Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Maybe one day………..
The doctors let me go later that evening. I guess they thought with Nick gone that I wouldn't be under any stress anymore and I would be ok. But I'm not. I'm not ok. Nothing about this whole situation is ok. He left me. He just turned around and left and that was it over. Finished. I thought that it was for my own good. I made him go because I thought I would be able to pick up the pieces and start over and in the hospital, in that moment, I actually believed that was what I wanted. But standing here in my small apartment all alone, I can't kid myself any longer. I want him. I want all of him, but I want him to want me too and I know he does, but I guess it's not enough for him. That's why I let him go. That's why it hurts so much. I catch sight of myself in my hallway mirror and can't help but let out a sarcastic smile at the face that stares back at me.
"How did you let yourself get into this mess huh?"
I keep staring into the mirror as if I expect my reflection to answer. I wipe the tears from my red rimmed, swollen eyes and smooth back my hair.
"Get a grip Sara."
I rub my hands over my bump and it comforts me. I close my eyes and let out a sigh. I know that it'll hurt for a while, that my tears are nowhere near dried, but one day I'll wake up and it'll hurt a little less and then not at all. Time heals all wounds as Grissom would say. I hope he's right.
"It's just you and me little one."
The baby kicks and I smile. At least I have one good thing in my life.
"Are you hungry baby?"
I go into the kitchen and scan the contents of my fridge – a tub of butter and an expired carton on milk. I raise an eyebrow and shut the fridge. I never was really much of a cook. I guess it's something that I'll have to learn. But not tonight. I reach for the phone to call for a pizza and jump when it starts to ring in my hand. My heart starts to pound. Is it Nick? What does he want? How did he get this number? I slowly put the phone to my ear and answer it with a voice that is pretending to be calm but comes out as a squeak nonetheless.
"Hello?"
"Sara? Is that you?"
I sigh with relief and let out the breath that I didn't even realize I was holding.
"Catherine, what's up?"
"What happened Sara?"
I frown with confusion. What is she talking about?
"What are you talking about Cath?"
She answers me with a voice filled with exasperation.
"Nick! What happened with Nick?!"
I almost drop the phone. How did she know he was here? Unless………
"You told him I was here didn't you?"
"I did no such thing."
"Well you obviously did something Catherine or we wouldn't be having this conversation,"
"Ok, I might have put him up to going to a conference over there and I might have put him up in the hotel down the street from your apartment."
"Catherine Willows I – "
"I didn't mention anything about you I just thought that if I gave the two of you a little shove that fate would intervene and well I guess you can figure out the rest,"
"Well, Catherine sometimes fate can bite you in the ass,"
"Yeah, well I gathered that when Nick called me,"
My heart started to pound again.
"Wh-what did he say?"
I felt like I could barely speak. I hated that even the mention of Nick made me feel this way, but what I hated even more was the silence on the other end of the phone.
"Catherine? Are you there? What did he say?"
"He's decided to move the wedding forward,"
I felt like I'd had the wind knocked out of me.
"What?...When?"
"I really wish I wasn't the one telling you this,"
"Just tell me Cath,"
"He convinced her to forget the whole country club bonanza and just get married in one of the chapels on the strip. Sara, they're getting married tomorrow."
I dropped the phone. I don't think there's enough time in the world to heal this wound.
I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to update but I've been without a computer as mine decided to break. Anyway, I'm up and running again so expect this story finished within the week and as soon as it's finished I'll start updating Cheater. Thanks for all the great reviews!!!