a/n: sorry it took so long to update. i had an anatomy, math, and history final followed by the SATs.

A month into the internship and things continued going downhill. And if that wasn't bad enough, it took a turn for the worse when I discovered a note on the door of our apartment:

'Caleigh, we need to talk. Sara.'

Immediately, I knew that she wanted to discuss the events of the day before when her car had been egged while she slept. Naturally, she would blame it on her mortal enemy, me, but in actuality I had nothing to do with it. I had even been nice and offered to help her clean it up. Sara's response was, "You could have saved yourself the trouble and not have egged it in the first place."

I wanted to take her down right then and there, but in all the time I had spent with her I had learned the value of self-control.

I checked the time on my watch and smiled with satisfaction. Sara had worked a double. She would now be in her bed sleeping. I suppressed an evil laugh before walking the two steps to her apartment. If Miss Sidle wanted to talk, then by golly we would talk.

"Sara! Sara, I'm ready to talk now! Sara!" I yelled, while banging on her door as loud as humanly possible. "Sare Bear! Come on, you said you wanted to talk! Saraaaaaaa!" When it was evident that she wasn't going to answer the door, I turned away and went to my room. I wasn't satisfied yet.

It was unlucky that Brooke and Lucy weren't there to stop me from what I did next. My aunt had sent me money to buy a stereo, since she was convinced that I couldn't live without one. It was this stereo that I used to torture the sleeping Sara Sidle. I pushed the speakers against the wall I shared with her bedroom and turned it on almost full blast.

So you think you can see inside my mind

You probably could if you just took a little time

I know exactly what you're trying to say

Sitting in the stands ain't the same

As playing the game

So I can't comprehend in my mind

Just why we can't leave it all behind

By this time I started to hear banging on the wall. It just fuelled my desire for childish revenge even more.

You can't bring me down

Do you hear what I'm trying to say

You can't bring me down

I'll never turn the other way

You can't bring me down

What is it you're trying to say

You can't bring me down

It's not like I'm running away

I spent the whole night at the lab trying to avoid being alone with Sara. I guess it was pretty obvious too, what with a hundred bathroom breaks and all, but I didn't care. The tired look on her face let me know that my stupid plan had succeeded. Oddly enough, I didn't have the same satisfaction that I had earlier. I felt kind of bad. That feeling wore off pretty quickly, though.

"Kirkland, we're going to a robbery. Hurry up!" called Sara.

I fearfully followed her, convinced that real soon CSI would be investigating the murder of an internship gone wrong.