The alcohol was making her thoughts fuzzy. Her vision blurred. Her head
ached. But it was a good ache, drowning out the ache in her heart
completely.
She was vaguely aware of a person entering her living room. How did they get in?
"How did you get in here?" She said, her voice slurring heavily.
Nick was somewhat taken aback by her appearance. He knew she wasn't a heavy drinker. It must have been something pretty awful to have her acting so strangely. She didn't even act like this after the Pam Adler case, and that one had been extremely tough on all of them.
"Er.I used the spare key you gave me and you never asked for it back, so."
"You want something to drink?" Sara asked, standing uncertainly, only to trip over the coffee table and fall to the floor.
Nick was by her side in a moment, and had scooped her up and placed her back on the couch before she could protest. He saw that her elbow was bruised where she had caught in on the edge of the table. He wrapped his arms around her tightly as she sobbed. For some reason he knew that she wasn't crying for her injuries.
"He doesn't want me Nicky." She sobbed into his shoulder, "He doesn't want anything to do with me."
"Hey, it's okay."
Sara cut him off, shouting: "No it's not okay, he hates me know, he's gonna hate me so much!"
And with that she squirmed out of his arms and rushed towards the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. In the other room, Nick grimaced and groped for his cell phone.
"Grissom," Came the curt greeting on the other end of the line.
"Hey, it's Nick, I'm at Sara's apartment, I think you better come over, she's acting really weird."
Grissom's tone immediately softened after hearing Sara's name, "Okay, I'll be over in ten minutes, can you stay with her 'til I get there?"
Nick pulled the phone from his ear and gave it a strange look. Grissom sounded extremely worried. He didn't know all that much about Grissom and Sara's past, except that they met at a seminar. Had Sara ever done anything like this before? She wouldn't do anything stupid would she? He was probably just overreacting.
She was vaguely aware of a person entering her living room. How did they get in?
"How did you get in here?" She said, her voice slurring heavily.
Nick was somewhat taken aback by her appearance. He knew she wasn't a heavy drinker. It must have been something pretty awful to have her acting so strangely. She didn't even act like this after the Pam Adler case, and that one had been extremely tough on all of them.
"Er.I used the spare key you gave me and you never asked for it back, so."
"You want something to drink?" Sara asked, standing uncertainly, only to trip over the coffee table and fall to the floor.
Nick was by her side in a moment, and had scooped her up and placed her back on the couch before she could protest. He saw that her elbow was bruised where she had caught in on the edge of the table. He wrapped his arms around her tightly as she sobbed. For some reason he knew that she wasn't crying for her injuries.
"He doesn't want me Nicky." She sobbed into his shoulder, "He doesn't want anything to do with me."
"Hey, it's okay."
Sara cut him off, shouting: "No it's not okay, he hates me know, he's gonna hate me so much!"
And with that she squirmed out of his arms and rushed towards the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. In the other room, Nick grimaced and groped for his cell phone.
"Grissom," Came the curt greeting on the other end of the line.
"Hey, it's Nick, I'm at Sara's apartment, I think you better come over, she's acting really weird."
Grissom's tone immediately softened after hearing Sara's name, "Okay, I'll be over in ten minutes, can you stay with her 'til I get there?"
Nick pulled the phone from his ear and gave it a strange look. Grissom sounded extremely worried. He didn't know all that much about Grissom and Sara's past, except that they met at a seminar. Had Sara ever done anything like this before? She wouldn't do anything stupid would she? He was probably just overreacting.