Disclaimer: Characters belong to whoever it is owns CSI, not to be. I'm just borrowing them.
Authors note: Cool. People like this. I said I'd update when I got at least 5 reviews, so here I am updating. Sorry it wasn't sooner, I've been busy.
Two weeks later: Okay, still haven't finished this chapter, sorry! I was dragged to the beach by my parents. That might sound kinda weird, but I was without computer, let alone internet connection. It's practically torture for me!
Oh, and to the person who said they'd been doing a similar story with Lockwood as the main, you've given me very scary images in my mind, of Lockwood trying to pole-dance :)
CHAPTER 2
Sara jolted upright, choking down a scream. The nightmares were there again, and worse than ever. At this rate she was going to be falling asleep on shift again. And that was not a good thing, as Catherine was keeping a pretty close eye on her, and kept asking if she was all right. She wasn't, but she kept assuring Catherine that she was fine. It was easier that way.
She had managed to sleep okay the past few nights, mainly because she was so exhausted that the dreams didn't come. Unfortunately, she had caught up on enough sleep for that option to go away. So, although she had fallen into bed this morning, it was only 3 hours later, and she doubted she was going to get to sleep again. She couldn't close her eyes for fear of seeing their faces.
Even now, wide-awake, flashes of them kept popping into her mind. Maybe Catherine was right. Maybe she did need something to get her mind off the job. At this point she was prepared to try anything. Even Catherine's suggestion. She just couldn't imagine herself pole- dancing, but then again, before she had been told, she had never guessed what it was that Catherine had done before joining CSI. She hadn't picked Catherine to be the sort to pole- dance, yet that was how her friend had made a living.
Sara couldn't think of any reason why she shouldn't give it a try. It was a hobby, and it had the added bonus that it would be a friend teaching, not a total stranger. It wasn't something she had to do forever after all, just until these nightmares stopped. And if she didn't like it, she could always try something else. And if she did like it, who knew what would come of it? It couldn't do any harm.
She nodded to herself. She would give it a go. She'd tell Catherine tonight. That would be fun. Catherine surely hadn't truly expected her to take up the offer. The look on her face would probably be priceless. Doing this would be worth it, just to see that look.
Sara groaned. She was so tired, yet even the thought of closing her eyes terrified her. She just couldn't face seeing the victims of her cases. So many victims, so many faces. Why were they haunting her? She had never had this problem before, not in the years she had been a CSI.
It had begun after the lab explosion, and then they had worsened after the unexpected death of Detective Lockwood. That much she knew. Perhaps it had been the position of seeing Greg in the hospital afterwards, and the fact that it had been someone she knew who now lay dead. Each victim was bad, but to know that someone you knew would never again be there, that was frightening. She could feel to some degree what the victim's family must go through, all that pain. She could hardly bear it.
But she knew that it could not affect her job, which she loved, and had loved ever since she had first taken it. Part of the job, and a part she found very important, was giving the victim's families closure, telling them who had taken their loved ones away from them. For her to stop wanting to do that, just because of these nightmares, would be a personal horror. The victims would haunt her even more, faceless though they would be. She would know that she could be out helping solve these crimes. To be able to, but not be doing it, that would weigh on her, hurt her more than these phantoms possibly could.
Sara wondered at these thoughts that were going through her head. They were things that had never occurred to her before, or at least, not consciously. However, her subconscious did seem to be showing itself rather a lot recently. What was one more thing?
She sighed. Lying here thinking about it wasn't accomplishing anything. Since she couldn't sleep, she may as well get up and try to find something to use up the time until tonight. Maybe if it was something tiring enough, she would just knock herself out. If that didn't work, she was seriously considering drugs. Anything to help her sleep.
She rolled out of bed and wandered into her living room. There wasn't really anything for her to do. She'd tried cleaning the last time the nightmares had woken her up so early. She really hadn't done anything to undo that work, so nothing new for tonight. Damn. Cleaning had been her first thought. Boring, but energetic. Easy way to get to sleep, and you had the choice of two options: boredom or exhaustion.
Sara looked around. What was there that she could do? All that was in here was her old family photos, and a few more recent ones of her and her co-workers, when they weren't working. Well, it was either that, or watch TV, and she knew from experience, there was nothing good on at this time. Most of the population was at work, asleep, or taking part in one of the many pass times people came to Las Vegas for. So it was filler television for all those who weren't.
She decided on the photos. Maybe the good memories that were portrayed in them could help wipe out her nightmares. Replace them in her mind. Doubtful, but it was worth a try, and there was nothing else to do. She couldn't even see if anyone needed help at the lab, or not for hours anyway. Ecklie would go crazy if one of the Graveyard shift workers turned up while he was there. He'd say she was meddling or something of the sort.
She picked an album at random and settled down on the couch. Anything was worth a try to get rid of these nightmares. Even pole-dancing.
Authors note: Okay, I finally finished this chapter. I hope you enjoy it. This time, I'm not going to update until I have at least fifteen reviews. More would be nice, and as I'm working on several stories, I'm more or less operating on a more reviews, quicker update policy at the moment.
