Okay, so I've had a pretty bad day today. Since my boss took a personal day off, it left only my mom and I at the workplace, and normally we don't have any problems, but for some reason, she was griping on me for every little thing. I was ready to explode after the first hour! We didn't have very much come in, which usually means a lot more physical work, such as loading/unloading supplies that range between 10 and 100 lbs, and mopping the lab, which is actually very hard to do since the floor is always a disaster.

So anyway, I put in my eight hours, and after that, we needed to get more supplies for work. Which means more heavy lifting. So we get home, and have dinner, and I'm left to clean up the mess as my mom and uncle help my Grandmother plant some flowers, and then my mom takes my Grandmother back home about an hour later, and during this time, I'm still cleaning. We are having company over on Sunday, so I got a head start on cleaning. By the time my mom gets back, I've started a load of wash, folded clothes and put them away, cleaned up the kitchen and emptied the dishwasher, cleaned the bathroom, cleaned the litter box, picked up the living room and swept half the kitchen floor. So by the time we actually finish cleaning for the night, it's ten thirty, and by this time, I have spent 14 of the 16 hours I've been awake today, working. And out of the two hours, half an hour was spent to getting ready for work, another half an hour was spent for my one and only break at work, another half an hour was spent cleaning my little brother's desk out looking for lost homework, and my last half hour was spent eating dinner with the family. So in actuality, I haven't had any time to myself.

But when I try to sit down and enjoy myself for a few minutes, my mom wants me to do all these little things. It's like she assumes that I'm hooked up to an energizer battery and that I keep going and going. I mean, I don't mind helping out cleaning and such, but is it too much to ask for five minutes to myself? I'm tired, I'm sore, and I just want a few minutes to do what I want to do, is that selfish of me? Tell me if I'm wrong here.

So I gave up on everything I was trying to do, and that's how I ended up here, locked in my room, writing. None of you probably needed to know any of this, but I feel much better now that I have ranted and fumed at the computer screen. So I'm signing off since I have a wonderful headache, and I hope you all enjoy the chapter.

Chapter Four: Wake up Call

Sara had been nearly asleep when the phone rang. Change that, she had been asleep when the phone rang. It was what alerted her that she had been dozing in the first place. Groaning as she sat up, she quickly fumbled for the phone that sat on the end table next to her bed.

For a moment, she wasn't able to figure out why the endless dial tone hummed in her ear, as the ringing still sounded somewhere in the darkness. Shaking her head, she hung up the phone as she realized it was coming from her purse. Groggily she reached over, pulling her purse onto the bed as she dug the small cell phone out, flipping it open as she answered.

"Sidle."

"Hey Sara…did I wake you?"

Sara frowned, squeezing her eyes shut. "Michael?" she muttered, taking a moment to realize who it was. "How did you get this number?"

The voice on the other line was hesitant as he answered. "Uh, well, when you called me my cell phone listed it in the address book. Why?"

Rubbing her head Sara leaned forward, resting her weight on one arm. "It's my work phone," she explained, "You really shouldn't be calling it; my supervisor would throw a fit if he found out."

Sara's eyes drifted to clock as Michael began to apologize and she cut him off. "Listen, I'll give you a call later, I have to get going or I'll be late to work."

She cut him off, ending the call before he could say anything else. It wasn't like she was trying to be rude, but Michael wasn't quite the same guy she had originally met. The first few nights had been fun, relaxing even, but ever since she started going back to work, he had been hoarding her more.

When all she wanted to do was to go home and unwind, Michael was waiting for her on her doorstep. Not wanting to blow him off she would offer for him to come inside, or they would go grab a bite to eat. Saying goodbye for the night was always a difficult task, Michael still hadn't gotten the drift that she worked nights, and needed to sleep during the day.

At any rate, if she didn't go home right after work, Michael would give her a call. On her own personal cell phone that was. Sara had turned that phone off last night before going into work. It still wasn't enough to faze him apparently. She wasn't sure how Michael had gotten the number, she had never called him from her work phone; she hadn't even called him from her personal phone. It was beginning to worry her.

When the phone rang again, the soft tune taunting her as the phone buzzed between her clasped hands she was hesitant to answer it. But after the second ring she snapped it open quickly, nearly shouting into the receiver as she answered.

"What do you want?"

She immediately blushed as Grissom's voice was heard on the other end. "You okay?" he asked slowly, surprised by her unexpected outburst.

"Sorry," she apologized quickly, "bad night, didn't mean it. What's up?" She tried to lighten her tone.

"I know it's your night off, but can you make in?"

"Yeah, I was planning on it; Greg's still under the weather. I'll be there in a few," she ended the call after that, cursing lightly as she pushed the blankets off. How stupid could she be, she should have at least checked caller ID before answering.

Yawning as she stretched, Sara could only wonder dimly how much sleep she had. She had stayed that first night over at Greg's and part of the second night, until Greg had urged her to go home. He was certainly looking better, but it was easy to tell the illness had zapped him of his strength.

So it was for this reason she was deeply surprised to find Greg already at the lab by the time she got there. Frowning she came up behind him, wrapping a hand around his head. She felt him sigh under her as he put his pen down on the table.

"No I'm not running a fever anymore, and yes I'm able to keep food down," he answered in monotone, causing her to smile. Satisfied she pulled back, taking a seat next to him.

"You still sound sick," she grinned at him as he rolled his eyes.

"Just my throat," Greg responded, coughing for emphasis. "I'll be fine by tomorrow. Good as new."

Sara nodded, "That's good to hear, because Ecklie wants this done by tomorrow."

Greg raised an eyebrow, glancing up at her. "I thought he wanted it done yesterday," he commented lightly.

"Yeah, well, when he figured out we weren't going to get it done by Friday, he was kind enough to extend the date for us."

"By one day?" Greg wondered lightly, shrugging as Sara nodded. "Generous man isn't he?"

Sara laughed, clasping her hands together on the table in front of her. "So, let's review what we know."

Greg nodded, pulling several photos out from the file folder. "We have a double homicide, a single gunshot wound to the head for both victims, husband and wife. Could possibly be a murder/suicide, but unlikely, given the placement of the wounds. The husband's brother is the main suspect, but there are there others that would have wanted them dead."

Sara nodded, "Four people with motive, what about opportunity?"

"Only the brother owned a gun, but it doesn't match the gunshot wounds. Still any of them could have picked up a gun from anywhere."

Greg paused for a moment, reading over the files again. "I want to go back to the scene," he said suddenly, looking up at her. "I have a hunch; we don't have the murder weapon. I think we may have passed over it. When Sofia and I did the original sweep, we weren't given much time; we were called back to the lab."

Sara nodded, "I'll let Grissom know then, we'll get an officer out there. But the scene's been released, so if there was something there it may be gone by now."

"Or there could be something new," Greg pointed out, earning a nod from her.

"Okay then, give me ten minutes, grab your stuff and meet me out in the parking lot," Sara said standing, "Hopefully your hunch is right, Ecklie wants something new tonight or he's going to close the case."

"Which means the killer gets away free," Greg muttered. "I don't understand why he's cutting cases like these."

Sara rolled her eyes as she left the room, leaving Greg alone to pack the stuff away. He wasn't far behind, but little did he know that the choice he had made would be costly, and not only to himself.

TBC…

Sorry about how short it is, will try and make the next chapter worth reading.