AN: And here is the next instalment. Enjoy:)
Over the next few weeks, things fell into a pattern. When Sara got home from work, she would make breakfast, pancakes, eggs, or pop tarts depending on what was in the fridge. She, Tony and Lena would eat mostly in silence. After their breakfast, Lena would either go back to her apartment or stay and watch whatever movie Tony had picked out. Already Sara had watched Finding Nemo more times then she really wanted to count. After that, or sometimes instead of that, Sara would take Tony to the park. The police detail would follow them, but not to closely. Then Sara and Tony would hang around the apartment until they fell asleep. Then Sara would wake up, make "dinner" before work and the day would start all over again.
After a month Tony had added maybe one or two sentences to his spoken vocabulary. Sara didn't really keep track. She didn't mind if the little boy never talked. They had another few appointments with a shrink. The shrink called in "selective muteism" Yet another thing Sara could have told him for herself. The little boy seemed to enjoy his walks in the park and the movies, but he didn't make it obvious. He still hasn't smiled and showed little on his face except fear or a completely blank look. But Sara didn't mind this either. The shrinks seemed worried but Sara wasn't. She understood Tony better then they did, because she lived through it before.
Tony's mother's case had been put on temporary hold. They were waiting until they actually found their only suspect. Sara was happy to be back at the lab, back working cases, following the evidence. She really had missed it.
About 2 weeks after coming back to the lab, Greg had started coming to see Tony after work. That was what he said anyway. Sara liked to think otherwise, wether or not it was true. She liked it when Greg came over. Tony really seemed to like the young man. Greg was the only person that Tony would invite to help him with his puzzle. He would even let Sara help him. It was the only thing Greg had on her. And it made Sara a little jelous.
Over the next month after Sara went back to work, both her and Tony's nightmares became to wane. They became less and less and eventually both of them could sleep with out the nightmares haunting their sleep. Nothing out of the ordinary happened and Brass finally decided to pull the protective detail from the apartment building.
Exactly 1 month and 3 days after Sara had returned, she came home like any other day. She, Lena and Tony had toast a eggs. Sara was particularly tired and went to bed almost immediately. Tony did as well, but Sara could tell he was a bit edgy tonight. She asked if anything was bothering him. Predictably, he remained completely silent.
A knock woke her. She sat up and waited, listing for another knock. It came, and this one woke up Tony. He seemed very frightened and rolled out of bed to get to Sara. Sara looked at the clock next to her bed. It was noon. Lena had told her earlier that she wasn't going to be home much today. and everyone else on Sara's floor was at work. She prayed it was Greg but somehow she doubted it.
Tony grabbed her hand and Sara walked to the door. She looked through the peep hole. It wasn't Greg, it was Dirchy.
'Brilliant' she thought. 'He was probably waiting for the protective detail to be pulled.'
She was thinking fast. There was no one left on this floor, and this time, Dirchy had the mind to bring a gun. Tony sqeezed her hand tighter. He knew who was at the door, Sara could tell. She turned to him and crouched down.
"Tony," she said speaking very fast. She knew nothing was going to stop Dirchy from ramming the door in this time. "Listen to me. Go to the bathroom. Shut the door but don't lock it. I will be right there."
Tony nodded, the fear in his eyes very obvious, and took off down the hall. A banging echoed around the apartment. Just as she had thought, Dirchy was trying to ram the door down. If he thought to kick it, instead of run into, Sara had no doubt the door would be ripped off it's hinges.
Sara managed to get her gun and walked back to the door when it burst in. Sara was thrown back at least three feet and dropped her weapon. She didn't even look up at Dirchy but reached for her dropped gun. Sara heard a gunshot and felt a horrible pain in her left arm. She didn't need to look to know what happened. Her brain was processing everything at high speed. She scrambled to her feet and started running, leaving the gun behind. Blood was pouring from her left arm.
She ran to her bedroom and shut and locked the door. Working as quick as she could with only one arm, Sara pushed her dresser over the door. At least that would give him a little trouble. She then ran to the bathroom where Tony was waiting with round eyes. She locked this door too. Knowing she already lost a good amount of blood, Sara looked frantically around her medicine cabinet for bandages. She found a roll of gauze and quickly used that, so at least she wouldn't die of blood loss. Not that that would matter if Dirchy put a couple bullets in her skull.
The pounding got louder and Sara's head was starting to shut down. She was looking for options. The only way out of this little room was a small window she could never open. She tried again. She heard Dirchy break through the first door. All reason abandoned her. She punched the window, causing it to crack. She punched it again. This time the window broke and her hand was cut up very badly. Not bothering to clear the glass, Sara helped Tony out the window. A few cuts were better then the alternitive. Dirchy was coming close to breaking down the bathroom dor. Sara squeezed herself through the window, not something she would be able to do in normal circumstance.
She fell onto the fire escape and got up. The adrenalin in her system was combating the blood loss. She picked up the little boy and half jumped, half ran, down the fire escape. She got to the bottom and heard another shot. She saw the bullet impact the street only a foot from her. She didn't bother looking up. She ran. She ran as fast as her feet would carry her. Tony was still clinging tightly to her and she made sure she didn't stop the little boy.
Sara's bare feet impacted the rough ground. Each step further bruised and bloodied her feet. She had no idea where she was going. She wasn't running to any specific place, just running away. She was getting slower. The blood loss was making her dizzy and causing the edges of her vision to blur and darken. She almost couldn't feel Tony on her back anymore. She stopped, she couldn't run anymore. She felt her legs buckle and she felt herself fall. Her vision went completely black. She passed out before she hit the ground.