Every Once in Awhile.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these people, or the Tahoe.
Chapter 5 Sara walked into CSI at 6:30 totally stressed out. What am I going to do? She started walking faster, heading for the locker room. She wanted to just forget about her appointment with the doctor. She opened her locker and grabbed the blue and black duffel with a change of clothes. She started to change, her only goal being getting the smell of the doctor's office away. Once she changed, she made a beeline for the break room. "Whoa girl, where's the fire?" Catherine asked as Sara ran smack-dab into her. She looked stressed. "Uh, nothing." Sara looked down. "Come with me." Catherine took Sara's arm and led her to Grissom's office. "He's out in the field. He won't mind if we borrow it for a minute," Catherine explained. They sat next to each other in the chairs on one side of Grissom's desk. "Well? You want to tell me?" "I went to the doctors. They said that my rib was looking a little worse. The hairline fracture grew. My lip is infected, but will heal quickly. Um- '' Sara took a shaky breath, "I'm pregnant, but I don't know how." Sara brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them close, as if they were her only source of comfort. She rocked herself. "Oh, Sara, I-I don't know what to say." She's so strong, Catherine thought.
"Um, it wasn't Nick though. And that's what scares me." She took another shaky breath. "The baby's gone. He killed it." Sara stood up and walked toward the door, one tear dropping from her eyes. Catherine changed the subject. "I sent the vaginal samples up to Greg to see if there's Michael seamen. He's going to compare the DNA, and hopefully, we can kick Michael's ass, get him back where he belongs!" Sara smiled, and they went in search of Greg. "Greg, did the results come in yet?" "Yes. It was Michael. But. I'm not sure if it was him who shot the victim." Greg told them. "What do you mean you don't think he shot her?!?" Sara was outraged. She wanted him so badly to get the death penalty. "Well, Robinson sent me a swab of some scratches, and it had someone else's DNA. I haven't pulled anything out on CODIS yet, but I'm still trying." Greg handed the DNA results to Catherine. "Great!" Sara exclaimed exasperated. "Just what I need. Now, I guess we should call in the parents, talk to them about Elizabeth." "Yeah, sounds like a good start. We should probably talk to Michael again." Catherine and Sara left the room. "I think we should go back to her house, who knows? We may find a lead." Sara was crying again. She had cried herself to sleep many times since she got to Nick's house. At first he had pretended to not notice, but it was becoming more frequent, and he had to help her through. What can I do to make all her pain just go away? It hurts to see her like this. Nick wrapped his arms around her, and she turned to her side and faced him. "Oh Nick," she cried, "What am I going to do? I can't afford it." She cried into his chest, and he comforted her. "I'll help you Sara. You don't have to worry. It'll all be ok. Shhh." Nick coaxed her to sleep. The next morning, Nick woke up to a loud bang. "Crap! Oh, I'm sorry if I woke you Nicky." Sara went over to him and gave him a kiss. "Morning sweetie. Are you feeling better?" Nick asked her. "Yeah. Uh, I called my mom this morning, and I'm going to go down there this weekend. My mom wanted me too." Sara put some more things into the suitcase she was packing. "I think it's great that you're going to see your parents. Are you going to drive?" Nick got up and started to get dressed. "Yeah, and I'm coming back Monday in time for work. But I need to leave now." Sara made a beeline for the door. "Hey! You can't just escape from here like it's hell without giving me a proper goodbye young lady!" Nick teased. Nick sat on the couch waiting for her. She walked over and sat in his lap. They kissed, and he fell on top of her on the floor. She giggled. That's a first, Nick thought. He started to kiss her again, and she kissed back. They lay there for a few more minutes. Then Sara got up. "Ok silly boy, I've got to go!" She kissed him one more time and hugged him. I'll miss you Nicky, even if I'm only gone for two days. "Bye!" Sara got in her car and drove off. "Call me when you get there!" Nick called after her. "Hey Mom!" Sara was embraced in a hug. She was feeling this to be a good day. "Where's dad?" "He's inside. I suggest you don't bother him." Her mom led her in the house. "It's been so long, you look wonderful!" "Thanks mom." Sara sat down at the table in the dining room. "Who the hell is this?" Sara's dad came into the dining room looking drunk.
