A/N: This is the end of this story - though I plan to make similar ones in
the CSI category.
Chapter 4 - The Finial Fight
"What can we do? We can't call in police forces. They won't believe us!" Cath reasoned with herself and a speeding Sara. The pulled in front of the
CSI complex. Checking the amount of ammo in her gun. She went into the
center compartment. Pulled out four more clips and put some of the holy water on them. Including the ones going back into the gun. Putting a little
on herself, and instructing Cath to do the same, the went to the front doors and looked in. The place was empty. Shift change meant that the only people left were security guards and a receptionist. They were all passed out or... otherwise. Sara tried the door. Lock, even the key couldn't get it
open. But her, universal, key could. Cath drew her gun, and quick put a
little of the water on it. Clearing each way on the way to the lab, she found them. Greg and Nick saw her. So did one of the dead. It had been a guy from the morgue. Sara had worked the case. Sara pulled the trigger. The
head of the corpse exploded.
The body fell. The second one attacked. It got on Cath, she shot it off. It
let out a hurried cry before turning into dust. The main goalie grabbed
Greg. Greg tried to swing back but his hand only went through. Sara raised her gun. She couldn't shoot. She would hit Greg. Cath didn't
move either. Shacking the dead hand from her hair, she aimed as well.
Neither could shoot.
"Here we go Sara! All because you turned me down! You shot at me! Betrayed me! Now, I will get the final laugh. Your friend here will die because of you. However, being a fair dead man myself. I will give you one minute to answer the riddle I gave Greg, then you might be able to kill me. Without moving your feet. That goes for bother of you. Sara lowered her gun. Not
wanting to kill Greg.
Greg began to shout. "Remember Sara. He's the beginning of every end. The
end of every life." Sara was desperately trying to find strength she knew she didn't have. A
voice in her had began to speak.
Her world turned white with clouds.
'Sara.... Sara....'
"Mom?" Sara asked. Almost crying.
'Pull the trigger Sara.'
"I can't I'll hit Greg."
'Sara... trust me Sara.'
I white figure, no evil in it at all, appeared before her.
'I've been watching you Sara.'
"Mom!" 'You know I love you. You know what you need to do. Let your heart guide
you.'
Her world faded. Back in the real life, the gray figure was oblivious to
what just happened. "So, Sara." It snickered. It's grin so evil, it put Osama to shame. "Have
you an answer to my riddle?" "You remember it right?" It taunted. "So, Sara, what is the Beginning of
every end, the end of every life."
In it's own mistake it added. "Living, or dead."
She rose her weapon. Leveled it with the monster's head. Also with Greg's.
Greg saw it. "Do what you have to do Sara. No matter what the cost." He
yelled.
The wind began to pick up. There were no windows open. The wind came from Sara. What seemed like forever ended when Sara answered. "Me." A bright light engulfed her as she fired he weapon. Approaching the
figure at the same time.
Greg fell to the ground.
The evil gray figure hissed at her.
'There's always a next time Sara.' It bones appeared to sizzle. Sara poured the rest of the holy water on it.
"Not for you."
She noticed Greg. On the ground not moving.
She approached him. A lifeless Greg layed on the lab floor. The three
bullet wounds very clear in his head. The others crowed, around.
The lights came back on. The wind died down to a dull roar. Greg was still
gone.
Her mother had told her to trust her. As always, trust had failed.
White light engulfed Sara and Greg all of the sudden.
When it died, the wounds were gone.
Greg gasped back to life.
Everyone was stunned.
Gil leaned down by Sara. Trying to read her expression. Then, without
warning, he gave her a hug.
She had saved his life.
But who would believe their story...
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The next day it was work as usual. Sara had come back to work on some
terms. Gil had to let her and Greg take two days off. Almost.
None of them had forgotten about what had happened.
About Sara and Greg.
The end of the figure.
On a blue dry board in the break room some on had written this message for
Sara to find.
