TITLE: Nobody Drinks Alone – Song Fic
Song is by Keith Urban with the same name
AUTHOR: Jennifer Ransdell
Summery: Sara's demons threaten to consume her
Disclaimer: I own nothing with CSI but I love G/S
A/N Follows up to Season 5
Bold indicates song
Italics indicate Sara's thoughts and/or flashbacks
Sara walked into her apartment with the paper bag tucked underneath her arm. She locked her door and leaned her head back against it.
She threw her keys and phone on her kitchen counter and reached for the remote to her CD player and turned it on.
You brought that bottle home in a paper sack
Drew the blinds and locked the doors
Sara walked around the counter to the kitchen. She opened up a cabinet and pulled out a shot glass. She picked up the bag and took the bottle of whiskey she'd just purchased out and put it on the counter.
And there's nothing but empty there inside that glass
So you pour a little more
She unscrewed the top off the bottle and poured the amber liquid to the top of the glass.
And there's no one there to judge you
At least that's what you tell yourself
Flashback
Brass: "I mean, what I'm trying to say is that...there's more problems than answers in the bottom of a bottle, believe me.
End Flashback
But, don't you know
Nobody drinks alone
Every demon, every ghost
Ashley Curtwell, Brian Haddick
From your past
And every memory you've held back
Follows you home
Flashback
Sara: "You're not a victim, you were a lure. Do you know how many people don't report a rape because they're afraid that no one will believe them?"
Ashley Curtwell: "Of Course. It's what I was counting on."
End Flashback
Nobody drinks alone
Sara looks down at the shot of whiskey in front of her. She stares at it hoping it has the power to heal her pain.
You remember whiskey on your daddy's breath
So you always stick to wine
Flashback
A 12 year old Sara hears a door slam and her father's loud voice
Sara's dad: "What do you mean my suppers not ready! I told you I wanted it ready when I got home!"
Sara's mom: "I had it ready at 6:30 like you asked but since it's after 10:00 its cold now."
Sara flinches at the sound of a slap
Sara's dad: "Are you back talking me!"
Another slap
End Flashback
And you scared your brother half to death
You just kept it all inside
Flashback
Sara is standing on the steps leading upstairs. She turns to her brother
Sara: "Stay right here."
Sara's brother: "NO! Sara where are you going?"
Sara: "I'm going to check on mom."
Sara's brother: "No Sara! Please don't leave me."
End Flashback
You can hear your mama crying
Only now she cries for you
Flashback
Sara quietly makes her way to the kitchen and hears her mom crying. She stands in the doorway and gasps as she sees her dad hovering over her mother, with his hand raised. Her mother has her hands in front of her face trying to stop the blow. They both freeze as they see Sara standing in the hallway. Then her dad moves towards her
End Flashback
And, don't you know
Nobody drinks alone
Every demon, every ghost
Steve Jannson, Suzanne Kirkwood
From your past
And every memory you've held back
Follows you home
Flashback
Sara stands there looking at Suzanne Kirkwood's body on the pavement. She lifts up the crime scene tape and continues past the scene of police and emergency personnel. It's too late to save her. I was too late. Grissom looks towards her as she sits in her car and the tears start to fall.
End Flashback
Nobody drinks alone
Though you're lonely
Hey, don't you let that feeling fool ya
Flashback
Sara: "Would you like to have dinner with me?"
Grissom: "No."
Sara: "Why not? Let's...let's have dinner. Let's see what happens."
Grissom: "I don't know what to do about this."
Sara: "I do. You know, by the time you figure it out, you really could be too late."
End Flashback
And don't you know
Nobody drinks alone
Every demon, every ghost
Vincent Lurie, Debbie Marlin
From your past
Every memory you've held back
Follows you home
Flashback
Grissom: "Because we have to risk everything we've worked for in order to have her. I couldn't do it.
End Flashback
Nobody drinks alone
Flashback
Her shirt was torn. Her lip was bleeding and her lungs hurt from screaming so much. She pulled herself up from the floor. On shaky Legs she made it to the phone.
"911, what's your emergency"
"Yes, um...this...this is Sara...Sara Sidle...I...I...need to report a rape..."
Nobody drinks alone
Sara picked up the shot glass with shaky hands. Some of the whiskey fell onto her fingers as she brought the glass up to eye level. She turned around and dumped it into her sink.
She picked up her phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Hey...um...it's Sara."
"Oh...Okay..."
"No...I'm okay...no...I'm not okay...I need to...to talk to someone...and...oh never mind."
"What? Sure...no I can meet you there."
"Yeah...15 minutes would be good."
"Okay...I'll see you then...hey Griss...thanks."
Finished