Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters; they are the property of the creators and producers of CSI. The only thing I own are Mark and Davis Wallis, Traci (last name undisclosed) and a broken down CD-player...please don't sue me!
The mixed aroma of mothballs, artificial pine air freshener, along with the stagnant stench of dried blood filled the air.
The bring light of the sun filtered through a small gap in the blinds; it was painful against the newly opened eye.
Her mouth was dry; only the taste of blood lingered on her lips, as she licked her dry, chapped lips.
The room was cold and dark, each corner having its own secret, its own horror. She slept in a cot, on one side, but could not see any other items in the room. It was a cellar, a basement, a very dark basement.
Sara shifted, but quickly feeling a sharp, sore pain on her side. A tear fell; it flowed slowly down her dirty cheek. You could here the pain, the confusion, the fear in her sigh. The visions and hope of seeing beyond the darkness in her eyes, in the tears that flowed.
The floor above creaked, two people were talking. A woman and a man. The heels of the woman clicked as she paced above. The man's voice rising, she could barely make out the voices. Both voices sounded familiar. Soon, pangs of pain hit her head. She continued to listen closely, but struggled to understand their conversation.
The door opened slowly, and she looked towards the light that had made its way down the stairs. She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, but left a slit for her eyes to cautiously watch her captor.
The man walked down the noisy stairs, each squeak accompanied each pounding of her heart. Moved closer, and closer, her face remained emotionless, struggling not to make any movement. As the tall man came forward, his face surfaced, feature by feature. Her heart raced, 'how can this be?' She wondered, she wanted to scream, but knew that her voice could potentially initiate violence. Violence towards her body that she did not want.
He spoke, sitting beside her, taking her hand in his and gently blushing his thumb over her bruised hand. 'Don't touch me,' she screamed inside.
"Sara, beautiful, even in your sleep," he began.
"Your peaceful eyes rested and your mouth perfect. A heart so warm and loving. You were always my girl. Mine. We have gone through many obstacles, from our naive youth to our current lives. Why couldn't you see my love, my light for you? But that's ok," he smiled.
"I took care of David, he's gone to a place he deserved," he continued. Sara wondered, 'David? Oh my god, no.' Her heart sank, putting together a series of emotions; she was overwhelmed by the news, wanting to scream and cry. She continued to keep her eyes closed.
"And now, our new challenge, I'll take care of him soon, just for you - for us. Nick is going to go away, he's going to take another path," he whispered into her ear. His warm breath tickling Sara's ear. At that moment, the woman called, she walked several steps down to the basement, but stopped. She requested that he join her upstairs. He glared at her, but quickly returned his eyes to Sara's semi-closed eyes; he kissed her forehead and walked up the stairs, closing the door behind them.
'Nick!' she screamed inside. Her emotions ran high, she pondered at what she could do. She wept in the darkness, and thought back to her life, the rebuilding that it was currently experiencing. She remembered the night after breaking up with Hank, a night that she couldn't quite remember but figured out to be a turning point in her life. After drinks with Catherine, she returned home, but only to feel the pull of her aching heart gravitate towards alcohol. After several drinks, she could not remember anything, but could remember Nick. His genuine way of reaching out to people, caring, touching their hearts; and touching her own heart. The night, she found herself learning from him, learning from his kindness and love, and after years of working with him, she had only discovered his "true self" and loved him for it.
She wondered where he was, if he was alright. Her own concern for herself subsiding, only preoccupied by the danger he is in and his well-being.
The thinking made her head hurt even more; but was soon ceased by the sound of a gun going off. She blinked as she heard a thud; and breathing became hard, feeling her inner body stop.
San Francisco. Inside a rental car.
'Sara where are you?' Nick questioned in his head.
His eyes had grown tired, his face long and his laugh lines retiring into his face, he hadn't laughed in days. Coffee cups littered the front seat with the smell of greasy Chinese food trapped inside that rental. Grissom talked on the phone; having a conference with the team, learning of the evidence that they had gathered.
Nick's eyes stared ahead, focusing on finding evidence, eager to find Mark Wallis, to find answers to the questions he's had. He felt vulnerable, so vulnerable that pain took over him. Heart aching, he wondered when and if he was ever going to see her again.
Mentally kicking himself for all the times he wanted to tell Sara, and imagined all the chances he had missed.
He quickly looked over at Grissom, wishing that the team had something, a lead that could bring him closer to Sara. He wished, he prayed, he hoped.
"Hold on Sara," he whispered.
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A/N - this was just a little sara pov update. and a little cheesy, but what can u do... drama? love? perfect combination. and after reading over the reviews, i'm really happy to hear that people are enjoying my project. i also appreciate the suggestions and corrections from people. i've fixed the inconsistency in chapter 6 into what i really want the reader to know. i hope that everyone is happy with the sara pov. i hope this sort paints on the blank canvas of mystery about sara's disappearance. again, love it, loathe it, review it! please review. i'm really addicted.
