Author's note: Hola everyone! Wow, this story has definitely taken a different turn then I originally hoped it would. I like this new direction anyway! Thanks for all the great reviews, you guys all rock! Oh and the song briefly mentioned is "Insensible" my Mandalay. Great song, if you ever get the chance to hear it!
Dedication: My friends said they want me to dedicate my chapters to random people in our little group, so I said ok. This chapter is dedicated to my best bud Amy G. who, sadly, left for vacation this week and said she wouldn't bring me back a souvenir. :( I am sad, but nice enough to dedicate this one to her! Love ya Amo!!
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Sara was tired. Tired of being degraded, tired of being knocked down a peg every time she talked to him, and the lack of sleep didn't help much either. She was living in a world where everyday a little more life was drained from her already worn body, and she didn't know how much more she could take.
"If it were anyone else I wouldn't have to worry about them going home and losing it…"
That line had really stuck in her mind. Sara knew that when she worked rape cases she could get emotional… but was it really that bad? There had been a few times when Sara had briefly considered ending it all, letting go of all the pain in one quick flick of the wrist, letting the cold metal of a razor end her pain. In the end, though, logic saved her, and she always knew that something like that would never happen. She could never take her own life; she'd never know what she would miss if she did.
Instead, she drove down the long and lonely stretch of highway just north of Las Vegas. It was up here that the area opened up and allowed you to see the vast beauty that was rarely seen outside the bright lights and hustle of the city. It was calming, peaceful. Sara traveled this road when her mind just needed to be cleared. Tonight was one of those times.
Sara held back her tears as she let her mind wander to a time when she and Grissom were able to work out their problems like civilized people, instead of ripping each others heads off like they did nowadays. There had been a time when he had trusted her judgment, hell, even cared about her. There was even a time when they had been friends but… Sara sighed. She was starting to wonder if things would ever be like that again.
She stifled a yawn as she shifted her eyes down to look at the speedometer. The needle hovered over 85. Sara smiled as her eyes focused on the road again. But it was hard to focus. The gentle hum of the tires against the smooth, rarely traveled road echoed in her ears and the light from the moon shone down onto the desert ground, covering it in a soft blanket of misty light. The cool air that blew in from her open window whispered against her face and she reveled in its feel.
'I should pull over,' Sara thought.
Up ahead, Sara saw the bright sign that advertised at hotel about thirty minutes away. She nodded to herself, and decided that she could make it there. She could stay awake, right?
She turned on the radio, and flipped through a couple of stations before settling on one with a slow song.
'Its better then that heavy metal crap the rest of the stations are playing,' she thought.
She listened to the song as it played quietly through the car. She had heard this song before, but it had been a while ago, and she knew that she was catching it in the middle of the lyrics, but she listened anyway. She let the words echo through her head, listening carefully to what they said.
"I wouldn't be here
If you could have said no
I wouldn't have come here
If ever I had known"
If she had known that coming to Vegas would have ended up like this, she wouldn't have come at all. If only she could have seen this coming. If Grissom just could have left it up to his own team or someone in dayshift… she would still be in 'Frisco. She might even have a life. She chuckled at the last thought, and then listened to the song again.
"It's like I hardly see the sky some days
It's like you hardly said a word
It's like I hardly see the sky some days
And I'd do better if I turned my head
Knowing you did"
Sara sighed. She should just walk away from him. He had given up on her, so why shouldn't she do the same to him? But sometimes she could let how she still felt for him get in the way of her better judgment, and she allowed herself to stay. Maybe not the smartest thing, but someday she would know better.
The song's melody continued to play, and as it did, Sara could feel her eyes getting heavier. Her head fell to her chest and her eyes closed.
"Only a few seconds…," she mumbled.
But what happened next only took a few seconds. Her eyes snapped open when she heard the semi's horn blaring, cutting through the foggy haze of her brain as the truck careened towards her.
"Oh my god!" Sara screamed as she swerved back onto her side of the road.
But she had spun the wheel too far. The car went spinning off the road, and her tire caught the dirt on the side of the road, flipping the car in midair over the small ditch and into the desert beyond it. The car smashed to the ground, rolling a few more times before coming to a stop on its side. Everything was still, except for the dust and smoke catching up with the totaled vehicle.
Sara tried to open her battered eyes, but she had no strength left in her shattered body. She tried to move her arm, but she could only moan in agony as pain shot through her arm, followed by the trickle of blood. She wanted to open her eyes, she need to see what was hurt, but before long her whole body was on fire with excoriating pain and she let the darkness behind her eyes take her into unconsciousness.
Her body went limp as the driver of the semi ran up to her car.
"Oh god! I'm getting help!" he yelled as pulled out his cell phone and quickly punched in 9-1-1.
