Sorry it's taken a while I've been ill! Anyway, Here's another chapter.
Hopefully I'll make some headway on this chapter. Chapter 4.
Her knock was overly pronounced, almost to the point of acknowledging her overwhelming presence before he'd even opened the door to her. He rushed to the door fearful the neighbours would hear her despite them being at least 100 yards away in the house next door.
He turned the Yale catch and pressed down on the normal handle to reveal Sara lit only by the faint glimpses of the afternoon light.
She had her arms folded and her right foot was tapping gently on the paving of his front porch.
"Not impressed I gather?" He asked tentatively. Sara was a very tempestuous woman, cross her at your own peril and tonight wasn't the time. "I'm sorry it's just."
"Shut up Nick. It doesn't bother me that I was stood outside the coffee house for half an hour like a complete lemon because you didn't show up. I just don't know what's wrong with you lately. You've been acting distant. Now I classify you as my best friend and tell you when things are bothering me and I hoped this feeling was reciprocal but I'm just not feeling like you want to tell me what's up."
"You're right something is wrong I just . man I don't want to tell anyone."
"Talking helps Nick, you always tell me that."
"Talking won't help this. It's a long running problem. It can never be fixed and never be taken away."
"Whoa, that sounds ominous."
"Yeah well we all have skeletons in our closet." He got up and put space between himself and Sara.
"Nick don't walk away from me."
"Sara you don't know me! You think I'm just a lady-killer or whatever. I'm not. My whole life here in Vegas is a fabricated story that I made to cover up my past. You don't know why I'm here and you don't know who I am or who I was." He turned away from her tears stinging the back of his eyes. He didn't want her to see them. He'd said too much already and he didn't want to go through that again. He didn't want to relive the past.
"No I don't," she started gently, "But you don't know why I'm here either."
"Yes I do. When holly died Grissom called you here."
"No, that's not it."
"Then what is it Sara?" He replied coarsely. He wasn't in the mood for guessing games and couldn't see her eyes glistening behind him, becoming wet with the memories of bygone days.
She looked down in her lap unsure of whether to continue. Deciding its finally time to let go she proceeded.
"My dad used to beat my mom and me. I was still living at home when I was in college and one day when I came in I was covered in bruises. Grissom saw me. We were friends before that day but then is when he really took me under his wing. He helped my mom and me. My dad is now locked up in a state penitentiary and my mom is somewhere in Utah, in a home for the mentally disabled. He beat her so badly that he gave her brain damage. That's why I took the Pamela Adler case so badly. I know what it's like to watch someone you love become vacant." She stopped and took a deep breath to try and relieve the lump that had formed in her throat. Feeling strong enough to carry on she finished off her story. "I was nearly out on the streets after finishing college and that's when Grissom got me here. So no Nick you don't know why I'm here."
The last sentence wasn't meant to sound harsh but she hated people judging her on what they thought they knew. It was never what she was or is now.
Nick had now positioned himself next to Sara on the sofa. "I'm sorry I didn't know,"
"You weren't meant to,"
"I know but I'm the last person who should judge on pasts. I never even thought that you'd been a victim like that. I know you got emotionally involved in a lot of cases but I just thought that was you. you know like me I get mad when I work on cases with children in."
"Yeah I suppose I've always just passed it off as that, I only cope because I know he can't get my mom or me again. I also know that even if he did Grissom would help me because he cares about me."
"I care too you know."
"I know you do it's just I've never told anyone else apart from Grissom so it's hard to talk about."
"But Sara it wasn't your fault, you know that don't you?"
"Yeah I know that. But it wasn't my mom's fault either and he still got her. I just feel like a failed for the both of us. We spent years and years being beat up by that man and yet I never thought it was wrong. Well not until I started high school anyway. You just feel sick to the stomach when you find out."
"Yeah I know what you mean. I've had that exact same feeling in my life," He looked away scared that Sara would see his own eyes starting to sparkle in the dimly lit room. He didn't cry often. And if he did it was only in the privacy of his own home where only the walls and ceilings could see and hear his pain.
