Title- Her Kind Of Town

Author- garrettelliot

Disclaimer- Boy, Kring just doesn't share. I am only in it for the fun.

A/N- Some folks asked me to slow it down, so here goes. This is a rewrite with more chapters and a few changes. Hope you like it.

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After a quick dinner of takeout, Sarah unpacked the last few boxes from her move and found herself with hours to kill before bed. She picked up the phone and dialed her old college roommate in Baton Rouge.

"Hello?" Her friend answered.

"God, Wren you're as pathetic as I am, answering on the first ring." Sarah laughed. "Waiting for Mr. Right to call or just bored?"

"I'll settle for Mr. Right Now." Wren quipped. "Sass, it is so good to hear your voice. How are Boston and the job?"

"Boston is good, very not Memphis, but good. As for the job. Well let's see, I dumped coffee on my new boss and made a pass at him. Other than that, great." Sarah said. "And how was your day, dear?"

"Sarah! How do you manage to have a career?" Wren laughed.

"Hey, I didn't know he was my boss at the time. I bumped into him at Starbucks, literally. So here is this hot looking guy wearing a large coffee, and you know how I am when I'm nervous and…"

"And suddenly you're saying most of what you're thinking." Wren finished Sarah's sentence, laughing. "God, I wish I'd been there. What did you say out loud?"

"Well let's see, I commented on how great his voice was and how hot he looked and how I liked a sense of humor in a man I intend to sleep with." Sarah confessed.

"You never cease to amuse, Sass." Wren chuckled. "So, he's hot?"

"Think Jose Ferrer with more hair and a voice like our freshman lit professor. Oh and he likes Python." Sarah said.

"Not two Python fans, Boston may never survive." Wren teased. "Sounds like you've got it bad for the new boss."

"Oh yeah, he makes me think of roaring fires, wine and the economy size box of condoms." Sarah deadpanned. "I so have to get you to Boston, any chance of a vacation?"

"Well we don't have anything major going right now, but I've only got six more months on my grant here. Then I'll be jobless again."

"Like you have to worry about money, Miss Trust Fund." Sarah joked.

"Seriously, any prospects?"

"Well, I thought I might go freelance, not many places can afford a fulltime expert in forensic anthropology." Wren said.

"Expert, huh? Faint praise indeed. You know damn well you're the second best in the field and when old Dominguez retires you'll be the best. Sterling would have snatched you up in a minute when you worked that case with us, but the county couldn't meet your price. You ain't cheap, honey-pie." Sarah laughed.

"No but I can be had." Wren fired back.

"Regular lil' ole sweet 'tart' of Sigma Chi, that's you." Sarah loved how just a few words with Wren could pull her right back to her old self.

"This from the girl voted 'most likely to' by the Greek counsel." Wren gasped out laughing. "It's so good to hear old Sassy Sarah again. Welcome back to life, sugarplum." Wren turned serious. "I didn't know if we'd get you back after what Harrison put you through." Wren could almost hear Sarah shudder at the mention of her soon to be ex. "If you need me, Sass, yell. I can hop a plane anytime."

"It's getting better, Wren, really. I haven't had a nightmare or a panic attack since I came to Boston. Of course I haven't seen or spoken to Harrison since the move either. But the nightmares had almost ended before I moved."

"When's it final?" Wren asked. She wasn't going to rest easy about Sarah until she was legally no longer attached to Matthews. She'd never trusted him, even before Sarah finally told her what had been going on.

"Well, his lawyer is tap dancing all over the place, but the law says two years contested or not, so only eight more weeks to go." Sarah answered.

"I may have to fly up and help you celebrate, if we don't get a big case in at the FACES lab." Wren knew Sarah wasn't looking forward to admitting her marriage had failed, no matter the circumstances.

"Come on up, maybe I can convince you to free lance out of Boston. This place is a little stuffy around the edges, it could use some more Southern exposure." Sarah tried to keep the longing out of her voice, but Wren had known her since they were teenagers.

"I miss you to, Sass. You know maybe that's not a bad idea. Wanta go house hunting with me when I come up?"

"Sounds like a plan." Sarah yawned. "I think I'll go take a hot bath and go to bed. Call me over the weekend, Wren."

"What, ME's don't take calls up there in Yankee land?" Wren teased.

"Sure we do, but only after we're released to work scenes on our own. Then it's twenty-four, seven. No rest for the wicked, you know." Sarah joked.

"Then neither of us will ever sleep." Wren said.

"Ain't that just the truth, sugah?" Sarah drawled. "Talk to you Saturday or Sunday. 'Night Wren."

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