The mixed aroma of mothballs, artificial pine air freshener, along with the stagnant stench of dried blood filled the air.
The bring light of the sun filtered through a small gap in the blinds; it was painful against the newly opened eye.
Her mouth was dry; only the taste of blood lingered on her lips, as she licked her dry, chapped lips.
The room was cold and dark, each corner having its own secret, its own horror. She slept in a cot, on one side, but could not see any other items in the room. It was a cellar, a basement, a very dark basement.
Sara shifted, but quickly feeling a sharp, sore pain on her side. A tear fell; it flowed slowly down her dirty cheek. You could here the pain, the confusion, the fear in her sigh. The visions and hope of seeing beyond the darkness in her eyes, in the tears that flowed.
The floor above creaked, two people were talking. A woman and a man. The heels of the woman clicked as she paced above. The man's voice rising, she could barely make out the voices. Both voices sounded familiar. Soon, pangs of pain hit her head. She continued to listen closely, but struggled to understand their conversation.
The door opened slowly, and she looked towards the light that had made its way down the stairs. She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, but left a slit for her eyes to cautiously watch her captor.
The man walked down the noisy stairs, each squeak accompanied each pounding of her heart. Moved closer, and closer, her face remained emotionless, struggling not to make any movement. As the tall man came forward, his face surfaced, feature by feature. Her heart raced, 'how can this be?' She wondered, she wanted to scream, but knew that her voice could potentially initiate violence. Violence towards her body that she did not want.
He spoke, sitting beside her, taking her hand in his and gently blushing his thumb over her bruised hand. 'Don't touch me,' she screamed inside.
"Sara, beautiful, even in your sleep," he began.
"Your peaceful eyes rested and your mouth perfect. A heart so warm and loving. You were always my girl. Mine. We have gone through many obstacles, from our naive youth to our current lives. Why couldn't you see my love, my light for you? But that's ok," he smiled.
"I took care of David, he's gone to a place he deserved," he continued. Sara wondered, 'David? Oh my god, no.' Her heart sank, putting together a series of emotions; she was overwhelmed by the news, wanting to scream and cry. She continued to keep her eyes closed.
"And now, our new challenge, I'll take care of him soon, just for you - for us. Nick is going to go away, he's going to take another path," he whispered into her ear. His warm breath tickling Sara's ear. At that moment, the woman called, she walked several steps down to the basement, but stopped. She requested that he join her upstairs. He glared at her, but quickly returned his eyes to Sara's semi-closed eyes; he kissed her forehead and walked up the stairs, closing the door behind them.
'Nick!' she screamed inside. Her emotions ran high, she pondered at what she could do. She wept in the darkness, and thought back to her life, the rebuilding that it was currently experiencing. She remembered the night after breaking up with Hank, a night that she couldn't quite remember but figured out to be a turning point in her life. After drinks with Catherine, she returned home, but only to feel the pull of her aching heart gravitate towards alcohol. After several drinks, she could not remember anything, but could remember Nick. His genuine way of reaching out to people, caring, touching their hearts; and touching her own heart. The night, she found herself learning from him, learning from his kindness and love, and after years of working with him, she had only discovered his "true self" and loved him for it.
She wondered where he was, if he was alright. Her own concern for herself subsiding, only preoccupied by the danger he is in and his well-being.
The thinking made her head hurt even more; but was soon ceased by the sound of a gun going off. She blinked as she heard a thud; and breathing became hard, feeling her inner body stop.
San Francisco. Inside a rental car.
'Sara where are you?' Nick questioned in his head.
His eyes had grown tired, his face long and his laugh lines retiring into his face, he hadn't laughed in days. Coffee cups littered the front seat with the smell of greasy Chinese food trapped inside that rental. Grissom talked on the phone; having a conference with the team, learning of the evidence that they had gathered.
Nick's eyes stared ahead, focusing on finding evidence, eager to find Mark Wallis, to find answers to the questions he's had. He felt vulnerable, so vulnerable that pain took over him. Heart aching, he wondered when and if he was ever going to see her again.
Mentally kicking himself for all the times he wanted to tell Sara, and imagined all the chances he had missed.
He quickly looked over at Grissom, wishing that the team had something, a lead that could bring him closer to Sara. He wished, he prayed, he hoped.
"Hold on Sara," he whispered.
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A/N - this was just a little sara pov update. and a little cheesy, but what can u do... drama? love? perfect combination. and after reading over the reviews, i'm really happy to hear that people are enjoying my project. i also appreciate the suggestions and corrections from people. i've fixed the inconsistency in chapter 6 into what i really want the reader to know. i hope that everyone is happy with the sara pov. i hope this sort paints on the blank canvas of mystery about sara's disappearance. again, love it, loathe it, review it! please review. i'm really addicted.