A/N:
I've written this prologue a while
back, but I didn't want to upload it until I had the plot of this
story figured out more clearly. This is an old-fashioned Sara
thriller, because I really missed her (luckily she'll be back!).
Please read and review! Closure
PrologueHer
eyes were fixed upon the road in front of her. All she saw was
darkness, which was almost impenetrable because of the rain that was
pouring down. Her windshield wipers were rushing their ways up and
down, trying with all their might, and in vain, to keep away the rain
from her view. She was so tired that the rapidly wiping of the wipers
was nearly hypnotizing her. It had been a long day. A child
murder case, yet to be solved. Those were the worst, in her opinion.
Somehow those kind of cases were impossible for her to let go without
having put the bastard who did such a thing to an innocent child
behind bars. Flashes of the desperate, tear-stained faces of the
family appeared in her mind's eye again. Faces that looked at her,
searching for answers for an explanation why this was done to their
loved one, for closure. If it had been up to her she'd not have
gone home at all, until they managed to give them this. But her
supervisor Grissom had found her working at two in the night (seven
hours past the end of her shift), the coffee machine for the CSIs
plundered, trying to find something that would be enough to get a
search warrant for their prime suspect, and had insisted that she go
home. And if she didn't, he'd 'have to fire her for working too
late.' Unwillingly, she had given in to his wish and gotten into
her car to get home. Right now exhaustion, that hadn't been there
at all when she had been working, was taking her over and the idea of
crawling into her warm bed soon didn't sound too bad. Suddenly, her eyes got sight of a car behind her. Its headlights were
reflected into her rearview mirror. It was quite unusual that someone
else was driving at this quiet road, especially in the middle of the
night when it was raining cats and dogs. The car seemed to increase
speed, as far as she could see it through the pouring rain. She
figured the vehicle wanted to pass her, so she slowed down hers and
steered to the right slightly. But the car didn't pass her. It
remained driving behind her, still speeding up, because its lights
shone through the rain into her rearview mirror more clearly now.
Vaguely she heard the driver honk at her. "What do you want
from me?" she whispered under her breath, irritated. She glanced
into the rearview mirror again, trying to get a look at the driver,
but rain drops still hindered her sight. The lights came even
closer, until the car bumped firmly into hers. She was thrown
forward, her head hitting the steering wheel. She cursed loudly,
rubbing her forehead with one hand, while the other desperately tried
to keep the car on the road. She knew she was supposed to
stop now, but somehow her intuition told her to get away from there.
She was about to accelerate again, when the vehicle behind her once
again crashed into hers; this time the shock was even harder. "What
the HELL?!" she screamed out. She glanced into the rearview
mirror once again. She heard the sound of the honk again, closer this
time. Maybe it was best to pull over after all. Something wasn't
quite right, that was for sure. She slowly pushed down the
brake, until her car came to a halt at the side of the road. She
pulled her keys out of the ignition, but stayed in her seat. Not
until now she realized her heart had started beating faster. She told
herself to calm down. Whoever the person was, they might be hurt and
needing her help. Judging by the turned off car lights the car behind
her had stopped as well. "Oh, God," she said, as the
pouring rain immediately soaked her. In vain she tried to block the
rain drops by lifting her arms above her head. She narrowed her eyes
trying to see something. "Hello?" There wasn't
any kind of response. Carefully she began moving closer to the car.
She could barely see anything in the darkness. If only she had had
her faithful flashlight right now... All of a sudden, two
hands on her shoulders. Her heart skipped a beat and she nearly let
out a cry. She tried to spin around, but the stranger held her in the
same position so she couldn't see their face.
Minutes passed by without anything
happening. Without knowing if she did the right thing, she opened the
car door and stepped outside.
Then
a voice close to her ear. "Honey, I've been looking everywhere
for you." She felt her stomach turn in fear. Blindly she
grabbed to her hip where she normally carried her gun. A wave of
despair went through her as her hand felt nothing. She left it in her
car, in the back seat. "Let go of me!" She had to
improvise. She couldn't help her voice to slide out to a high
note. The stranger, a guy judging by his voice, tightened the
grip on her shoulders. "Sssh, honey. Be silent." Honey.
He kept on calling her honey. Her brain worked at high speed.
Apparently to him she wasn't a stranger. Did she have to play along
with him? "Will you let go of me please? You're hurting
me," she said softly, as calmly as she could with her heart beating
its way out of her chest. The hands loosened slightly and she
immediately took her chance. She struggled herself free by elbowing
him hard in the chest, then rushed past him to her car. But in less
than a second he was next to her again, wrapping an arm around her
neck, pulling her close to him. "Why are you trying to walk
away, hon? Don't you remember me?" His breath in her
neck, a shiver went through her spine. She was out of ideas what to
do to escape. He held her in a tight grip she wasn't able to free
herself from. And now he began pushing her in the direction of his
car. With all of the strength she had inside of her she tried to stay
where she stood, but he was stronger. Pleading was the only solution
she saw at the moment. "Please, why are you doing this? You
don't want to do this," she said in a shaky voice. "I w-work in
Law Enforcement," she added, hoping this would scare him off
somehow. It didn't. "I know, sweetie. I know
where you work. In fact, I believe I know everything about you."
