Author's Note: This one has a bad cliff hanger. A bad one. Sorry. ; ) But, if you think real hard you'll get a good idea. Next chapter will be good. I promise. Anyways, I've almost finished writing. I'm on the last chapter and almost done. Then I start on the sequel; which I don't even have a name for yet. It'll be really sweet and sappy. At least the beginning will.

Hopeless-Savage - I've been planning to continue for a while but, it'll be a bit slower since I've got school right now. I'll do most all of my writing and update on the weekends.

Sidle Chick - Old fashioned popcorn is (I just kind of, uh, made this up) the kind you cook on the stove and takes a lot more effort and skill (I guess?) to show how much he wants to make her feel good. Don't worry it's not a bad mistake. You'll find out next chapter. : )

CherryDrops12 - 5:30! I still can't grasp my mind around that. Wow, early. If you thought that was cool, like I said before, next one will be great.

Things had been the same for about 3 weeks. Go to work come home from work, spend time with Grissom. She had to go to court in 2 weeks to testify against Pete Summers. She would have been worried if she had to testify against him on more than what she really had to.

All she had to do was, tell the jurors about the rape and that was it. She'd been feeling a little sick lately but, she figured that it was just because, of having to testify. She'd become oddly close with Catherine, especially considering, a while back, they hated each other.

Tonight was going to be an eventful one, she could just sense it.

"Hi, Sara" Greg said while rushing inside.

"Hi, Greg, what's the rush?"

"Nick wanted me in an hour ago and I got stuck in traffic."

"Oh, well, uh, have fun." Sara went in and got straight to work on processing the last of the evidence in a casino shooting.

It wasn't too eventful at first but, after her and Warrick finished testing things they knew it'd soon become that way. They had a suspect, Camilla Jones. She'd been Darla Stone's, supposed, best friend. She was quite defensive at the thought that she might have killed her but; they didn't think too much of it since she was her "best friend" and Darla had just gotten killed. They first went to her place of work to find her and only to learn that she'd just quit.

"That's kind of suspicious" Warrick said as they were leaving to go to her home address.

"She probably knew we were getting close to finding out it was, probably, her when we interviewed her boyfriend."

"So she tried to make herself disappear. Leaving her job was the first step but, from experience, I know it takes at least three days to completely move and she left her job two days ago." Warrick said.

When they got there she wasn't there but, her things were all in boxes. So the next place on their list was her boyfriend's.

"Mr. O'Donnell, have you seen Camilla Jones recently?" Sara asked

"Well, actually, no I haven't which is odd because, she was supposed to come by today."

When they got to Warrick's car she couldn't help it.

"He's hiding something and I know it. He knows where she is."

"Sara, calm down, we'll find her. We always find them."

"Not always"

"But most of the time we do."

They knew it'd only be a matter of time before she went back to her house so they decided to go back there and wait it out.

"It's been an hour and no signs of anything; shouldn't we just get back to the lab?" Sara asked.

"I'll call Brass and see if he track down Camilla and we'll wait here unless told otherwise"

"Sounds okay to me."

"Brass?" Warrick asked.

"Yea, what do you need?"

"Can you track down any records of Camilla Jones?"

"Yea, sure, I'm on it."

"It looks like she just finished up a little shopping at the strip about 20 minutes ago."

"Thanks"

"So, did he find anything?" Sara asked.

"Yea, she just finished up shopping 20 minutes ago at the strip so she'll probably be here in an hour."

"Want to turn on some music?" Sara asked.

"Sure"

She put in a mix CD and turned the volume up to a comfortable level.

"At least you don't listen to your music like Greggo does."

"Yea, but, I have to admit his music isn't bad except for Marilyn Manson."

"Definitely" Warrick agreed.

"So, um, how are you and Grissom doing?" He asked

"Great! I've pretty much moved in with him, now. He treats me so well. I feel so special every time I wake up and smell a scent of warm food from the kitchen."

"Wow, he cooks for you!"

"Yea, I know, kind of hard to believe but, it's always really good too."

"Whoa, I'd never have expected that."

"He's amazing; just amazing" Sara said, mostly to himself.

"So, um, are you involved with anybody?" Sara asked.

"Well, I, um, no."

"I know some one who likes you"

"Let me guess, Catherine?"

"Whoa, how'd you know?"

"It's obvious, how she's always hanging on me and getting so close."

"Well do you like her?"

"Yea but, she is my supervisor; though it didn't stop you."

"He's not my supervisor any more now, thanks to Ecklie."

"True."

Just then Camilla Jones pulled up. The second she saw them she tried to run but, it was of no use. There was no running or, hiding

. "You're under arrest for the murder of Darla Stone. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you." Warrick spilled off, he knew the drill backwards and forwards; inside and out.

They'd got her; Sara was glad. It'd taken them two weeks of nothing but, this case to solve it. This is where the night sped up, big time. It was around 5:30 AM before they got to do an interview since she took them up on her right to an attorney. She was in the middle of going into her confession; it was around 7 AM when Sara started to feel sick.

"Warrick" she whispered

"I don't feel too good I'm going to let you handle this"

"Okay, Sara" Warrick said.

Sara quickly ran to the restroom knocking down Greg and nearly knocking down Catherine.

"Greg, you okay?" Catherine asked helping him up.

"Yea; what's with Sara?"

"I have an idea of what this could be; a real good idea." Catherine said.

She knew something but, of course she did. She knew a lot more than people gave her credit for. She could read people, analyze them, and figure them out but, she didn't dare divulge just how much she really knew. It was safer not to.

So she dashed to the restroom to find Sara. Time seemed to stand still once she walked in. She could hear each drop in the sink; she could feel each tile underneath her feet. One foot in front of the other; she walked up to a sink and dipped a washcloth underneath the streaming water. She then glanced up at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and the surrounding skin was pale. She heard heavy grasping for air which had to be Sara.

That pointed her in the direction of the stall she was in. She walked as fast as she could to her stall but, it seemed as if she couldn't move. This seemed all too familiar. Then she finally reached the stall Sara was in. She opened it and wasn't surprised at all by what she saw.

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