Disclaimer: I don't think Greg and Sara would want me to own them.
A/N: Here is the second part of this story. The song "It Ends Tonight" is indeed by The All American Rejects.
Summary: Sara was completely quiet, trying to catch any sound coming out of the darkness, but there was nothing.
It Ends Tonight: Part 2
Sara did not know how long she was sitting in darkness, her mind wandering around in gloomy circles.
She had already tried thinking of any rational way she could come up with to get out of there, but had to reason eventually that she could only wait. Unless somebody had brought a spare key into this room, which seemed rather unlikely, she did not have a possibility to get out by herself. She figured that she might go on search for right that probably not existing key anyway, if nobody turned up soon.
A sudden sound from the other side of the room made Sara start.
Everything was still dark and no second sound followed for now and neither was Sara able to identify what it been. But something, or someone, was there. A sound could not happen by itself. This thought reminded her of the riddle probably Grissom had brought up once. Was a sound a sound if nobody was there to hear it?
Sara frowned. She was here now and she had heard something, so there was definitely something that had caused that sound. At this moment a second sound followed after all and Sara recognized it as a groan. The cause of the sound was certainly human.
Sara had no idea who else would be in here and would have been quiet for all this time. Of course, she did not really know how much time had passed. Maybe her mind was just playing games with her, and the door had just shut a few minutes ago. She still could not know why she had been shut in her anyway. She could imagine that whoever those people had been had decided that it was enough to keep her out of the way and that there was no need to finish her off like they had done with Greg. Maybe they were long gone now, having accomplished whatever business they had wanted to do at this place.
A cough followed the earlier sounds from the other side of the room now, and Sara grew somewhat sympathetic to whoever was over there. They did not seem to feel alright. She was not sure though if it was a wise idea to acknowledge her presence.
She hesitated for some more moments, before she said quietly, "Hey."
She regretted her action almost instantly, wondering if she had made her last mistake now.
The other person coughed again, but this was succeeded by a voice calling, "Sara?"
Sara jumped up. "Greg? Greg!"
She stumbled through the darkness, over to where she thought his voice had come from.
"Yeah, it's me," he confirmed and Sara could hear a hint of a laugh. His voice was probably the best thing she had heard in a long time. It was much nearer now and she slowed down, not wanting to fall over him or run into him.
"Where are you?" she asked, urgency in her voice.
"Here."
Now she was sure that it came from the floor and she crouched down, feeling her way forwards into his direction until she touched his legs.
"Hey, there you are," he said, when he felt her touch. Sara moved forwards, until she could reach him fully, and hugged him. "Oh, that's all nice and swell, Sara," Greg said, "But can you tell me where on earth we are?"
Sara did not let go of him completely, figuring that if she could not see her friend, she would at least be able to fell where he was for now. She wasn't a very touchy-feely person, but she did not like this complete darkness where her observant senses were partially rendered useless.
"We're in a room on that building site," she answered Greg's question.
"What building site?" Greg wanted to know, and Sara noticed now that he was sounding groggy, something she had not even realized in her first relief on finding him alive.
"How are you feeling?" she asked worriedly, not answering his question for now.
"Like shit," Greg replied immediately. "No idea what happened. Where are we? And why's everything dark? I didn't become blind, did I?"
Sara shook her head, only realizing after a second again that he could not see her. "No, you didn't. It's really dark here. Somebody locked us in here, after-"
After they had pushed Greg over that edge and chased her down here. She wondered how Greg had come in here. The most logical explanation seemed that her earlier idea had been right. Whoever those people had been, they had just wanted them out of the way, and had schlepped Greg in here as well, even before she had come. Sara was confused. She did not like losing her sense of time and orientation.
She did not know how much she really wanted to tell Greg. She also wondered how his condition really was. "Does something hurt?" she asked.
"A little bit," he admitted. "I feel like I have a hung-over all over. Usually I don't have a hung-over in my rips, legs and feet though. I think I could count my bones." He chuckled lightly. It did not surprise Sara that he was hurting all over after that fall. He could be lucky he had even survived it.
"I think my right foot could be broken," Greg continued. "It's kinda hurting a bit."
"It's going to be alright," Sara said, knowing it was just a phrase. She had still the hope though that it would become more. "I've been in here for a while and didn't know you were here, too."
"I'm sorry," Greg returned. "I didn't want to scare you or anything."
"No, Greg, you didn't. I was relieved to find you, really." She wished she would be able to see him, but the darkness was still complete around them.
"What happened, Sara?" Greg asked. Sara told him everything she had seen and heard. "Somebody's going to come soon. I'm sure of it," she ended her narration. They just had to hope it were the right people.
"I'm glad you're here," Greg said after a few moments of silence. Sara did not reply anything. "I mean, I don't want you to be in this situation of course," Greg went on.
"I understand what you mean, Greg," Sara assured him now. They waited in the darkness and Sara found herself growing tired. She was not able to keep her eyes open anymore, not that there was any point in it anyway. "Would you mind if we move over to the wall, so I could lean against it?" she asked.
She felt him moving away from her and she followed carefully, until he stopped. Sara held out her arms in front of her, and found the wall. By now she had lost any sense of orientation in the room. She was not sure anymore where the door was through which she had come.
She leaned against the wall, shutting her eyes. She knew it was not a wise idea to fall asleep, but she did not know how long she would be able to help it, if they stayed in here for very much longer.
"I'm glad you're here, too" she told Greg suddenly, feeling like it was important to say it. She probably would not be able to explain him how glad she actually was, considering she had thought he had not survived that fall and had brooded over gloomy thoughts here in the darkness, thinking she was all alone. She was not able to explain him how calming his company was.
They kept waiting and Sara had no idea how much time was passing. She was not able to read her watch in the dark, and neither of them had their cell phones with that they would at least have known the time, and would have been able to call help of course. The darkness did not help either. For all they knew, the night could have ended by now, the sun could have gone up, unnoticed by them.
It was when a clack came from the other side of the room and blinding daylight suddenly fell upon them that they realized that this guess had been right. The day has already begun. They did not even have time to worry who had opened the door.
"Greg?" Sara?"
Sara had certainly never been as happy as now to hear Catherine's voice. She would probably not be as happy about it later on, when she and the others would berate her about all the mistakes she had made during the last night. It did not matter right now though. Nor did the questions that were still on her mind, questions about what had happened and for what reason.
She had shut her eyes in a reflex when the door had opened and the light had streamed in all at once, but now Sara opened her eyes again, blinking, until her eyes had become used to the light. Then she looked over at Greg, took his hand and helped him up carefully to get finally out of there.