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Sara sat at the kitchen table, holding a steamy cup of coffee between her hands. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she never heard Nick approach her. "Sara?" He said with worry in his voice as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah?" She asked staring up into his deep brown eyes.
"Are you okay?"
She glanced back down into her cup of coffee. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? You're the one who just buried your child less than a week ago, I should be asking you how you're feeling."
"Sara-"
"Nick I'm fine." Her voice was short and irritated.
Nick knew he shouldn't press the subject, but he did anyway. "Talk to me."
"I really don't have anything to say."
"Yes you do."
Sara stood up suddenly and hurried over to the sink where she dumped the rest of her coffee, cleaned her cup, and put it away. She sighed deeply, as she stood with her back to Nick. She did have something to say, but she didn't want to hurt him. Hurting Nick was the last thing she wanted to do.
He came over to her, and rested his hands on her hips. "Sara please tell me" he whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickling her skin.
"I don't think we should get married," she blurted out, hanging her head in defeat, not wanting to hear his response.
He was quiet; didn't move. Did she say what he thinks she said?
Sara turned around, Nick's hands staying firmly at her hips. "Nick-"
"Why?" He blinked a few times.
"It's too soon" she explained, resting her hands on top of his. "I don't think we're ready."
"Yes we are. I've never been more ready for anything in my life. I love you Sara. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I thought you felt the same way."
"I do, but-"
"No, Sara!" He dropped his hands from her hips and took a few steps backwards.
"Nick, just listen to me."
"I knew this was going to happen. You were just with me out of pity. You were only with me to help with the baby. Weren't you?
Sara's jaw dropped. "How can you say that?"
"It's true, isn't it?"
"No! Nick, no!"
Nick slumped down on the couch, and held his head in his hands. Sara slowly made her way over to him, and sat down, not touching him. She was sure that at any moment he could snap, and she was so afraid of what he would do; not to her, no he would never hurt her, but to himself. She was afraid of what he would do to himself.
"Nick, can you please just listen to me"
"Do you love me?" He asked, not looking up at her.
"More than anything."
"I don't understand."
"That's because you haven't given me a chance to explain" Sara reached for his hand, and held it between both of hers.
Nick slowly looked over at her, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. "I'm sorry."
"Honey, you have nothing to be sorry about. I just want you to hear me out."
He nodded, and relaxed, leaning back against the couch.
"I don't think it's a good time for us to get married. I just this with everything that's going on, it would just be better to wait a few months. We need to get settled first. We need to deal with Brianna and Monica's deaths. Please, Nick. Please understand me."
Nick closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. When he opened his eyes and looked back over at Sara, she had tears in her eyes as well. Nick wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her to him. Sara positioned herself so that she was straddling his lap.
Sara stared down into Nick's dark brown eyes. He smiled slightly. "Don't scare me like that. I thought you wanted to call it off all together."
"No. Never." Sara responded quickly.
She leaned down and pressed her lips against Nick's, kissing him softly.
Nick pulled away after a few passionate moments, and buried his face in Sara's chest. She held him close to her, running her fingers through his hair and down his back.
"Sara?" Nick leaned back and looked up at the woman in his arms.
"Yeah, Nick."
"I love you."
"I love you too"
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"Who called it in?" Catherine asked as she and Warrick met up with Brass in the alley behind the Garden Apartments.
"She did." Brass answered as he flipped through his notepad.
"What? The victim called it in?" Warrick asked.
"Yep. She called 9-1-1, told them she was going to kill herself, and then hung up. She was true to her word." Brass led the two CSI's over to where David was giving the young woman one last look-over.
"GSW to the temple. That's all it took." David informed them.
"Then why are we even here?" Warrick asked.
"War, you know how this goes." Catherine said, smiling.
"Yeah." He looked around. "This place must have bad luck or something. First Monica, now her. I would just like to say again that I am glad Sara didn't move in here when she got to Vegas."
"Yeah, I'll second that one." Catherine said, bending down to take pictures of the lifeless body on the ground in front of her. "Do we have any I.D on this one?"
Brass glanced back down at his note pad. "Yep. Bianca Miller. 23 years old. Lived alone on the sixth floor. Just a few doors down from Monica Gruber."
"Weird. Do you think these two incidences are related?" Warrick questioned.
"We'll find out." Catherine reached down and picked up the gun that was lying next to Bianca's body. She dropped the weapon into an evidence bag and marked the date, time, and other information on the outside of the bag.
"Hey Cath" Brass called.
"Yeah?" She stood up and walked over to where he was standing next to David and Warrick.
"You might want to read this. Warrick found it in her pocket." Brass handed Catherine a folded piece of paper.
"What is it?"
"Just read it, Cath" Warrick said, his expression solemn.
Catherine took the letter from Brass and carefully unfolded it. "We'll need to dust this for prints, too."
"We know" Warrick agreed.
Catherine gazed down at the piece of paper in front of her, her breath catching in her throat. "Call Nick" she whispered, her voice quivering.
"Cath, I don't think-" Warrick began.
"I don't care. Just do it!"
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TBC
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