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Sara groaned and stretched, reluctantly shaking away a heavy curtain of sleep. The bed side lamp was still on and the novel she'd been reading was still open across her chest. She must have dozed off while reading. It felt good though, having a nap.
She glanced at the clock, it was ten thirty. Time to get ready for the graveyard shift, she was eager to continue their case. Sara had a feeling they were close to finding enough evidence to convict the killer. She wondered what had woken her so abruptly. Someone knocked on the door insistently. "Alright, alright I'm coming." Sara called. She hopped out of her bed and stumbled groggily out of the room and to the door.
Sara looked through the peephole in her door to see who it was. Hank, standing there with an impatient look on his face. Great, what was he doing here. This really soured her mood. She unlocked the door and swung it open irritably. "What do you want Hank? You already took your stuff back." To her surprise he looked quite angry. She was done with being nice.
"Sara, did you talk to Elaine?" He said. Sara rolled her eyes, she was through with this idiot."You can't be serious Hank, go home." She tried to close the door but he stopped it with the heel of his hand. "I'm serious Sara, Elaine broke up with me today and said she was doing it because she knew I was cheating on her." Hanks blue eyes were furious. Sara was actually quite unnerved by the anger he displayed. "Sara, did you TALK to her?"
"What do you want me to say Hank? That I'm sorry? Because I'm not." Sara said angrily. She tried to close the door again. "Sara just tell me the truth!" Hank growled. "You must have told her. Everything was fine!""We were engaged dammit!" Sara opened the door a little wider in anger. "Maybe she found out what a scum bag you are all by herself." She said icilly.
"Stop LYING Sara! I know she came by here earlier! You talked to her." He yelled. "Keep it down Hank," Sara said, keeping her voice neutral. "Alright she DID come here earlier and did ask me if you were cheating her." Hank was livid, a fierce and angry look poisoned his normally handsome face. Sara laughed shortly, not caring how angry he was. "What'd you expect Hank? For me to lie for you? I owe you nothing."
"You bitch!" He shouted. Hank tried to force his way into the apartment. "Hank, stop it! What are you doing!?" Sara yelled back in fear and surprise while attempting to keep him out. She tried to push the door closed, but he was bigger and pushed his way in, she fell to the floor with a dull thud, hitting her head against the corner of her counter as she went down. She saw stars for a second. What the hell was he doing? "Hank... leave or I'll call the cops." She said fearfully.
"I bet you would too Sara!" He yelled. Sara tried to get up to get to her phone but Hank pushed her back down. She tried to hit him and he grabbed both of her wrists and forced them over her head with one hand. He was crazy with anger. Sara couldn't fight back, he was too much bigger than her.
The grip on her wrists was bruisingly painful. He stared into her eyes, hate apparent. Sara felt fear grip her heart, what was he going to do to her? His eyes made it clear what he wanted. His free hand twitched as if longing to wrap itself around her throat. Sara spoke through all of her fear and panic. "Hank, if you leave now.. I..I promise not to press charges, just go."
A flicker of sanity passed over his eyes. Then suddenly released her and left. Sara sat on the floor watching him go, her heart still beating rapidly. She was scared, if she pressed charges, would he come back? She decided to do nothing. Her eyes were dry with shock. Had that really just happened? She stared down at her wrists. Angry red hand marks had sprung up assuring her that this was reality. She could tell already. Today was going to be a bad day.
A few minutes later, Sara was changed and was watching tv while icing her wrists. She removed the baggie full of ice and noticed that the marks were a bit better. Sara sighed and rolled down her long sleeves. It was a hot night and she hoped no one would mention her attire while at work.
Sara grabbed her bag and left early. She was hoping to get a few words in with Captain Brass before the start of shift.
AT WORK~ Sara entered the locker room after speaking with Brass. She was getting a restraining order on Hank Pettigrew. If he ever showed up at her apartment again, he was going to jail. She opened her locker and dumped her bag into it. Brass had tried to convince her to press charges but she decided that she wanted it to end now. She didn't want to have to deal with him anymore.
"Hey Sara!" Someone grabbed her shoulder. Sara jumped a foot in the air. It was Nick. "Little jumpy today?" Sara smiled at him shakily, "Don't ever do that again alright?" He looked at her strangely, "You need to get a little more sleep Sidle." Sara closed and locked her locker. "Finally something we agree on."