"The beginning of every end. The end of every life, living or dead. To
conquer all, and almost lose it all. Coming back from the brink of no
return, to bite evil back. Fighting for right and goodness. Sara Sidle, I'll love you always. Did you find what you lost Sara? I hope so. - Mom."
-----------------------
An mid-aged man closes a book in front of three kids.
"And that children, is the story of your mother, and how she saved my
life."
Sara appears behind Greg, holding a tray of Coco.
"Who wants some!"
"Dad? Was that story true?" David, the youngest of Sara and Greg's two kids
asked.
"Ya, Uncle Greg, was it?" Lindsay, Cath's daughter asked.
"Ya, Mom, was it?" Ryan, the older of the two.
"Well..." Sara began. Setting herself in Greg's arms. "That's another story, for another night. Now, drink your Coco and off to
bed."
They nodded and went to brush their teeth.
Sara went in the corner of the room. Pushed a painting aside, opened the
door and took out a blue dry board.
Greg smiled.
The message on it read:
"The beginning of every end. The end of every life, living or dead. To
conquer all, and almost lose it all. Coming back from the brink of no
return, to bite evil back. Fighting for right and goodness. Sara Sidle, I'll love you always. Did you find what you lost Sara? I hope so. - Mom."
The End... for now.
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After Author Notes: Hello, everyone. I really enjoyed writing this story.
I hope you enjoyed reading it. Now, if your easily board by LONG author notes, the scroll down and click the review button. Otherwise keep reading
on:
This story was written solely by me. I study ghosts and I've always wanted to put one into a story. And even though I'm a LONG way from ever being as good as Steven King, I think this brought me one step closer. I've always believed that after life, you go somewhere. Sometimes you lose your way, or you don't want to go. So you stay behind. And as far as the evil ones go:
Hell had no vacancies so your on a waiting list.
Anyway, I wrote a Greg/Sara fic because I never really saw that many of
them. Most was Nick/Sara. Gil/Sara. Heck, even Cath/Sara.
Thanks for reading. More coming soon! Love you all, leave reviews...
And
ALWAYS - respect the dead.
P.S. - It helps to carry holy water too!
~ Tobias.
Chapter 4 - The Finial Fight
"What can we do? We can't call in police forces. They won't believe us!" Cath reasoned with herself and a speeding Sara. The pulled in front of the
CSI complex. Checking the amount of ammo in her gun. She went into the
center compartment. Pulled out four more clips and put some of the holy water on them. Including the ones going back into the gun. Putting a little
on herself, and instructing Cath to do the same, the went to the front doors and looked in. The place was empty. Shift change meant that the only people left were security guards and a receptionist. They were all passed out or... otherwise. Sara tried the door. Lock, even the key couldn't get it
open. But her, universal, key could. Cath drew her gun, and quick put a
little of the water on it. Clearing each way on the way to the lab, she found them. Greg and Nick saw her. So did one of the dead. It had been a guy from the morgue. Sara had worked the case. Sara pulled the trigger. The
head of the corpse exploded.
The body fell. The second one attacked. It got on Cath, she shot it off. It
let out a hurried cry before turning into dust. The main goalie grabbed
Greg. Greg tried to swing back but his hand only went through. Sara raised her gun. She couldn't shoot. She would hit Greg. Cath didn't
move either. Shacking the dead hand from her hair, she aimed as well.
Neither could shoot.
"Here we go Sara! All because you turned me down! You shot at me! Betrayed me! Now, I will get the final laugh. Your friend here will die because of you. However, being a fair dead man myself. I will give you one minute to answer the riddle I gave Greg, then you might be able to kill me. Without moving your feet. That goes for bother of you. Sara lowered her gun. Not
wanting to kill Greg.
Greg began to shout. "Remember Sara. He's the beginning of every end. The
end of every life." Sara was desperately trying to find strength she knew she didn't have. A
voice in her had began to speak.
Her world turned white with clouds.
'Sara.... Sara....'
"Mom?" Sara asked. Almost crying.
'Pull the trigger Sara.'
"I can't I'll hit Greg."
'Sara... trust me Sara.'
I white figure, no evil in it at all, appeared before her.
