Chapter Eleven: Sad Times

(Feb 28th 2010 - New York's Angel Of Mercy Hosptial - 11:36 am)

"Ok, Sara. Your all ready to go?" Don asked.

"Yes!" She yelled laughing. "I'm sick of being here."

One of her three doctor's came in. "Hi, Sara. Here's your discharge papers." He handed her stapeled papers. "If you feel worse, call us right away. Do you have any questions?"

"Nope."

"Ok. Well, I hope you feel better, Sara."

"Thanks." The doctor left. She slipped on her sweatshirt. She already changed into dark jeans and a gree t-shirt with a colorful peace sign on it. "Let's go." Don walked on side of her. "Your birthday coming up, Don." She was smiling. "Anything you want to do? Anything speacial you want?"

"You want to talk about this now?"

"No better time too. So, come on, what do you really want Don?" She grabbed his free hand and she notcied he was wearing the watch she gave to him. "It looks good on you."

"Do you know what I want? A night in with you. Just us."

She laughed. "That sounds good."

(Sara's Apartment - 12:27 pm)

Sara walked into her apartment, talking on the phone. "Robbie, I'll do it ok?" Her manger, Robbie Smith, wanted her to do a press conference. "Ok. Let me know. Bye."

"What does Robbie want you to do?" Don asked setting her two bags on the cocuh.

"Make a statement. Even if I did, I wouldn't know what to say." She took a seat at her kicthen table. "Sucks."

Don stood behind her and kissed the top of her head. "Just think about this way, your telling your fans that your ok and that nothing can take you down." She laughed.

"Eer thought about quitting that job of yours and being my manger?" She halfed joked.

He took a seat in front of her and he lite up when he saw her smile. "So, are you going to make a statement?" he asked her.

"Do I have a choice Don?"

(March 1st 2010 - In Front of NY Crime Lab - 9 am)

"Who's all here?" Sara asked Don when he handed her a hopt cup of coffee.

"Everyone." He anwsered.

"Sara!" Her assitant, Nikki Benson yelled. "Robbie is almost done speaking. Your up in two."

"Thanks for the coffee. I'll be back in a bit." She took a soft drink before she bolted off.

She walked up by Robbie. "Welcome Sara Miller please."

"Hi." Carmeas satrted to flash as she spoke. "I just want to make a quick and short statement. I wanna let my fans know that I'm alright. Though, I'n sure not what happened, I trust that the NYPD is doing their best to find my attacker. That's why, for now, until we figure this out, I am staying out of the spotlight and sitting in. I hope that the NYPD catches this monster soon. Thank you."

She stepped down and Mac stepped into the spotligh, letting the press know how the intevstigon was going.

"You were great, Sara." Don smiled at her. "Are you ok?"

"I am so relived, Don." She told him.

"Well, let's go wait upstaris until this is done."

"Ok." She grabbed her coffee from his hand.

(10:36 am)

"Nice, Mac. You should being doing movies." Danny laughed. Mac, Danny and Stella were in the lobby of the crime lab buliding.

"Shut up Danny." Stella laughed with him. "You looked..."

"Dective Taylor?" A man in a miltary uniformed asked. "Do you know where I can find a Dective Taylor."

"I'm Dective Taylor. How can I help you?" Mac turned around to the two miltary dressed men.

"We're looking for a Sara Salvatore. We were told you could help us. I'm Sergio Tommaso and this is Ryan Benigno."

Stella didn't know who Sergio was talking about but Mac and Danny did. "She's upstairs," Mac said. "I'll bring you up there. Danny, stay here." He added the last part becasue he was about to get up.

(10:42 am)

Don and Sara were playfully joking around with each other in the breakroom. They were talking about the movie they watched last night, 'The Italian Job.'

Mac came in. "Hey, Mac. What's up?" Don asked.

"These two men have to talk to ."

Don stepped out of the room with Mac, so they could talk alone. "Who are they?"

"They're from the miltary. I think ther're here for her brother." Mac replied. Mac knew they were here to deliver bad news.

", i'm Sergio Tommaso. We are here about your brother Marcello Salvatore." Sergio told her. Ryan stayed quiet.

A worried looked went on Sara's face. "What about Marcello?" She asked.

"He was killed two days ago. He was caught in a deadly cross fire and he was shot. I am very sorry for your loss, ."

She wipped the tears that started to blurr her eye-sight. "You have to be wrong."

"I'm sorry, . We're pretty sure."

That's when Don and Mac walked in. Don went to Sara. She looked at him. "They're lying. They have to be."

"What did you tell her solider?" Mac asked. He was standing a few feet from Don and Sara.

"Her brother Marcello was shot and killed two days ago, sir." Sergio quiclky told him.

Mac took a look at Sara who was crying in disbeilf hugging Don tightly. "I'm sorry." He told her.

Don wrapped his around Sara, not knowing what esle to do. He knew that he needed to comfort her. "I'm so sorry, honey."

Sara stuck her head for a mintue and asked Sergio, "What about Carmine? Is he ok?"

"He's going to be coming home to New York in a couple days."

"Oh, thank god." She cried. Don hushed her.

"Where's my phone." She said suddenly patting down her pocket's looking for her cellphone. "Where the fuck is my phone?" She yellled mad as hell as she cried, "I have to tell Danny. I have to let him know. I have to let..."

"Sara. Sara. Clam down." Don told her. "he's downstairs. OK?" I'll go get him."

Mac looked at the two soliders and said, "I think you two sould leave."

They quilcky left.

"Don." Mac said to him. 'I got her. Go get Danny."