All For Sara Beth

Chapter 7

By: RedtheBrunette

Tony woke first, his muscles screaming in pain. Blood caked on his open wounds, making them itch uncontrollably. His clothes were tattered and every move brought tears to his eyes.

"Greg," he whispered softly, gazing at the other man who was in a much similar condition, reaching out his hand achingly for the other man, "Greg, wake up."

"Fuck." Greg replied with a groan as he became quite conscious, he, too, feeling the injuries covering his body, "Was I hit by a bus?"

"No, just three ugly nasties," Tony returned with a raspy chuckle, neither man moving from their positions lying on the floor, in their own blood.

"Ah, yes, now I remember," Greg replied, instantly regretting the nod he'd tried to add on jokingly, making himself moan pitifully. Taking a moment to regain himself, he joked, "You know, if I wasn't so concerned about your but, I could have taken them."

"Sure, California, that's what they all say." Tony quipped back, before, falling silent once more, the duo struggled to sitting positions.

They both moaned and whimpered, unashamed, as they moved their aching bodies. There was no doubt that they were in a very big possible situation to die of internal bleeding, but neither wanted to think about it.

Once they were both settled back against the wall, within easy sight of the door, they began to talk once more.

"So, Cali, how about them Nicks?"
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Sara's fingers moved deftly over the compiled evidence, her eyes flashing intelligently as she examined things. Across from her, Abby and McGee did the same.

"Here," Abby said suddenly, "What is this on the bottom of the tie?"

Sara accepted the object without preamble. It was a tie, found among the remains of the bodies. Though it was naturally red in colour, the blood had stained it even darker so. And there, at the bottom, was an insignia.

It took Sara several long moments of hard scrutiny before she was finally able to make it out.

It was done in blue embroidery thread. A wolf, it's nose to the sky as it howled, was surrounded by a spiky circle. Beneath it were the letters P.C.F.S.S

"P. C. Fink Secondary School," Sara breathed, her soft voice horrified, eyes wide.

"What the hell is that?" McGee demanded irritably.

"It's a high school." Sara said, "The high school that me and Tony went to."
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Greg sat quietly at Tony's side. The other man had fallen asleep from, what Greg hoped, was exhaustion and not lack of blood. But Greg could not sleep.

He was worried. Not just about Tony and himself. After this time, or what felt like a lot of time to him, he'd almost accepted that he was going to die. And, also, he knew it wouldn't be an easy death for him- the past hours had proved that to him.

No, he worried for Sara. She'd been through so much already. And he worried for his Mama, who would feel terrible and be torn apart by this. His sister, his wonderful baby sister would not recover- she was so close to him that they often saw and felt things from each other. His father, too, would be torn up, especially since he'd already lost his first born son, Devon, from his marriage before Greg's mother. And his Papa Olaf, who he'd spent more than 2/3's of his life with.

He could accept that he was going to die, but that sure as hell didn't mean he wanted to.

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Sara blew her breath out in a huff of annoyance as she stalked out of the CSI building, rage boiling just below her skin. To think, someone from her high school, some one from the little town where she and Tony had lived, had done this-had killed those 4 young people so brutally and then kidnapped Greg and Tony.

The tears pushed hard at her eyes and rose in her throat. But she roughly pushed it all back, determined not to cry, not to disappoint Greg and Tony both. Even with the two men in her mind, it took her several moments to push the watery tears from her vision.

When her vision had finally cleared, she was surprised to see Gibbs approaching her. He walked stiffly, his posture straight and his face set. She sighed, not ready for another fight.

"Please, Agent Gibbs," she said softly as he reached her, holding up her hand to forestall anything he would say, "I can't fight with you right now- I need all my energy right now."

"I didn't come to fight, Miss. Sidle," Gibbs said, voice gentle, both pausing as a car suddenly zipped out of the parking lot, "I-I came to apologize."

Sara stared up at him for several long, silent moments before, with a gentle, beatific smile, she said, "Agent Gibbs, if you're Tony's family, you're mine too."
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He sat in his car, watching her leave the building. She was still as gorgeous as ever, with her matching hair and eyes. She was still so irresistible.

He'd almost stepped out of the car, ready to take her too, when she was joined by another man. A man he hadn't seen before.

He was tall, with graying hair. He had very straight posture and blue eyes. But he didn't have anything to worry about, because he approached her stiffly.

With a sigh, he settled back into his nondescript car, reluctantly starting it. He could wait a little more, even if he had to leave to remain inconspicuous.

After all, Sara Beth would be his very soon.