises and fresh cuts all over her.
"Jesus. Sara what's going on?" He asked pulling her into a gentle and comforting hug. He pulled back and looked at her face waiting for an answer. She just stared at him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, and shook her head no. Greg pulled her back into the warm embrace and she cried into him.
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"Grissom, Listen I need a warrant." Greg said walking next to Grissom.
"Why? You were given permission to go through everything of Oak's?" Grissom asked.
"I know but I need to spy on someone else or go around their house." Greg just realized how stupid that sounded. Grissom stopped walking and looked at Greg.
"Do it on your time. Right now I am late for a date with the dead" And off he walked to Dr. Robbin's office.
Greg continued with his work and at the end of the day Greg followed Sara home. Sara arrived and sat there in the driver's seat just staring at the house. Reluctantly, she got out and slowly walked up the driveway. Greg parked his car at the house 4 doors down and jogged back to her house.
He walked over to the side and looked in the window. It was a living room and in the middle was a man and Sara. Sara's mouth was moving and the man was smiling. He said something and cupped her face gently. Suddenly he punched her in the stomach. That was all Greg needed.
He walked over to the door and knocked on it. The door opened a moment later reveling the man. Greg smiled and punched the man as hard as he could in the face. The man staggered backwards and grabbed his nose. Sara walked over to see what happened.
"Greg?" She asked in shock. Greg looked at her and saw the pain in her eyes. He was so distracted that he didn't hear Sara yell 'watch out!' He was tackled to the ground and punched rapidly in the face and stomach. Greg struggled but he couldn't escape. Sara was yelling 'John STOP! Leave him alone!' But that only got her a slap. With one more punch to the face Greg passed out.
Ok wrote this 4 weeks ago. Hope you guys liked it. Please review and no flames please. I know my spelling sucks and I am going to get a beta. Please do not comment on it. I am working on Ch 2 now so it will probably be up today. Thanks for reading!
Love,
Rachel