Chapter 3



Sara's POV


I thought that when you die you see a bright light at the end of the tunnel. Well then how come I see Nick? Maybe I'm seeing people before I die instead. I look down and realize, I'm in my room. Nick is sleeping while holding my hand. He twitches ever so slightly, then his eyes flicker open.


'Welcome back Sara.' He smiled at me.


'I'm not dead.' I mumble then sigh back into my bed.


'Your alive, now you want this back?' He hands me my note that I wrote for him. It hasn't been open.


'You didn't read it.'


'Your still alive, that's a suicide note. You didn't commit suicide so there's no reason to read it.'


'Did you tell anyone?'


'No, not yet.'


'Because I don't want for you to be hooked up to any machines or being looked at my shrinks. I called Grissom and told him that your taking some personal time off. He undrestood.'


'Then why are you still here?'


'Because I care about you Sar, you know that.' Nick cupped my face and started caressing my cheek with his thumb.


I looked up at him and saw sadness in his eyes. Such a sadness that made me start to cry silent tears, 'Dammit.' I bit down on my lower lip to make it all stop.


'O honey.' Nick continued to hold my hand. I swapped his hand away not letting him touch me.


'Don't do that.'


'Do what?' He asked me quietly.


'THIS! Making me feel like you care about me when you really don't.' More tears came to my eyes.


'I do care about you. If I didn't, then I wouldn't be here.'


'Then why are you still here?' I snapped at him.


'Because I want to be.' Nick sat upon my bed and wiped my tears with his thumb.


'Don't hurt me anymore.' I half pleaded, half whispered.


'I won't, we'll take it slow. If you let me.'


'I will.' I whispered before I put my arms around him. I had my head resting on his shoulder with tears still running down my face. Nick had his hands tangled in my hair holding me close. I started to laugh, while I was still crying, realizing that his shirt was now wet.


'What's so funny?'


'I got you shirt all wet.' I lifted my head and placed my hand where my hand had just been a couple seconds ago.


'Doesn't matter, I have other shirts.' Nick put one of his hands on mine.


'Not here you don't.'


'Then I'll just have to take my shirt off.' Nick looked at me, 'To wash later.'


'And until then?'


'I get no shirt.' Nick took off his shirt and I played my hands across his well sculpted chest. 'You should get some more sleep, you lost a lot of blood so your going to have to take it easy for a while.'


'Sleep with me?'


'I thought we were taking this slow.' Nick laughed.


'No Nick, just sleep.' I smiled at him. Nick went to the other side of the bed and slipped underneath the covers. I crawled up next to him and put my head onto his chest. Your bodies molded together, then soon sleep found me.



The End