a/n: okay, so let me apologize for taking so long to update. i got grounded. i'll try to keep my big mouth shut from now on. secondly, i have good news and bad news. good news is that i'm going to get high school credit for writing this. bad news, because of that i can't have anyone edit it. enjoy, and once again i'm sorry for telling my mom that i didn't have a chip on my shoulder.

Sara's POV:

I carefully walked through the house with my gun at ready until I found a phone in the living room. I picked it up, dialed 911, and sat it on the couch, letting it ring while I searched the rest of the place. No one else was there, but I did discover my Denali in the garage with my Nevada plates replaced with ones from Arizona. Sirens started to go off in the distance, so I headed back to get Caleigh.

"Police are coming, Kirkland," I said, somewhat cheerfully.

"Cool," she replied, from her perch on the back of one of our kidnappers. I looked both of them in the dim light coming from the hallway.

"What did you tie him up with?" I asked, noting that his feet and hands were both restrained.

"My shoelaces. I did it just in case he woke up while you were off on your adventure." I laughed. The sirens were now coming from the front of the house.

"Let's go meet the police," I motioned for her to follow me.

"What about this waste of space," she said pointing to the unconscious kidnapper.

"We'll let the cops handle him," I answered.

"You know," Caleigh remarked as we made our way to the front door, "we still don't know where we are."

Caleigh's POV:

After Warrick processed me for evidence I went to the break room. The second I entered, Lucy had me encased in the biggest bear hug ever.

"Calm down, Luce. I just survived a kidnapping, it would be embarrassing to be hugged to death now," I said, trying to hold back my laughter.

"Sorry, but I was so worried. When I heard that you and Sara were missing, I almost went berserk!" she exclaimed.

"Almost? Lucy, you were going crazy," interjected Catherine from the doorway. I couldn't help but laugh. "Where's Sara?" Cath asked.

"The hospital, they wanted to keep her overnight because of her head injury," I replied.

"Just promise me one thing, Caleigh," Lucy cut in.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Next time you and Sara decide to take off to Laughlin, bring me along." I laughed again.

"Come on girls, let's get you home," Catherine said between laughs.

"Actually, I'm going to catch a bus and head over to the hospital, if that's okay with you," I responded.

"I'll come with you," Lucy stated

"I kind of want to go over by myself. I'll call you later." With that, I left Catherine and Lucy standing in the break room.

Quietly I walked into Sara's hospital room. Her forehead had been stitched up, and she was reading a forensics journal.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked me.

"I just wanted to check up on you, see if you were going crazy yet," I replied.

"You should go back to the apartment and get some sleep," Sara noted. "You have the key I gave you, right?"

"Yeah, I do, and I'll head over there in a little bit," I responded. "By the way, Brass wanted me to let you know that he chewed out the cops who were supposed to clear the scene."

"I wish I could have been there. I would have had a few choice words to say," she said, half laughing.

I stayed and visited with her for a little while before she forced me to leave to get some sleep.

On the way out of the hospital I found a payphone so I could call Lucy liked I had promised. On the third ring, someone picked up.

"Hello," came Brooke's groggy voice. I quickly hung up. Right now, Brooke was the last person I wanted to talk to.

I had been given the night off, and without someone else around, I was growing bored. Visiting hours at the hospital were over, so I couldn't see Sara. Lucy had offered to take the night off to keep me company when I had called her again, but I had refused.

"I'm fine, really. Not a scratch," I insisted.

"Well you might need someone there in case you start having the dream," Lucy shot back.

"I've already slept. I didn't have it," I lied.

"Alright, but I'm canceling my date with Greg tomorrow so that we can spend some time together," she stated.

"Don't do that. You really like him. Go on your date and have some fun," I commanded.

"You're right, I do really like him, and if he likes me than he'll understand that right now, my friend comes first," she replied softly.

Now I wished that I had let her take the night off. I was starting to fall back asleep, and fear that I would dream of the day my brother was killed hung over me like a rain cloud about to burst. I couldn't avoid sleep, and that meant that for tonight, I couldn't avoid having the dream again. Slowly I nodded off.