"So you going to tell me what's wrong now."
He sighed. He didn't really want to but he decided to keep it brief, just like he had with Catherine. "A last minute babysitter raped me when I was 9 whilst my mom and dad were out at a Christmas party. Mom and Dad want me to go home for Christmas but I don't know if I can handle staying over, you know in the same room as."
"It's alright I know what you mean you don't have to explain. I'm sorry Nick. I never knew you'd had to go through that. No one deserves that."
"Well no one deserves to be beaten up every day but I guess its what makes a person." He smiled as he remembered saying the exact same line to Catherine. She looked so different to how Sara looked. Catherine had nearly cried. She understood. Sara understood but she was more concerned, more anxious to know how she could help.
Instead of saying words, she conveyed them through a big bear hug, which held Nick firmly in her own arms. "What are we going to do eh?" She said the question muffled by Nick's shoulder.
"I don't know," he replied. "At least we both know now."
"Yeah I suppose that's a good thing." She gave him one last squeeze and released him feeling better for the friendly encounter she'd missed from him lately.
She smiled at him and in an attempt to lighten the mood she said, "I'm not exactly looking forward to Christmas alone. Christmas' haven't exactly been great over the years but at least I had people to share it with. Granted they weren't good people but hey beggars can't be choosers."
Nick thought quietly for a second and then replied, "Come home with me for Christmas. Before you say no, think about it. I'm helping you out and you're helping me out. It's an easy deal."
Sara looked at him and asked, "Are you serious?" He nodded and she replied slyly, "When do we leave?"
He smiled and replied, "The day after tomorrow."
"But that's only December 5th?" She looked shocked.
He started laughing. "I know it is I just couldn't resist seeing your face. We really leave on the 16th."
After hitting him playfully on the arm with a cushion she smiled. "The 16th it is."
Hope that was alright and you enjoyed it. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. This chapter needed to be got out of the way for the more emotional ones to come through. Thank you for previous reviews. Until next time ladies and Gentlemen . ( XX
Her knock was overly pronounced, almost to the point of acknowledging her overwhelming presence before he'd even opened the door to her. He rushed to the door fearful the neighbours would hear her despite them being at least 100 yards away in the house next door.
He turned the Yale catch and pressed down on the normal handle to reveal Sara lit only by the faint glimpses of the afternoon light.
She had her arms folded and her right foot was tapping gently on the paving of his front porch.
"Not impressed I gather?" He asked tentatively. Sara was a very tempestuous woman, cross her at your own peril and tonight wasn't the time. "I'm sorry it's just."
"Shut up Nick. It doesn't bother me that I was stood outside the coffee house for half an hour like a complete lemon because you didn't show up. I just don't know what's wrong with you lately. You've been acting distant. Now I classify you as my best friend and tell you when things are bothering me and I hoped this feeling was reciprocal but I'm just not feeling like you want to tell me what's up."
"You're right something is wrong I just . man I don't want to tell anyone."
"Talking helps Nick, you always tell me that."
"Talking won't help this. It's a long running problem. It can never be fixed and never be taken away."
"Whoa, that sounds ominous."
"Yeah well we all have skeletons in our closet." He got up and put space between himself and Sara.
"Nick don't walk away from me."
"Sara you don't know me! You think I'm just a lady-killer or whatever. I'm not. My whole life here in Vegas is a fabricated story that I made to cover up my past. You don't know why I'm here and you don't know who I am or who I was." He turned away from her tears stinging the back of his eyes. He didn't want her to see them. He'd said too much already and he didn't want to go through that again. He didn't want to relive the past.
"No I don't," she started gently, "But you don't know why I'm here either."
"Yes I do. When holly died Grissom called you here."
"No, that's not it."
"Then what is it Sara?" He replied coarsely. He wasn't in the mood for guessing games and couldn't see her eyes glistening behind him, becoming wet with the memories of bygone days.