"Yeah yeah," Said Nick as he opened his locker. "Hey, I saw you leaving Brass' office, got any new leads for us?" Sara shook her head, "Nope, sorry Nicky." Nick shrugged,"We don't have much, but it all points to him." Sara nodded,"I think if those tire prints match his vehicle he's toast." Nick smiled wearily, "Speaking of which, I'll be piecing those together, catch me up when your done in here." Sara nodded. He slammed his locker closed, Sara jumped again involuntarily. "Are you sure your'e okay?" Sara smiled, "Peachy."
Sara sat down on the bench after he'd finally left, appreciating the few moments of silence before work began. She felt so vunerable and she could barely keep her emotions in check, and all of it was Hank's fault. I hate him. She thought ruthlessly, as she touched the sore spot on the back of her head and winced.
Sara yawned and got up, all she wanted to now was sleep. This was strange as she'd just had a long nap. Hank's fault. AGAIN. The second she stood straight she knew she'd gotten up to fast. Her vision flashed black and white, she blinked trying to clear her vision. Great, how was she going to work if she couldn't even see straight.
She shook her head, finally her vision cleared. Now, time to help Nicky with the tire prints. That, she was not looking forward to, though she enjoyed Nick's company. Sara shivered, for some reason she was cold. She took a step forward and was shocked and frightened by the fact her legs wouldn't work right. Right now she finally understood what people meant when the spoke of their legs turning to rubber.
"Hey Sar." Sara looked at him, it was Warrick. "Nick said to tell you to get your ass down there. Hey are you alright?, you look kind of pale." He said, studying her with a concerned expression on his face. "Fine," Sara replied, trying to convince both of them. "Sara?" She took another step forward and her legs gave out completely. Her last memory before unconsciousness was the floor rushing up to meet her.
Warrick rushed forward and felt for a pulse. It was there but very erratic. He scooped Sara up in his arms and pulled open the door awkwardly. "Somebody help! Somebody call an ambulance!" Heads poked out of doorways down the hallway.
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Sara groaned and stretched, reluctantly shaking away a heavy curtain of sleep. The bed side lamp was still on and the novel she'd been reading was still open across her chest. She must have dozed off while reading. It felt good though, having a nap.
She glanced at the clock, it was ten thirty. Time to get ready for the graveyard shift, she was eager to continue their case. Sara had a feeling they were close to finding enough evidence to convict the killer. She wondered what had woken her so abruptly. Someone knocked on the door insistently. "Alright, alright I'm coming." Sara called. She hopped out of her bed and stumbled groggily out of the room and to the door.
Sara looked through the peephole in her door to see who it was. Hank, standing there with an impatient look on his face. Great, what was he doing here. This really soured her mood. She unlocked the door and swung it open irritably. "What do you want Hank? You already took your stuff back." To her surprise he looked quite angry. She was done with being nice.
"Sara, did you talk to Elaine?" He said. Sara rolled her eyes, she was through with this idiot."You can't be serious Hank, go home." She tried to close the door but he stopped it with the heel of his hand. "I'm serious Sara, Elaine broke up with me today and said she was doing it because she knew I was cheating on her." Hanks blue eyes were furious. Sara was actually quite unnerved by the anger he displayed. "Sara, did you TALK to her?"
"What do you want me to say Hank? That I'm sorry? Because I'm not." Sara said angrily. She tried to close the door again. "Sara just tell me the truth!" Hank growled. "You must have told her. Everything was fine!""We were engaged dammit!" Sara opened the door a little wider in anger. "Maybe she found out what a scum bag you are all by herself." She said icilly.
"Stop LYING Sara! I know she came by here earlier! You talked to her." He yelled. "Keep it down Hank," Sara said, keeping her voice neutral. "Alright she DID come here earlier and did ask me if you were cheating her." Hank was livid, a fierce and angry look poisoned his normally handsome face. Sara laughed shortly, not caring how angry he was. "What'd you expect Hank? For me to lie for you? I owe you nothing."
