Hide your face! Hide your face! He's coming!
He walked down the steps, towards her.
Oh, god! Help me!
Sara sobbed as she squeezed her eyes, tightly.
"I am unharmed and can't be seen. I am unharmed and can't be seen..."
Each step he took, he was getting closer to her.
She opened her eyes as she could smell his whiskey breath.
She stopped crying and gasped. It wasn't him. It was a different man. His eyes were so...
Sara suddenly opened her eyes, everything around her looked fuzzy. Did she sleep too long? She looked over at the TV screen which had black and white lines going across it. She turned over and looked at him. He looked at her. Her eyes suddenly widen as she saw his eyes.
Those eyes. Oh, god. No! It can't be him. Those blue eyes. It was him.
Sara suddenly bolted straight up, screaming.
Grissom woke up, looking around him. Trying to remember where he was. He heard something. It was her scream. He looked at her.
"Sara, are you okay?"
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand.
She shook her head.
"What happened?"
"I had another bad dream. It was almost the same but something changed."
"Oh. You're okay, now." He went over to hug her but she moved away from him.
He stopped.
"I'm sorry. It's just I am a little bit shaky from the dream."
He nodded in understanding. He looked at her. What had this girl been through? What does she keep dreaming of? Whatever it is, it's not going away anytime soon. "Do you want to go back to sleep?"
Sara shook her head. If she did, she would just dream of him.
"Want to watch another movie?"
She shook her head, again.
"Grissom," She paused. "I don't mean to be rude but could you leave?"
He nodded and walked over to the door.
"If you need me, call. I don't care what time it is. Just call me, okay?"
She nodded.
"Thanks for staying with me."
"Anytime."
He walked out the door and closed it.
Sara went into her room and closed the door.
She lay down on her bed, wide eyed. She wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. Why did she have that dream? Why didn't she have the same dream she always did?
A noise alarmed her as she bolted straight up.
Thud.
"Grissom, is that you?"
No response.
Thud.
She gasped and stood up. She wished she didn't send Grissom home. She wished she had her gun in here instead of the living room.
The same noise echo.
Thud.
She walked over and slowly turned the door knob.
She now heard footsteps and it wasn't hers.
Sara opened the door and saw that the window was opened. Her lamp was broken into pieces and the TV was lying on the floor. She walked out and looked around the room. Alarmed, she quietly walked over where she kept her gun.
It wasn't there.
"Looking for this?" A voice called out from behind her.
She jumped and gasped.
She knew that voice.
* * *
TBC.
He walked down the steps, towards her.
Oh, god! Help me!
Sara sobbed as she squeezed her eyes, tightly.
"I am unharmed and can't be seen. I am unharmed and can't be seen..."
Each step he took, he was getting closer to her.
She opened her eyes as she could smell his whiskey breath.
She stopped crying and gasped. It wasn't him. It was a different man. His eyes were so...
Sara suddenly opened her eyes, everything around her looked fuzzy. Did she sleep too long? She looked over at the TV screen which had black and white lines going across it. She turned over and looked at him. He looked at her. Her eyes suddenly widen as she saw his eyes.
Those eyes. Oh, god. No! It can't be him. Those blue eyes. It was him.
Sara suddenly bolted straight up, screaming.
Grissom woke up, looking around him. Trying to remember where he was. He heard something. It was her scream. He looked at her.
"Sara, are you okay?"
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand.
She shook her head.
"What happened?"
"I had another bad dream. It was almost the same but something changed."
"Oh. You're okay, now." He went over to hug her but she moved away from him.
He stopped.
"I'm sorry. It's just I am a little bit shaky from the dream."
He nodded in understanding. He looked at her. What had this girl been through? What does she keep dreaming of? Whatever it is, it's not going away anytime soon. "Do you want to go back to sleep?"
Sara shook her head. If she did, she would just dream of him.
"Want to watch another movie?"
She shook her head, again.
"Grissom," She paused. "I don't mean to be rude but could you leave?"
He nodded and walked over to the door.
"If you need me, call. I don't care what time it is. Just call me, okay?"
She nodded.
"Thanks for staying with me."
"Anytime."
He walked out the door and closed it.
Sara went into her room and closed the door.
She lay down on her bed, wide eyed. She wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. Why did she have that dream? Why didn't she have the same dream she always did?
A noise alarmed her as she bolted straight up.
Thud.
"Grissom, is that you?"
No response.
Thud.
She gasped and stood up. She wished she didn't send Grissom home. She wished she had her gun in here instead of the living room.
The same noise echo.
Thud.
She walked over and slowly turned the door knob.
She now heard footsteps and it wasn't hers.
Sara opened the door and saw that the window was opened. Her lamp was broken into pieces and the TV was lying on the floor. She walked out and looked around the room. Alarmed, she quietly walked over where she kept her gun.
It wasn't there.
"Looking for this?" A voice called out from behind her.
She jumped and gasped.
She knew that voice.
* * *
TBC.