Title: Goodbye life

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

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Sara's neighbor Beth nervously knocked on the door, wondering what was going on in Sara's apartment. She had heard a gun shot earlier, but figured it was just some program Sara was watching. They could occasionally hear each others TV's and music.

Grabbing the dust rag from the table she went back to her housework, tired from cleaning she had just fixed herself a cold drink. That's when she heard it, Sara's dog Ben barking and whining. This was the first time, she had ever heard the dog he was normally quiet and something just did not feel right.

Thinking back Beth remembered that she had not seen Sara out walking Ben at her normal time. She had gone to take the trash out expecting to see Sara, when she hadn't she figured Sara was still at work. Beth was aware of the crazy hours she kept, she had seen her on more than one occasion leaving very late.

But now Beth wondered if what she had heard wasn't something more. She walked up to Sara's door putting her ear up to it, she didn't even hear the TV. A worried Beth knocked loudly on Sara's door, when she got no answer she put her hand on the knob. She was going to just check and see if it was unlocked, she took her hand way quickly when another thought entered her mind. What if Sara was just asleep, but what if something was terrible wrong. She pounded on the door with urgency, after once again getting no answer she made a decision.

She sighed and hurried back to her own place, picking up the phone. She said a silent prayer and dialed 911. The phone rang for a couple of seconds before the operator answered her call.

"911 what is your emergency?" The operator asked. "I think there is something wrong with my neighbor." Beth's words were almost incoherent. "Her dog has been barking and whining, and earlier I heard a gun shot she won't answer her door." There was panic was rising in Beth's voice.

"Okay madam I will send an officer over right away, please don't enter the residence until the office has checked it out."

Waiting for the cops to show up, seemed lik forever, but it was only five minutes before an officer showed up outside the apartment complex. Explaining in detail what she had heard, the officer assured her he would check on Sara. He told her to wait inside her apartment.

Once the cop made sure Beth was safe, he knocked on Sara's door where he received no answer. The officer knocked again and once again receiving no answer. He checked the door knob to see if it was locked and it was.

Unsure of the situation inside he called for back up; when everyone was in place he forced the door open. Once inside he walked through the apartment with his gun drawn, slowly making his way from the living room to the kitchen. Seeing no sign of anyone or trouble, he slowly made his way down the hallway coming to the bathroom it to was empty.

That's when he noticed the puppy sitting outside the bedroom door. Opening the bedroom door slowly, his gun still drawn, he looked around the room. Everything seemed to be in place, and that's when he noticed Sara's still body laying on the bed. Her gun still in her hand beside her body. He reached down feeling for pulse, when he got none he walked back out shutting the door behind him. He reaches down and picked up the puppy holding it close and walked outside. He made the call to dispatch, letting them know that they would need CSI and the coroner.

Grissom walked into the break room, his eyes scanned around the room. His fell when he saw Sara wasn't present, she was always on time. Normally early, and that's if she had not been there all night. He was starting to worry she hadn't called in sick, and it wasn't like her to just not to show up. But then again she hadn't exactly been acting like her self lately.

"Anyone seen Sara this evening." Grissom asked the others who sitting around the table in the break room.

"No, I figured she was already working on something, maybe she is just running late." Nick answered his eyes not leaving the video game he was playing. The others just shook their heads no, indicating they hadn't seen the missing CSI.

"Alright, lets get started, we have a busy night." Grissom started handing out assignment slips.

"Catherine and Warrick you have a DB at 214 Causeway Dr." Grissom read off the assignments just like any other night. Something about that address didn't sit right with him, but he continued on. "Nick you and I have a double murder at the Tangers." Everyone said their goodbyes and headed out.

Catherine and Warrick walked up to Brass, standing just outside the front door. He had had just gotten there himself, he had been at another crime scene.

"Well lookie here, if it isn't the dynamic duel." Brass teased Catherine and Warrick.

"So, what do we have here? Murder? Suicide?" asked Catherine, she ready to get started. "Has Doc been called yet?"

"Well, it looks like suicide cut and dry, but you never know. Anyway the officer said it's pretty nasty in there. She was shot once in the head he thought the lots of blood. The neighbor call 911, I will talk to her again. Said she heard the dog crying and barking, and that heard a single gunshot earlier in the evening but thought nothing of it. The victim is in the bedroom no id yet. Officer Jamison is in the car with the dog, he was the one who found the poor soul. He just walked in and straight out, bringing the puppy with him." Brass quickly looked through his notes before letting the CSI's go in.

"Wow, thanks Brass. Let go Warrick." With that Catherine spins on her heels, picking up her sliver case and left with Warrick closely behind her.

Something about this apartment felt strange, but she could put her finger on it. Catherine felt that she has been here before; maybe it was just a different crime scene one in the past.

Looking around the apartment she could tell who ever lived here wasn't here much. The TV and furniture was dusty, she also noticed that there weren't a lot of pictures in the house. Making her way to the bedroom, that strange feeling from before made its way back into her stomach. The closer she got to the bedroom door, that nagging feeling took over again.

She doesn't even know why but she gripped hold of Warrick hand, opening the bedroom door, she let go and slowly walked into the room. It was dark, who every this was didn't want anyone to see. She took a good look around, before snapping on some gloves. Picking up the gun beside the body, she noticed it was a department issue 9mm. Slowly she moved some of the body's hair out of her face and that's when she saw who it was.

Catherine stared at the face lying on the bed, she couldn't believe what she saw. It all rushed back to her, it was her co-worker place. Rubbing her eyes, she did a double take, it was really her.

"Oh god, no, " Catherine let out a scream "No, Sara! No!"

That's when Warrick knew that this became not only a crime scene but a fallen friend.