She looked down in her lap unsure of whether to continue. Deciding its finally time to let go she proceeded.
"My dad used to beat my mom and me. I was still living at home when I was in college and one day when I came in I was covered in bruises. Grissom saw me. We were friends before that day but then is when he really took me under his wing. He helped my mom and me. My dad is now locked up in a state penitentiary and my mom is somewhere in Utah, in a home for the mentally disabled. He beat her so badly that he gave her brain damage. That's why I took the Pamela Adler case so badly. I know what it's like to watch someone you love become vacant." She stopped and took a deep breath to try and relieve the lump that had formed in her throat. Feeling strong enough to carry on she finished off her story. "I was nearly out on the streets after finishing college and that's when Grissom got me here. So no Nick you don't know why I'm here."
The last sentence wasn't meant to sound harsh but she hated people judging her on what they thought they knew. It was never what she was or is now.
Nick had now positioned himself next to Sara on the sofa. "I'm sorry I didn't know,"
"You weren't meant to,"
"I know but I'm the last person who should judge on pasts. I never even thought that you'd been a victim like that. I know you got emotionally involved in a lot of cases but I just thought that was you. you know like me I get mad when I work on cases with children in."
"Yeah I suppose I've always just passed it off as that, I only cope because I know he can't get my mom or me again. I also know that even if he did Grissom would help me because he cares about me."
"I care too you know."
"I know you do it's just I've never told anyone else apart from Grissom so it's hard to talk about."
"But Sara it wasn't your fault, you know that don't you?"
"Yeah I know that. But it wasn't my mom's fault either and he still got her. I just feel like a failed for the both of us. We spent years and years being beat up by that man and yet I never thought it was wrong. Well not until I started high school anyway. You just feel sick to the stomach when you find out."
"Yeah I know what you mean. I've had that exact same feeling in my life," He looked away scared that Sara would see his own eyes starting to sparkle in the dimly lit room. He didn't cry often. And if he did it was only in the privacy of his own home where only the walls and ceilings could see and hear his pain.
"So you going to tell me what's wrong now."
He sighed. He didn't really want to but he decided to keep it brief, just like he had with Catherine. "A last minute babysitter raped me when I was 9 whilst my mom and dad were out at a Christmas party. Mom and Dad want me to go home for Christmas but I don't know if I can handle staying over, you know in the same room as."
"It's alright I know what you mean you don't have to explain. I'm sorry Nick. I never knew you'd had to go through that. No one deserves that."
"Well no one deserves to be beaten up every day but I guess its what makes a person." He smiled as he remembered saying the exact same line to Catherine. She looked so different to how Sara looked. Catherine had nearly cried. She understood. Sara understood but she was more concerned, more anxious to know how she could help.
Instead of saying words, she conveyed them through a big bear hug, which held Nick firmly in her own arms. "What are we going to do eh?" She said the question muffled by Nick's shoulder.
"I don't know," he replied. "At least we both know now."
"Yeah I suppose that's a good thing." She gave him one last squeeze and released him feeling better for the friendly encounter she'd missed from him lately.
She smiled at him and in an attempt to lighten the mood she said, "I'm not exactly looking forward to Christmas alone. Christmas' haven't exactly been great over the years but at least I had people to share it with. Granted they weren't good people but hey beggars can't be choosers."
Nick thought quietly for a second and then replied, "Come home with me for Christmas. Before you say no, think about it. I'm helping you out and you're helping me out. It's an easy deal."
Sara looked at him and asked, "Are you serious?" He nodded and she replied slyly, "When do we leave?"
He smiled and replied, "The day after tomorrow."
"But that's only December 5th?" She looked shocked.
He started laughing. "I know it is I just couldn't resist seeing your face. We really leave on the 16th."
After hitting him playfully on the arm with a cushion she smiled. "The 16th it is."
Hope that was alright and you enjoyed it. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. This chapter needed to be got out of the way for the more emotional ones to come through. Thank you for previous reviews. Until next time ladies and Gentlemen . ( XX