"Help will be here soon!" he said as he waited for dispatch to answer, but he wasn't sure it would be soon enough as he looked down at the mess that used to be a car, and the female still trapped inside.
TBC
Dedication: My friends said they want me to dedicate my chapters to random people in our little group, so I said ok. This chapter is dedicated to my best bud Amy G. who, sadly, left for vacation this week and said she wouldn't bring me back a souvenir. :( I am sad, but nice enough to dedicate this one to her! Love ya Amo!!
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Sara was tired. Tired of being degraded, tired of being knocked down a peg every time she talked to him, and the lack of sleep didn't help much either. She was living in a world where everyday a little more life was drained from her already worn body, and she didn't know how much more she could take.
"If it were anyone else I wouldn't have to worry about them going home and losing it…"
That line had really stuck in her mind. Sara knew that when she worked rape cases she could get emotional… but was it really that bad? There had been a few times when Sara had briefly considered ending it all, letting go of all the pain in one quick flick of the wrist, letting the cold metal of a razor end her pain. In the end, though, logic saved her, and she always knew that something like that would never happen. She could never take her own life; she'd never know what she would miss if she did.
Instead, she drove down the long and lonely stretch of highway just north of Las Vegas. It was up here that the area opened up and allowed you to see the vast beauty that was rarely seen outside the bright lights and hustle of the city. It was calming, peaceful. Sara traveled this road when her mind just needed to be cleared. Tonight was one of those times.
Sara held back her tears as she let her mind wander to a time when she and Grissom were able to work out their problems like civilized people, instead of ripping each others heads off like they did nowadays. There had been a time when he had trusted her judgment, hell, even cared about her. There was even a time when they had been friends but… Sara sighed. She was starting to wonder if things would ever be like that again.
She stifled a yawn as she shifted her eyes down to look at the speedometer. The needle hovered over 85. Sara smiled as her eyes focused on the road again. But it was hard to focus. The gentle hum of the tires against the smooth, rarely traveled road echoed in her ears and the light from the moon shone down onto the desert ground, covering it in a soft blanket of misty light. The cool air that blew in from her open window whispered against her face and she reveled in its feel.
'I should pull over,' Sara thought.
Up ahead, Sara saw the bright sign that advertised at hotel about thirty minutes away. She nodded to herself, and decided that she could make it there. She could stay awake, right?
She turned on the radio, and flipped through a couple of stations before settling on one with a slow song.
'Its better then that heavy metal crap the rest of the stations are playing,' she thought.
She listened to the song as it played quietly through the car. She had heard this song before, but it had been a while ago, and she knew that she was catching it in the middle of the lyrics, but she listened anyway. She let the words echo through her head, listening carefully to what they said.
"I wouldn't be here
If you could have said no
I wouldn't have come here
If ever I had known"
If she had known that coming to Vegas would have ended up like this, she wouldn't have come at all. If only she could have seen this coming. If Grissom just could have left it up to his own team or someone in dayshift… she would still be in 'Frisco. She might even have a life. She chuckled at the last thought, and then listened to the song again.
"It's like I hardly see the sky some days
It's like you hardly said a word
It's like I hardly see the sky some days
And I'd do better if I turned my head
Knowing you did"
Sara sighed. She should just walk away from him. He had given up on her, so why shouldn't she do the same to him? But sometimes she could let how she still felt for him get in the way of her better judgment, and she allowed herself to stay. Maybe not the smartest thing, but someday she would know better.
The song's melody continued to play, and as it did, Sara could feel her eyes getting heavier. Her head fell to her chest and her eyes closed.
"Only a few seconds…," she mumbled.
But what happened next only took a few seconds. Her eyes snapped open when she heard the semi's horn blaring, cutting through the foggy haze of her brain as the truck careened towards her.
"Oh my god!" Sara screamed as she swerved back onto her side of the road.
But she had spun the wheel too far. The car went spinning off the road, and her tire caught the dirt on the side of the road, flipping the car in midair over the small ditch and into the desert beyond it. The car smashed to the ground, rolling a few more times before coming to a stop on its side. Everything was still, except for the dust and smoke catching up with the totaled vehicle.
Sara tried to open her battered eyes, but she had no strength left in her shattered body. She tried to move her arm, but she could only moan in agony as pain shot through her arm, followed by the trickle of blood. She wanted to open her eyes, she need to see what was hurt, but before long her whole body was on fire with excoriating pain and she let the darkness behind her eyes take her into unconsciousness.
Her body went limp as the driver of the semi ran up to her car.
"Oh god! I'm getting help!" he yelled as pulled out his cell phone and quickly punched in 9-1-1.
"Help will be here soon!" he said as he waited for dispatch to answer, but he wasn't sure it would be soon enough as he looked down at the mess that used to be a car, and the female still trapped inside.
TBC