Still having fun with this. I hope that you are enjoying the story. I am going to try to incorporate this with cases that CSI has and are doing. It probably won't be cannon, but if you have any suggestions I am willing to try it out.
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Pulling up to her house, the usual dread crept into her thinking, the fear of what she would find. Her new houseguests changed at a whim, and she never knew what she was going to see when she unlocked her house.
Nick was right behind her as she tried to get the key in the lock. She couldn't do it. Her hands shook so much that it appeared that she was going to have a fit. She could feel the ice cold air coming up from the crack in the door, and it reminded her of what awaited her.
"Sara, here, let me do that for you." Nick took the keys from her, and his touch comforted her, even for that small moment. He opened the door with ease, looked inside and with a curious expression turned back to Sara.
"I'd hate to see your light bill girl," he chided. "The Golden Nugget doesn't have anything compared to this!" Every light in her house was on. Sara must have put the highest watt light bulbs in every lamp and had them on to the brightest setting. The house was aglow with artificial light, but every window had dark curtains pulled, not letting any light in.
"Not now Nicky, I need to talk to you." Sara knew she was safe, no cold spells as of yet, so all was well to go into the house. To Nick it looked like a spotlight illuminated her house, but to Sara she noticed every shadow, dark corner in her house from the moment she walked in. The dark was where they came from, so she figured the less opening for them to come into, the better off she would be.
They sat at her breakfast nook, Nick in the corner and her sitting opposite. She fidgeted, Nick knew whatever it was, it had to be important. He reached for her hand, which was surprisingly cold to the touch. Her hand warmed up considerably after first touch, but it bothered him. Was she sick? He couldn't think of why she would be in this state otherwise.
"You want something to drink? How about water, tea, cherry vodka?" She got up quickly and moved toward the fridge. Nick held up his hand to stop her. It worked.
"Are you still drinking? I thought you learned your lesson from the last episode we had." He was frowning, and she was quick to calm his fears.
"No, it was joke, I'm not drinking. So you don't want anything?"
"No, Sara, please talk to me. You are scaring me here." Nick motioned her to sit next to him, but she sat across in the same chair. She needed to focus, and she couldn't do it with Nick so close to her. She needed to keep him at arms length.
She began slowly, but as the story progressed, she started speeding up. She wanted to get it over with. "Nicky, I've been having quite a time for the past year. Strange things have been happening to me. For some time now I've been having dreams, nightmares actually. No matter what I do, they won't go away. Every morning I am drenched in sweat, no remembering what I dreamed, and I feel like I didn't sleep at all, though the clock tells me otherwise. That night you took me home, I was hoping it wouldn't happen again, but it did. I guess that is why I kicked you out so fast that night. I was embarrassed; I didn't want you to see me like that I was so out of control. It scares me, and I don't know what to do."
Nick moved so quickly that she didn't have time to respond. He knelt before her and wrapped his strong arms around her. She held onto him like a drowning man would hang on to a life preserver.
"I'm here now Sara, and if you'll have me, I'll do whatever it takes to see you get the help you need."
She pulled back from him, this wasn't what she expected. "The help I need? What is that supposed to mean? I don't want anyone else, which is why I came to you."
Nick looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. He wasn't sure what she wanted him to do. "Sara, I'm not a doctor, I'm not sure what you want…."
"A doctor? Nick, you think I'm sick? I'm not sick, I need your help. You are the only one that can help me now." Sara was reconsidering telling him this now, and she pushed at his arms to get up.
Nick held on. "What do you want me to do Sara? I guess that I am not following your line of reasoning."
She looked up from the table and saw movement in the hallway leading towards her bedroom. She looked at Nick. He cared for her, and she had to trust him now. She had to believe that she wasn't crazy. If he didn't believe her….well she had to know now.
"Come with me, I want your whole concentration now Nick, will you give me that?"
"Absolutely Sara, where are we going?"
They got up as one and Sara led him to the hallway that led to her bathroom. That was the first sighting, and it seemed like any of the cases that happened in a bathroom hung out there the most. As they walked, she told him what had been going on.
"For some time now, I've been seeing things. Hearing movement where there is nothing there. A couple of months ago I first saw one." She was still being vague, and it bothered Nick to no end.
"What did you see Sara, I'm not following you."
She sighed. "Remember that case I had with the child prodigy, Hannah?"
Nick thought for a moment, and nodded. "Creepy little genius, not so genius older brother, he got away with the murder didn't he?" He suddenly stopped in his tracks. "They aren't bothering you are they? I know you took it hard when that girl pulled a fast one on you. She seemed to really get into your head."
"No, no, not them Nick, Stacy. Stacy Vollmer." There she said it. Hopefully it won't land her in a padded cell.
"Stacy?" Nick thought for a minute, and then paused. She can't mean her! He drew her near so they were practically nose to nose, and whispered, "The girl he killed? That's who you saw?"
She nodded, "I was getting ready for bed, looked in a mirror and saw her. As soon as I figured out who she was, I turned around and she was gone. Or at least I thought she was gone. I know that she hangs out here." She opened the door to the bathroom and gestured to Nick to walk in.
Nick wasn't so sure now what to believe. It gave him the creeps that was for sure. "Have you been watching horror movies again?"
"Nick! Would I be like this," pointing to her face, "Over a stupid movie?"
"Well, you did freak when the water heater started," Nick smiled, trying to lighten her up, which didn't work.
"I was a teenager when I told you that story! Please I would not bother you with this if it wasn't far more than that."
Nick thought about that. Of all the level headed women that he knew, Sara made them look like ditzy teenagers. She didn't shake easily, and by the look on her face and how she acted while they had been in her house, he knew if was far more than movie jitters.
"Ok, you're right about that." He admitted, "Are you telling me that you saw a ghost?"
"Yeah I do. I know it sounds crazy…" she said and Nick stopped her by putting his finger to her mouth.
"Sh, you aren't crazy." He looked around in the bathroom. "What do you want me to see?"
"Take a minute, and tell me if you sense anything." She backed away from him as he walked to the center of her bathroom.
The bathroom was a lot bigger than his, with a shower and a separate bath. He looked around, hoping he could see something, anything, so that he could reassure her, and himself, that she wasn't crazy. Nothing. But as he stood there, he noticed how cold it was. A slight gust of wind hit him in the back of the neck, causing the hair on it to stand on end.
"Sara, what is going on?" Nick saw a shadow, in the corner of her room grow larger, though he knew in his mind that it couldn't' be happening.
Sara looked in the direction where his eyes were focused. It was Stacy, still dripping wet, still blue looking right at him.
"Do you see her Nick?"
"No, but it feels about 20 degrees colder in here. What now?" Nick didn't know what to do. "Who do you call for this? A priest? Ghostbusters? I have no clue Sar, if there is something here what can I do to help?"
"This," and with those words, Sara wrapped her arms around Nick, hugging him fiercely. He returned the hug with equal strength. The temperature of the room rose.
"I don't understand. What happened?"
"The night that you came here was the first time I had felt warm for months. Though I could see them, they stay away where you are there. That's what I need Nick, you. Please stay here with me. I need you."
His dark eyes got a darker shade of brown. He leaned down and ever so slightly kissed her pale lips. His kiss deepened. The soft moan from her lips encouraged him, drawing her closer, wanting to be even closer still. He loved her, though he wasn't going to say anything yet. He didn't know where this was going to go, but he wanted to help her anyway he could.
Nick's in, but where is Grissom in this matter? How is this going to work out? Keep in touch and find out.