"Honey, this is Sara, your daughter?" Her mom told him. "Oh, her. She can't stay here! Every time she comes back she's telling us about her boyfriend who killed her or whatever." Her dad stumbled over himself and Sara grabbed one of his arms to help steady him self. "Get off me bitch!" he yelled at her, and threw her arm off of his. "Sorry daddy." She replied. "I won't do it again." "Sorry daddy? Am I your daddy?" He slapped Sara across the face. She glared at him, and went to the living room. She and her father had never gotten along. Ever. She had always thought that she had been the one doing things wrong, and he would always blame her for anything that went wrong in his life. She blamed herself too, and thought that she deserved whatever he did to her. But soon enough, she learned about child abuse, and little by little started to dislike her dad. "Sara honey? Are you in here?" It was her mom. "Yeah mom." Sara got up and went over to a wall of pictures. There where some of her as a baby and some of her high school graduation. "So, why did you want to come down here? I thought you never wanted to miss a day of work? At least that's the impression I've been getting from your e- mails." Her mom smiled. "Yeah, well I'll get back before shift starts." Sara hesitated. "Um. do you remember Michael?" Sara wanted to tell her mom about all that had happened to her. "Yes, that evil boy you dated. I still don't know why you did Sara. The way he treated you-" Sara cut her mom off. "Is exactly the same way dad treats me now. That's why I didn't see anything wrong with it. Anyways, he came back about three weeks ago. He, um- he raped me, and, um, shot me." Sara's mom had the most horrific look on her face. "But I'm fine mom, really!" Sara tried to reassure her mom. "Just got my shoulder grazed. Nothing bad. Well, anyway, um... I was pregnant. It wasn't from Nick. I don't know who, maybe he raped me before the time at work. I don't know. But, I lost the baby, and I have to go in for surgery..." "Oh Sara." Her mom's eyes welled up with tears. "So, why did you come? You haven't visited us in awhile." "I wanted to spend some time at home. And I wanted to visit Ashley." Ashley was Sara's cousin who lived next door. They had become very close friends, and they always e-mailed each other. "So, tell me about this Nick friend of yours." Her mom's eyes twinkled. Oh God, thought Sara. She told her mom about Nick, Catherine, Warrick, and Grissom, and about her work. Sara went to bed around 9 pm, exhausted from the drive, even though it wasn't that long, she had gotten easily tired. She woke up the next morning to fighting coming from the kitchen. She went in, and saw her dad and mom yelling back and forth. "No! No, no, no! We are not paying for her stupid bills! She's all grown up! She can handle it herself!" Her dad spit at her mom. "Bob, she needs our support, please, just a little-" her dad cut off her mom. "No! I said no!" And with that he slapped her mom. "Stop it dad! Just stop, for once, think about how that affects some one!" Sara yelled at him. She hated to be hit by him, but she hated even more to see her mom being hit by him, which she had only seen twice. Her dad grabbed her arm and threw her against the table. Sara screeched in pain as her tender ribs smacked against it. "You should know better than to talk back to me!" Sara got up and walked out of the kitchen and grabbed her bag, and left. She drove back to Las Vegas, and got back to Nick's. "What are you doing home so early?" Nick asked her as she hugged him. "I, uh, got homesick?" Sara didn't want to tell him the awful truth. He grabbed her bag and took it inside. "You're home like a day and a half early Sara, there's something that you're not telling me. Please?" Nick put on a puppy dogface and pretended to beg. Sara laughed at his childish behavior, but she loved it when he did that. "My dad got mad at me, and I decided to leave because, I-" Sara didn't finish the sentence. "Did I wake you up?" She suddenly asked Nick, who was only wearing his boxers and had ruffled hair. "Yup! Don't worry though. We can go to sleep now, and then go out for dinner, or breakfast, if you want,'' Nick suggested. Sara smiled. They walked into Nick's bedroom, and Sara put on a pair of his boxers she had stolen and a tank top to sleep in. "Sara, I'm glad you're back, I was getting so lonely." Nick puts his hands around her hips and kissed her. She hugged him, grasping him for balance. She felt faint. "Nick." Sara passed out in his arms. He lifted her light body and placed her gently on the bed. Nick went into the bathroom and got a cool, damp washcloth and put it on her forehead. He sat next to her, waiting for her to regain consciousness. He was feeling very tired, and finally dozed off into a peaceful sleep. The next morning, he reached his hand over, feeling for Sara. Her body wasn't next to him, so he got up and went into the kitchen. When he didn't find her in there, or the bathroom, living room, or the bedroom again, he got worried. "Hey, Grissom? Has Sara gone into work yet?" Nick asked when he heard Grissom pick up his cell phone. "No, where are you two? You're half an hour late. You should know-'' Grissom was cut off. "She's not here!" Nick almost yelled into the phone.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these people, or the Tahoe.