"You bitch!" He shouted. Hank tried to force his way into the apartment. "Hank, stop it! What are you doing!?" Sara yelled back in fear and surprise while attempting to keep him out. She tried to push the door closed, but he was bigger and pushed his way in, she fell to the floor with a dull thud, hitting her head against the corner of her counter as she went down. She saw stars for a second. What the hell was he doing? "Hank... leave or I'll call the cops." She said fearfully.
"I bet you would too Sara!" He yelled. Sara tried to get up to get to her phone but Hank pushed her back down. She tried to hit him and he grabbed both of her wrists and forced them over her head with one hand. He was crazy with anger. Sara couldn't fight back, he was too much bigger than her.
The grip on her wrists was bruisingly painful. He stared into her eyes, hate apparent. Sara felt fear grip her heart, what was he going to do to her? His eyes made it clear what he wanted. His free hand twitched as if longing to wrap itself around her throat. Sara spoke through all of her fear and panic. "Hank, if you leave now.. I..I promise not to press charges, just go."
A flicker of sanity passed over his eyes. Then suddenly released her and left. Sara sat on the floor watching him go, her heart still beating rapidly. She was scared, if she pressed charges, would he come back? She decided to do nothing. Her eyes were dry with shock. Had that really just happened? She stared down at her wrists. Angry red hand marks had sprung up assuring her that this was reality. She could tell already. Today was going to be a bad day.
A few minutes later, Sara was changed and was watching tv while icing her wrists. She removed the baggie full of ice and noticed that the marks were a bit better. Sara sighed and rolled down her long sleeves. It was a hot night and she hoped no one would mention her attire while at work.
Sara grabbed her bag and left early. She was hoping to get a few words in with Captain Brass before the start of shift.
AT WORK~ Sara entered the locker room after speaking with Brass. She was getting a restraining order on Hank Pettigrew. If he ever showed up at her apartment again, he was going to jail. She opened her locker and dumped her bag into it. Brass had tried to convince her to press charges but she decided that she wanted it to end now. She didn't want to have to deal with him anymore.
"Hey Sara!" Someone grabbed her shoulder. Sara jumped a foot in the air. It was Nick. "Little jumpy today?" Sara smiled at him shakily, "Don't ever do that again alright?" He looked at her strangely, "You need to get a little more sleep Sidle." Sara closed and locked her locker. "Finally something we agree on."
"Yeah yeah," Said Nick as he opened his locker. "Hey, I saw you leaving Brass' office, got any new leads for us?" Sara shook her head, "Nope, sorry Nicky." Nick shrugged,"We don't have much, but it all points to him." Sara nodded,"I think if those tire prints match his vehicle he's toast." Nick smiled wearily, "Speaking of which, I'll be piecing those together, catch me up when your done in here." Sara nodded. He slammed his locker closed, Sara jumped again involuntarily. "Are you sure your'e okay?" Sara smiled, "Peachy."
Sara sat down on the bench after he'd finally left, appreciating the few moments of silence before work began. She felt so vunerable and she could barely keep her emotions in check, and all of it was Hank's fault. I hate him. She thought ruthlessly, as she touched the sore spot on the back of her head and winced.
Sara yawned and got up, all she wanted to now was sleep. This was strange as she'd just had a long nap. Hank's fault. AGAIN. The second she stood straight she knew she'd gotten up to fast. Her vision flashed black and white, she blinked trying to clear her vision. Great, how was she going to work if she couldn't even see straight.
She shook her head, finally her vision cleared. Now, time to help Nicky with the tire prints. That, she was not looking forward to, though she enjoyed Nick's company. Sara shivered, for some reason she was cold. She took a step forward and was shocked and frightened by the fact her legs wouldn't work right. Right now she finally understood what people meant when the spoke of their legs turning to rubber.
"Hey Sar." Sara looked at him, it was Warrick. "Nick said to tell you to get your ass down there. Hey are you alright?, you look kind of pale." He said, studying her with a concerned expression on his face. "Fine," Sara replied, trying to convince both of them. "Sara?" She took another step forward and her legs gave out completely. Her last memory before unconsciousness was the floor rushing up to meet her.
Warrick rushed forward and felt for a pulse. It was there but very erratic. He scooped Sara up in his arms and pulled open the door awkwardly. "Somebody help! Somebody call an ambulance!" Heads poked out of doorways down the hallway.
A/N: Reviews are great !!!!!!!!!!! TBC?