'I've been watching you Sara.'
"Mom!" 'You know I love you. You know what you need to do. Let your heart guide
you.'
Her world faded. Back in the real life, the gray figure was oblivious to
what just happened. "So, Sara." It snickered. It's grin so evil, it put Osama to shame. "Have
you an answer to my riddle?" "You remember it right?" It taunted. "So, Sara, what is the Beginning of
every end, the end of every life."
In it's own mistake it added. "Living, or dead."
She rose her weapon. Leveled it with the monster's head. Also with Greg's.
Greg saw it. "Do what you have to do Sara. No matter what the cost." He
yelled.
The wind began to pick up. There were no windows open. The wind came from Sara. What seemed like forever ended when Sara answered. "Me." A bright light engulfed her as she fired he weapon. Approaching the
figure at the same time.
Greg fell to the ground.
The evil gray figure hissed at her.
'There's always a next time Sara.' It bones appeared to sizzle. Sara poured the rest of the holy water on it.
"Not for you."
She noticed Greg. On the ground not moving.
She approached him. A lifeless Greg layed on the lab floor. The three
bullet wounds very clear in his head. The others crowed, around.
The lights came back on. The wind died down to a dull roar. Greg was still
gone.
Her mother had told her to trust her. As always, trust had failed.
White light engulfed Sara and Greg all of the sudden.
When it died, the wounds were gone.
Greg gasped back to life.
Everyone was stunned.
Gil leaned down by Sara. Trying to read her expression. Then, without
warning, he gave her a hug.
She had saved his life.
But who would believe their story...
------------------------------------------------
The next day it was work as usual. Sara had come back to work on some
terms. Gil had to let her and Greg take two days off. Almost.
None of them had forgotten about what had happened.
About Sara and Greg.
The end of the figure.
On a blue dry board in the break room some on had written this message for
Sara to find.
"The beginning of every end. The end of every life, living or dead. To
conquer all, and almost lose it all. Coming back from the brink of no
return, to bite evil back. Fighting for right and goodness. Sara Sidle, I'll love you always. Did you find what you lost Sara? I hope so. - Mom."
-----------------------
An mid-aged man closes a book in front of three kids.
"And that children, is the story of your mother, and how she saved my
life."
Sara appears behind Greg, holding a tray of Coco.
"Who wants some!"
"Dad? Was that story true?" David, the youngest of Sara and Greg's two kids
asked.
"Ya, Uncle Greg, was it?" Lindsay, Cath's daughter asked.
"Ya, Mom, was it?" Ryan, the older of the two.
"Well..." Sara began. Setting herself in Greg's arms. "That's another story, for another night. Now, drink your Coco and off to
bed."
They nodded and went to brush their teeth.
Sara went in the corner of the room. Pushed a painting aside, opened the
door and took out a blue dry board.
Greg smiled.
The message on it read:
"The beginning of every end. The end of every life, living or dead. To
conquer all, and almost lose it all. Coming back from the brink of no
return, to bite evil back. Fighting for right and goodness. Sara Sidle, I'll love you always. Did you find what you lost Sara? I hope so. - Mom."
The End... for now.
------------------------------------------------------
After Author Notes: Hello, everyone. I really enjoyed writing this story.
I hope you enjoyed reading it. Now, if your easily board by LONG author notes, the scroll down and click the review button. Otherwise keep reading
on:
This story was written solely by me. I study ghosts and I've always wanted to put one into a story. And even though I'm a LONG way from ever being as good as Steven King, I think this brought me one step closer. I've always believed that after life, you go somewhere. Sometimes you lose your way, or you don't want to go. So you stay behind. And as far as the evil ones go:
Hell had no vacancies so your on a waiting list.
Anyway, I wrote a Greg/Sara fic because I never really saw that many of
them. Most was Nick/Sara. Gil/Sara. Heck, even Cath/Sara.
Thanks for reading. More coming soon! Love you all, leave reviews...
And
ALWAYS - respect the dead.
P.S. - It helps to carry holy water too!
~ Tobias.