Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.

AN: Finally found the time to write the sequel...well, I actually decided to make this my new WIP, just finished accumulation of the little things and had the feeling that this story could be good WIP material : )

I hope you like chapter number 2 :)

chapter 2

She could hear the patter of rain against the cab windows…she wouldn't open her eyes. She wouldn't be able to stand it. Seeing the lights of Vegas flying by, knowing that this would be the last time she would ever see them. She wanted to leave, wanted to start a new life, a life that didn't depend on him. In the last five years she had done everything she could to make him see her, to make him feel something for her…and now when she had finally decided that it was enough, that she needed to pull away from him, that she had to accept, that though he was the right one for her, she wasn't the right one for him….now he had to tell her that he felt something for her. He had to tell her that he wanted to make her happy, wanted to love her…wanted to marry her. In the last years the only thing he had done was hurting her, destroying her self confidence, making her feel as if her feelings were worthless…and telling her that he wanted her now, when she had decided to rule off…it hurt even more, it hurt more than anything else he had ever done before.

Tears were running down her cheeks, she was shaking…how could I ever let him get so much power over my feelings, my heart…my life? She wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, she prayed that she'd soon reach the airport, that she could enter the plane as soon as possible…that she could enter it and leave…leave the love of her life behind.

The minutes of the drive seemed like hours. It seemed like an eternity, it felt just like these past five years…she didn't have a clue what she would find in Chicago, but it definitely was the end of this roller-coaster ride. Never again she would have to fear that in one minute he'd set all her hopes up with calling her 'Honey', with telling her that he was interested in beauty since he met her, with pretending to care for her and that he then would drop her like a hot potato, would see through her as if she was invisible, not existing…

She should have learned to never trust his words, she should have realized that always when he got her high, she'd fall down soon, deeper than she had been before…and when she could grab for a blade of grass, or could barely cling on to something that would save her from falling, he wouldn't lend her a hand…he would step on her fingers and would let her fall…deep, deeper…

But she never learned it. She would never learn it. Maybe moving to Chicago was just some cheap, stupid excuse. But what was she supposed to do? She had reached a point in her life where it was impossible for her to climb up these cliffs that he jostled her down, to drag herself up…maybe a couple of years ago she had still be strong enough to do so…but not now. Too many things had happened in too little time.

She had given up on this. On him…and maybe on a part of her.

She had closed this book of a life with him. She had stopped hoping, praying for it…and then he had offered her to make her happy…he had asked her to marry him…had touched her, kissed her…pleaded that she'd stay. And she had left. Had left him without saying anything else but 'farewell'. She had turned around, had entered her car, had left the parking lot…had driven to her hotel, had locked herself in her room, had cried into her pillow for hours. Had ignored her ringing cell phone…she had known that it had been him…she hadn't been able to hear his voice…she wouldn't be able to ever hear it again…she knew that if anything should ever remind her of him, she would enter the next plane, fly back to Vegas and make the biggest mistake of her life…running back to him like a little dog, following him like a shadow…and a shadow she would be...nothing more than something that was there, just there, no-one pays attention to it...but then miss it when it's gone forever.

Finally the cab reached the airport. She grabbed her bags, entered the airport building and the waiting area for her flight after she had passed the controls.

She sat down on one of the chairs, leaned back and closed her eyes for a couple of minutes. Soon, soon I am free…then I can start again! It will all be good.

When she opened her eyes again she noticed that an old woman had taken seat next to her. The woman smiled brightly at her, Sara faked a friendly smile.

"Waiting for the flight to Chicago?", the woman asked.

Sara nodded. "Yeah."

"Are you going there for holidays?"

"No…I'm moving to Chicago. Got a new job there."

The woman nodded. "Leaving behind all friends is hard, is it?"

Sara nodded softly. She felt tears rising up in her eyes again. Leaving behind her friends was hard…leaving behind Grissom was torture. She could deny it as much as she wanted, it wouldn't help at all. Her heart, her soul…actually every cell of her body wanted to stay, wanted to be with him. But she had made a decision…she couldn't stay, she had a new job, she had signed all the contracts. Probably these contracts were really the only thing that held her back. Yes, Grissom had hurt her, had tortured her…but everybody deserves a new chance. Oh my God Sara STOP thinking this! Stop thinking that he might really make you happy! There is no way back! You will have to leave! It's too late to change your mind about it!

"Leaving behind a boyfriend, too?"

Sara looked up to her. Could this woman read thoughts? Probably it was just obvious…I must look like a wreck…all depressive, torn…Why, why does he have this power over me? Why do I love him so much that he can do this with me?

"I once left the man I loved behind me…I thought I would be able to move on, to start again. I couldn't. When I returned he was dead. Had been killed in a car accident."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Great, this was what I needed!…no, I am not her! I know I can make it somehow! I have to! I need to be independent, I need to be able to live without him!

"Whom are you leaving behind?"

"A friend…he is…a close friend."

"Just a close friend?"

She shook her head. "No.", she swallowed hard. "No…he's more…so much more, but…he used to play me like a yoyo, like…" Am I insane? Telling a stranger how I feel?

"What did he say when you told him you'd leave?"

"Not much."

"He didn't try to make you stay?"

"He asked me to marry him after my farewell party to which he didn't show up."

"And what did you say?"

"I said 'farewell', left and ignored his calls."

"Making him feel how he made you feel all the time."

Yes. Damn it, Yes! She didn't know whether to feel good or bad about it. Yes, she wanted him to know how much he had hurt her, how it felt to be hurt, but she did not want him to be hurt.

She remained in silence for a while, staring out of the windows…the rain had become worse. She could hear thunder far away, the flags outside of the airport building were cue balls of the storm…

« Flight 843 Las Vegas – Chicago, announcement for flight 843 Las Vegas – Chicago. Flight has been cancelled due to adverse weather. We ask for your understanding. Thank you. Vol 843 Las Vegas – Chicago, énoncé pour vol 843 Las Vegas – Chicago… »

Great! Why tonight? Why, of all flights, why this one?

"Oh well…I kind of could see this happening.", the old woman said.

Sara turned to her.

"Try to see it as a sign girl." The woman stood up and left.

Sara didn't know what to think. Maybe this woman had been right…maybe this was a sign…

She only knew one thing, she'd need to find a hotel room for the night, would have to call her new boss, would have to get a new flight

…but there was another option.

TBC

Well, I don't know if this chap was good...I hope number three gets better : )

If you want me to know what you think of this chap leave a review...

I will write chapter 3 after I returned from hospital, so it might take a week or two for the next update. Meanwhile I will try to find some inspiration :)