Author's Note: Some of these chapters are going to take a lot longer to finish than others 'cause the teachers are just loading us down with homework. So, yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, here's chapter 3. Hope you enjoy!

Sara slept uneasily, visions of the past racing through her mind as she tossed and turned under the covers.

…"I don't know why I even let you stay here, you ungrateful bitch!"…

…"Sara, why is your back all bruised? Don't tell me you fell down again. Do your parents know you're so clumsy?"…

…"No one will believe you, Sara. I'll say you're just begging for attention. I'm a well-respected man in this community! Or maybe I'll tell them that it was the other way around. I'll tell them that you came on to me! Won't that be embarrassing to explain?"…

…"Get your nose out of that book for once, you little whore!"…

Sara gasped as she opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around, wondering where she was. Then she remembered. She glanced beside her, and saw Jake lying on his side and snoring lightly. She sighed and let her head drop to the pillow. It's all in the past, she reminded herself, they can't hurt me anymore.

A phone started to ring. Sara realized it was her cell, which was lying on the bedside table. Jake grunted as the noise woke him up. Sara smiled inwardly. There was only one person who called her this early in the morning. She closed her eyes and feigned sleep.

"Jake," she said tiredly, as if she was half asleep, "can you get that for me?" He grabbed the phone lying beside him and flipped it open.

"Hello," he said sleepily. He paused as the caller spoke. "Yeah," he said after awhile, "she's right here." He nudged Sara's shoulder. "It's some dude from your work," he told her, "he says it's important." Sara groaned as she rolled over. Jake handed her the phone and she brought it to her ear.

"Hello," she said, sounding drowsier than she felt.

"Sara?" it was Grissom, just as she'd suspected. Time to test a theory, she thought to herself.

"Yeah, it's me," she answered, picking up articles of clothing that were scattered around the room and pulling them on.

"There have been some new instalments on that hit-and-run case, so I was wondering if-" Grissom started.Sara interrupted him.

"Isn't Sophia working on that case too? It's my day off, in case you forgot."

"Sophia's out of town. I'm sorry to have to pull you in like this," he said. Sara moved the phone slightly away from her mouth.

"Hey Jake," she muttered, just loud enough for Grissom to hear, "pass me my shirt." He handed it over and she pulled it on.

"Uh…who's Jake? Is he the one who answered your phone?" Grissom asked. Sara laughed inwardly. Grissom actually sounded jealous.

You really do have feelings for me, don't you? Sara thought, you bury them deep inside but they're still there, and you can't hide them forever. This is going to be more entertaining than I imagined.

"That's not really any of your business, is it?" she told him.

You live such a controlled life, Grissom, She thought to herself, that's what you really value, control. You'll lose out on laughter and love just so you can keep control of your life. That's why you never had the courage to go out with me, isn't it? You didn't think you could control me, and that scared you.

"I'll be there in about an hour, okay?" she said.

"An hour?"

"Well, yeah. I need to go back to my place to grab a shower and a change of clothes," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Um…of course, see you in an hour," Grissom said, sounding slightly shaken. Sara smiled. Just wait, Grissom, she thought to herself, I'll show you how out-of-control I can be!

TBC