I wrote chapter 2, but had problems downloading, so I split them up. This is the second half of what would have been chapter 2. Have a great day and don't forget to write!

In the car, Nick wasn't going to make small talk. He was going to wait on her. He knew that it had been awkward since their night together; he had tried to give her some space to think things through. Seeing her almost fall asleep at the evidence table renewed concerns that he had for the past 2 weeks; she looked wasted away, vexed, and incredibly lonely. He wanted to get her alone, and thankfully Warrick came through for him. Nick couldn't keep much from his closest friend. Warrick knew about what had happened, at least the one night stand, and was sworn to secrecy.

Sara got into the passenger seat, put on her seatbelt. She didn't look at him, keeping her focus forward.

Nick smiled at her, "Where to my dear?"

Sara still looked ahead, "My house." She sighed. "Nick, I'm so sorry." She turned to him, and he saw the dark circles under her eyes. He knew why she was apologizing; he didn't have to ask why. He put his hand on her pale cheek and lightly caressed her as she relaxed by his touch.

"I'll always forgive you Sara, please, just don't block me out. I know that you are hurting, and I hope it's not because of me. If it is, tell me, you know I will fix it, I don't want this wall between us. These past two weeks have been torture not talking to you."

She relished his touch, but she didn't give in totally, she knew Nick wanted her love, and she wasn't ready to give that away. She sat back in the seat and looked forward again.

He put the car in drive and headed out of the parking garage. The drive was quiet as they quickly maneuvered through traffic. Pulling up to her townhouse, she was nervous. Having him so close to her was unnerving, but his presence also did something else.

They were no where to be found.

Anytime Sara heard of a ghost story she always took it in the same manner as the Tooth Fairy or Easter Bunny. It was just a story to amuse children, she didn't believe in them. But for the last year she was finding out something different.

At first, it was coldness that she felt whenever she was alone. She could dress up in sweats and wrap herself in blankets, but she couldn't get warm. It wouldn't be as strong when she was around people, but it always was there.

A few weeks after the unexplained chills came the movements out the corner of her eye. It was if someone was watching her, and when she realized it and looked where the person was, they were gone, like they were playing an unending game of hide and seek. This had gone on for months, and it drove her to distraction every time she was at home. She kept the television on the whole time she was home, as a diversion, and it helped for some time.

She finally saw them brushing her teeth one morning. She was spitting out the toothpaste in the sink and when she rose up her head to look in the mirror she saw someone behind her. It was a young blond teenager. She was dripping wet, in a white towel. Her skin was a bluish tone, like she had been dead for some time. The burns on her body brought a case back to remembrance. It was the one with the brother and sister- Marlon and Hannah. He had killed a girl they had both knew and hated. Somehow she was behind her and it shook Sara to the core. She turned around and the girl was gone.

This happened with more and more frequency with each passing day. It would be different cases, all which had been hers. They soon got bold enough to not hide in the shadows anymore. She would come home to her ghosts, and it seemed that more and more showed up everyday. She wasn't a very social person, but if someone were to come to her house, she wasn't a very gracious host. She was on the edge of her seat, trying to talk to the person, while all of her uninvited guests roamed at will around her house. Even when Gil came to the house, he couldn't relax with her like that. He only spent the night once, and she was such a nervous wreck throughout the whole night, that he left early.

Two weeks ago she fell off the wagon. It started with finding the bottle of Saki hidden in the cupboards. A couple of drink, and the ghosts didn't bother her so much. When that ran out, she went to the bar, and for the first time, the ghosts followed. She didn't like that, but their company became more acceptable with each passing drink, so she bought the bottle of cherry vodka and started downing shots.

Then Nick showed up.

She was embarrassed that he found her in that state. But something happened when he showed up. The ghosts left, the movement out the corner of her eye was gone, and she was warm, for the first time in almost a year.

When he went to her house, it was like she had her home back again. She was warm and vibrant and alive. When she awoke from the dream later, did she realize, they never left, and they just changed places. It was a depressing thought, that and having Nick see her in such a state gave her the courage to kick him out of her house.

It was a mistake. No, not sleeping with him. Kicking him out. As soon as he left, they came back with a vengeance. Her house was full of ghosts and she had no idea what to do. There was no rest for her. There was no peace.

If anyone could help her now, it was Nick.