Chapter 5 Sara walked into CSI at 6:30 totally stressed out. What am I going to do? She started walking faster, heading for the locker room. She wanted to just forget about her appointment with the doctor. She opened her locker and grabbed the blue and black duffel with a change of clothes. She started to change, her only goal being getting the smell of the doctor's office away. Once she changed, she made a beeline for the break room. "Whoa girl, where's the fire?" Catherine asked as Sara ran smack-dab into her. She looked stressed. "Uh, nothing." Sara looked down. "Come with me." Catherine took Sara's arm and led her to Grissom's office. "He's out in the field. He won't mind if we borrow it for a minute," Catherine explained. They sat next to each other in the chairs on one side of Grissom's desk. "Well? You want to tell me?" "I went to the doctors. They said that my rib was looking a little worse. The hairline fracture grew. My lip is infected, but will heal quickly. Um- '' Sara took a shaky breath, "I'm pregnant, but I don't know how." Sara brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them close, as if they were her only source of comfort. She rocked herself. "Oh, Sara, I-I don't know what to say." She's so strong, Catherine thought.
"Um, it wasn't Nick though. And that's what scares me." She took another shaky breath. "The baby's gone. He killed it." Sara stood up and walked toward the door, one tear dropping from her eyes. Catherine changed the subject. "I sent the vaginal samples up to Greg to see if there's Michael seamen. He's going to compare the DNA, and hopefully, we can kick Michael's ass, get him back where he belongs!" Sara smiled, and they went in search of Greg. "Greg, did the results come in yet?" "Yes. It was Michael. But. I'm not sure if it was him who shot the victim." Greg told them. "What do you mean you don't think he shot her?!?" Sara was outraged. She wanted him so badly to get the death penalty. "Well, Robinson sent me a swab of some scratches, and it had someone else's DNA. I haven't pulled anything out on CODIS yet, but I'm still trying." Greg handed the DNA results to Catherine. "Great!" Sara exclaimed exasperated. "Just what I need. Now, I guess we should call in the parents, talk to them about Elizabeth." "Yeah, sounds like a good start. We should probably talk to Michael again." Catherine and Sara left the room. "I think we should go back to her house, who knows? We may find a lead." Sara was crying again. She had cried herself to sleep many times since she got to Nick's house. At first he had pretended to not notice, but it was becoming more frequent, and he had to help her through. What can I do to make all her pain just go away? It hurts to see her like this. Nick wrapped his arms around her, and she turned to her side and faced him. "Oh Nick," she cried, "What am I going to do? I can't afford it." She cried into his chest, and he comforted her. "I'll help you Sara. You don't have to worry. It'll all be ok. Shhh." Nick coaxed her to sleep. The next morning, Nick woke up to a loud bang. "Crap! Oh, I'm sorry if I woke you Nicky." Sara went over to him and gave him a kiss. "Morning sweetie. Are you feeling better?" Nick asked her. "Yeah. Uh, I called my mom this morning, and I'm going to go down there this weekend. My mom wanted me too." Sara put some more things into the suitcase she was packing. "I think it's great that you're going to see your parents. Are you going to drive?" Nick got up and started to get dressed. "Yeah, and I'm coming back Monday in time for work. But I need to leave now." Sara made a beeline for the door. "Hey! You can't just escape from here like it's hell without giving me a proper goodbye young lady!" Nick teased. Nick sat on the couch waiting for her. She walked over and sat in his lap. They kissed, and he fell on top of her on the floor. She giggled. That's a first, Nick thought. He started to kiss her again, and she kissed back. They lay there for a few more minutes. Then Sara got up. "Ok silly boy, I've got to go!" She kissed him one more time and hugged him. I'll miss you Nicky, even if I'm only gone for two days. "Bye!" Sara got in her car and drove off. "Call me when you get there!" Nick called after her. "Hey Mom!" Sara was embraced in a hug. She was feeling this to be a good day. "Where's dad?" "He's inside. I suggest you don't bother him." Her mom led her in the house. "It's been so long, you look wonderful!" "Thanks mom." Sara sat down at the table in the dining room. "Who the hell is this?" Sara's dad came into the dining room looking drunk.
