Title: Come On And Come To Me Now
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"Go on home or…" Greg rummaged in his jeans and finally pulled out a key, "go back to mine if you don't think you can deal with staying at yours all night. I'll find you after shift. We can talk then." Greg said giving her another quick squeeze, wishing he could take the scared, haunted look from her eyes.
Sara paced her apartment for the hundredth time that hour alone. She hadn't wanted to go to Greg's, fearing what she might find. She felt trapped in her own home. She had never felt claustrophobic before… Sara slammed down the forensics journal she had been holding, scribbled a quick note in case Greg got off shift early, then left the apartment complex.
The sun had risen long before Greg found her.
"Hey," he smiled. "Wow! This place is cool." Greg looked around the small park they were in. A large field with several teenagers kicking a ball around, a play park with slides and swings as well as the few trees that he and Sara were sat next to. Sara laughed at his expression. He looked like he'd have the time of his life playing soccer with the boys or on the roundabout.
"I thought that would be your reaction. You're a big kid Greg Sanders, ya know that."
Greg looked puzzled then smiled as he said, "So that's why Linds likes me so much," before joining in with Sara's laughter. "I'm starved. Do ya wanna get some breakfast?" Greg asked holding his hand out to help Sara off the rock she had been sitting on.
"Sure." Sara said letting Greg help her up. Sara suddenly gripped Greg's hand hard as she swayed slightly. Sara closed her eyes tight, trying to concentrate on not falling. When she opened her eyes again she was looking straight into Greg's.
"Your eyes are pretty," she said before she could stop herself, Sara's face quickly burned with embarrassment.
"Thanks," Greg shrugged off the compliment. "Are you okay? Do you want to see a doctor or something?"
"I'm fine, it was just a dizzy spell, honestly. I haven't slept much since…I just don't sleep much." Sara tried to assure him.
"How long haven't you been sleeping?" Greg asked seriously.
"Greg, please don't…"
"I want to help Sara, please just answer my question." He pleaded, worry plain on his face.
"Three weeks, two days. Happy now?" she snapped, breaking free of the grip neither had realised they had kept. After several deep breaths guilt crashed over her. "Greg. I'm sor…"
"Don't." Greg cut her off. "I don't want you to apologise. I want to help, but I won't pressure you into telling me what happened. Come to me when you're willing to except my help okay." Greg turned from her, his hands in his jeans to keep himself from pushing a stray strand of hair from her face, from reaching for her.
"Greg!" Greg turned as Sara jogged to catch him, A few seconds after she was at his side. Her hand reached for his and he gladly gave it to her, entwining their fingers slightly. "Can we still get breakfast first?" Greg couldn't help but smile.
"Can I class this as a date?" He asked her.
"Dream on lab rat." Sara smiled.
"If it meant I got to go on a date with you then I'd go to sleep now." Sara shook her head still smiling.
"Come on, I want food. It's the first time I've felt hungry in weeks." She pulled at his hand, not wanting to let go.
An hour later they were sat in Greg's, surprisingly tidy, apartment eating pancakes and bagels. After they had eaten, both sat on the sofa together. Sara knew she had to do this, she had to tell someone, it didn't make it any less difficult. She wasn't ready to.
"You don't have to tell me Sar. I'll wait until your ready to." Greg seemed to read her mind.
"I need to tell someone Greg, and I don't think I'll ever be ready in fifty years." Greg gave her a sympathetic smile and pulled her body closer to his.
"I can't remember much about them," Sara started.
"Them?"
"Greg, please don't. This is hard enough to do as it is."
"Sorry." Greg mumbled his apology.
"Black hoodies, ski mask, latex gloves, cigarettes on the breath of one of them. That's all I can remember about how they looked. They were in the house when I got in from work…"
Flashback
The place was dark, sunlight had been trying to pierce the thick clouds since dawn an hour before, but failed as the choking grey clouds covered the sky.
Sara struggled out of the car, even a workaholic needed sleep, and she'd just pulled a triple on a murder/suicide case involving a six year old girl and her parents. It had been almost forty eight hours since she last though about sleeping. Locking the car she made her way towards her small apartment, only to find the door already slightly open. Her hand reached for her gun, clasping the cold metal. She slipped inside alert for intruders. Nothing. The apartment was a mess, glass everywhere, the table tipped. Sara scanned the room, it was clear. Moving quietly she made her way to the other rooms. Bathroom…clear. Bedroom…clear. Just as she had cleared the room a gloved hand covered her mouth while another trapped her hands to her sides, forcing her to drop the gun.
"Looks like we've been caught in the act." His grip was tight and his breath was thick with the smell of cigarettes.
"What are we going to do with her boss?" a small voice sounded from behind her as Sara struggled against her capture.
"Have some fun of course, she's a pretty one…STUPID BITCH!" He yelled letting go slightly as Sara's teeth sunk into his palm. Sara fell as her feet were swept from beneath her, the ground loomed closer and a fist connected with her face. Darkness slipped over her.
End flashback
"I went in and out of consciousness after that. I knew what they were doing but I couldn't stop them. I was helpless against them." Sara's voice was barely a whisper, her nails were slowly being chewed down to the quick as she talked. "Simon says be scared. Simon says tell the police. Simon says I'll see you around. It was the same note Greg. The same note in the same place."
Greg watched as Sara fought to contain her emotions. " It's okay Sar. You're okay now and we'll get this sorted . They won't hurt you again."
Sara gave a small smile at the look of pure determination on Greg's face. "My hero, hey. Would have preferred Aragorn, but it look like you'll have to do." Greg gave a small smile back, a faint blush tracing his cheeks, the moment was broken by Greg yawning.
Sara copied him then laughed, "Yawning is more contagious then laughing."
"Hmmm." Greg acknowledged, eyes closed. Sara watched him smiling to herself.
"Greg?" Sara asked, her voice quiet again. Almost shy.
"Yeah," he mumbled sleepily. Sara bit her lip .
"Can I stay here with you?" Greg's eyes opened in shock, but seeing Sara meant it, he shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch, wrapping his arms around her.
"Sure, but you have to promise to get some sleep."
" 'kay," she mumbled, her eyes already closed.
A/N:
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