Authors note: Cool. People like this. I said I'd update when I got at least 5 reviews, so here I am updating. Sorry it wasn't sooner, I've been busy.
Two weeks later: Okay, still haven't finished this chapter, sorry! I was dragged to the beach by my parents. That might sound kinda weird, but I was without computer, let alone internet connection. It's practically torture for me!
Oh, and to the person who said they'd been doing a similar story with Lockwood as the main, you've given me very scary images in my mind, of Lockwood trying to pole-dance :)
CHAPTER 2
Sara jolted upright, choking down a scream. The nightmares were there again, and worse than ever. At this rate she was going to be falling asleep on shift again. And that was not a good thing, as Catherine was keeping a pretty close eye on her, and kept asking if she was all right. She wasn't, but she kept assuring Catherine that she was fine. It was easier that way.
She had managed to sleep okay the past few nights, mainly because she was so exhausted that the dreams didn't come. Unfortunately, she had caught up on enough sleep for that option to go away. So, although she had fallen into bed this morning, it was only 3 hours later, and she doubted she was going to get to sleep again. She couldn't close her eyes for fear of seeing their faces.
Even now, wide-awake, flashes of them kept popping into her mind. Maybe Catherine was right. Maybe she did need something to get her mind off the job. At this point she was prepared to try anything. Even Catherine's suggestion. She just couldn't imagine herself pole- dancing, but then again, before she had been told, she had never guessed what it was that Catherine had done before joining CSI. She hadn't picked Catherine to be the sort to pole- dance, yet that was how her friend had made a living.
Sara couldn't think of any reason why she shouldn't give it a try. It was a hobby, and it had the added bonus that it would be a friend teaching, not a total stranger. It wasn't something she had to do forever after all, just until these nightmares stopped. And if she didn't like it, she could always try something else. And if she did like it, who knew what would come of it? It couldn't do any harm.
She nodded to herself. She would give it a go. She'd tell Catherine tonight. That would be fun. Catherine surely hadn't truly expected her to take up the offer. The look on her face would probably be priceless. Doing this would be worth it, just to see that look.
Sara groaned. She was so tired, yet even the thought of closing her eyes terrified her. She just couldn't face seeing the victims of her cases. So many victims, so many faces. Why were they haunting her? She had never had this problem before, not in the years she had been a CSI.
It had begun after the lab explosion, and then they had worsened after the unexpected death of Detective Lockwood. That much she knew. Perhaps it had been the position of seeing Greg in the hospital afterwards, and the fact that it had been someone she knew who now lay dead. Each victim was bad, but to know that someone you knew would never again be there, that was frightening. She could feel to some degree what the victim's family must go through, all that pain. She could hardly bear it.
But she knew that it could not affect her job, which she loved, and had loved ever since she had first taken it. Part of the job, and a part she found very important, was giving the victim's families closure, telling them who had taken their loved ones away from them. For her to stop wanting to do that, just because of these nightmares, would be a personal horror. The victims would haunt her even more, faceless though they would be. She would know that she could be out helping solve these crimes. To be able to, but not be doing it, that would weigh on her, hurt her more than these phantoms possibly could.
Sara wondered at these thoughts that were going through her head. They were things that had never occurred to her before, or at least, not consciously. However, her subconscious did seem to be showing itself rather a lot recently. What was one more thing?
She sighed. Lying here thinking about it wasn't accomplishing anything. Since she couldn't sleep, she may as well get up and try to find something to use up the time until tonight. Maybe if it was something tiring enough, she would just knock herself out. If that didn't work, she was seriously considering drugs. Anything to help her sleep.
She rolled out of bed and wandered into her living room. There wasn't really anything for her to do. She'd tried cleaning the last time the nightmares had woken her up so early. She really hadn't done anything to undo that work, so nothing new for tonight. Damn. Cleaning had been her first thought. Boring, but energetic. Easy way to get to sleep, and you had the choice of two options: boredom or exhaustion.
Sara looked around. What was there that she could do? All that was in here was her old family photos, and a few more recent ones of her and her co-workers, when they weren't working. Well, it was either that, or watch TV, and she knew from experience, there was nothing good on at this time. Most of the population was at work, asleep, or taking part in one of the many pass times people came to Las Vegas for. So it was filler television for all those who weren't.
She decided on the photos. Maybe the good memories that were portrayed in them could help wipe out her nightmares. Replace them in her mind. Doubtful, but it was worth a try, and there was nothing else to do. She couldn't even see if anyone needed help at the lab, or not for hours anyway. Ecklie would go crazy if one of the Graveyard shift workers turned up while he was there. He'd say she was meddling or something of the sort.
She picked an album at random and settled down on the couch. Anything was worth a try to get rid of these nightmares. Even pole-dancing.
Authors note: Okay, I finally finished this chapter. I hope you enjoy it. This time, I'm not going to update until I have at least fifteen reviews. More would be nice, and as I'm working on several stories, I'm more or less operating on a more reviews, quicker update policy at the moment.