"Honey, this is Sara, your daughter?" Her mom told him. "Oh, her. She can't stay here! Every time she comes back she's telling us about her boyfriend who killed her or whatever." Her dad stumbled over himself and Sara grabbed one of his arms to help steady him self. "Get off me bitch!" he yelled at her, and threw her arm off of his. "Sorry daddy." She replied. "I won't do it again." "Sorry daddy? Am I your daddy?" He slapped Sara across the face. She glared at him, and went to the living room. She and her father had never gotten along. Ever. She had always thought that she had been the one doing things wrong, and he would always blame her for anything that went wrong in his life. She blamed herself too, and thought that she deserved whatever he did to her. But soon enough, she learned about child abuse, and little by little started to dislike her dad. "Sara honey? Are you in here?" It was her mom. "Yeah mom." Sara got up and went over to a wall of pictures. There where some of her as a baby and some of her high school graduation. "So, why did you want to come down here? I thought you never wanted to miss a day of work? At least that's the impression I've been getting from your e- mails." Her mom smiled. "Yeah, well I'll get back before shift starts." Sara hesitated. "Um. do you remember Michael?" Sara wanted to tell her mom about all that had happened to her. "Yes, that evil boy you dated. I still don't know why you did Sara. The way he treated you-" Sara cut her mom off. "Is exactly the same way dad treats me now. That's why I didn't see anything wrong with it. Anyways, he came back about three weeks ago. He, um- he raped me, and, um, shot me." Sara's mom had the most horrific look on her face. "But I'm fine mom, really!" Sara tried to reassure her mom. "Just got my shoulder grazed. Nothing bad. Well, anyway, um... I was pregnant. It wasn't from Nick. I don't know who, maybe he raped me before the time at work. I don't know. But, I lost the baby, and I have to go in for surgery..." "Oh Sara." Her mom's eyes welled up with tears. "So, why did you come? You haven't visited us in awhile." "I wanted to spend some time at home. And I wanted to visit Ashley." Ashley was Sara's cousin who lived next door. They had become very close friends, and they always e-mailed each other. "So, tell me about this Nick friend of yours." Her mom's eyes twinkled. Oh God, thought Sara. She told her mom about Nick, Catherine, Warrick, and Grissom, and about her work. Sara went to bed around 9 pm, exhausted from the drive, even though it wasn't that long, she had gotten easily tired. She woke up the next morning to fighting coming from the kitchen. She went in, and saw her dad and mom yelling back and forth. "No! No, no, no! We are not paying for her stupid bills! She's all grown up! She can handle it herself!" Her dad spit at her mom. "Bob, she needs our support, please, just a little-" her dad cut off her mom. "No! I said no!" And with that he slapped her mom. "Stop it dad! Just stop, for once, think about how that affects some one!" Sara yelled at him. She hated to be hit by him, but she hated even more to see her mom being hit by him, which she had only seen twice. Her dad grabbed her arm and threw her against the table. Sara screeched in pain as her tender ribs smacked against it. "You should know better than to talk back to me!" Sara got up and walked out of the kitchen and grabbed her bag, and left. She drove back to Las Vegas, and got back to Nick's. "What are you doing home so early?" Nick asked her as she hugged him. "I, uh, got homesick?" Sara didn't want to tell him the awful truth. He grabbed her bag and took it inside. "You're home like a day and a half early Sara, there's something that you're not telling me. Please?" Nick put on a puppy dogface and pretended to beg. Sara laughed at his childish behavior, but she loved it when he did that. "My dad got mad at me, and I decided to leave because, I-" Sara didn't finish the sentence. "Did I wake you up?" She suddenly asked Nick, who was only wearing his boxers and had ruffled hair. "Yup! Don't worry though. We can go to sleep now, and then go out for dinner, or breakfast, if you want,'' Nick suggested. Sara smiled. They walked into Nick's bedroom, and Sara put on a pair of his boxers she had stolen and a tank top to sleep in. "Sara, I'm glad you're back, I was getting so lonely." Nick puts his hands around her hips and kissed her. She hugged him, grasping him for balance. She felt faint. "Nick." Sara passed out in his arms. He lifted her light body and placed her gently on the bed. Nick went into the bathroom and got a cool, damp washcloth and put it on her forehead. He sat next to her, waiting for her to regain consciousness. He was feeling very tired, and finally dozed off into a peaceful sleep. The next morning, he reached his hand over, feeling for Sara. Her body wasn't next to him, so he got up and went into the kitchen. When he didn't find her in there, or the bathroom, living room, or the bedroom again, he got worried. "Hey, Grissom? Has Sara gone into work yet?" Nick asked when he heard Grissom pick up his cell phone. "No, where are you two? You're half an hour late. You should know-'' Grissom was cut off. "She's not here!" Nick almost yelled into the phone.