Here's one I haven't updated in ages. Ending's really short, but it's been sitting on my computer for months, and I couldn't think of any other way to finish it. Hopefully you'll will like it.

Chapter Three: Home

Maybe it had really happened, or maybe it was her imagination. Perhaps she had wanted it so badly, that she had forced herself to see him. She had heard his voice first, a single sentence that brought out an entire conversation that they had had several months ago.

"Everyone dies sooner or later in life, you can't change that," Greg had once told her.

"It doesn't make it right," Sara had corrected him.

"I never said that it did," Greg argued his point clearly. "All I'm saying is that when the time comes, you have to learn to let it go."

Let it go…Sara shook her head bitterly, burying her face in her arms. It had been nearly a week now since her outburst in the restaurant. After spending the first night in the comfort of Nick's arms, she had resorted to staying home.

At first, all she could think of was Greg, of everything that was lost. She barely ate or slept, and when she did her slumber was dreamless. Grissom had stopped by only a few days before to check in on her. She hated making the others worry, but she wasn't able to face reality, not yet anyways.

Tucked in the back of her wallet was the only picture she had of Greg. The lab tech had slid it in there years ago, his phone number scrawled on the back. He told her that it was in case she ever changed his mind about him, she would know what number to call. It had all been a joke then, but now she wished she had looked closer, while there still had been time. The numbers were blurred, but still legible. Part of her wanted to dial his number, wanted to hear him pick up.

At first, all she could do was examine the small portrait, looking over the finer details she had never taken the time to notice before. After time, she finally found a small frame to slide it into, placing it on her nightstand next to her bed. It gave her some comfort knowing that she still was still able to see him every day. Sometimes when she looked at the picture, she could still hear his voice, and see that zany smile of his, the one that made her feel warm inside.

Anyone in the right mind would have told her she was going crazy, sometimes she believed that she already was. At the same time, what more could she do? Greg was dead, and nothing she said, or did even, was going to change that. Even worse, her promise to him had been broken.

Sara shifted uncomfortably on the couch, situating herself so that she was now staring at the ceiling. She hadn't spoken to anyone besides Grissom since, and only because he had trapped her, had forced her to talk with him.

She was still upset, still unable to believe that he had told everyone what had happened. She let out a sigh, biting her lip. Did Greg hate her now? Did he despise her that she had lied, and betrayed him? She had promised him that everything would be okay, had promised him that she would be there for him.

Slowly she got to her feet, her socks skimming across the carpet as she made her way to the door. For half a second she considered on not answering it, on pretending no one was home. It wouldn't be very fair, she knew. It wasn't a surprise to see Nick standing outside her place.

He gave her a frown, taking in her ruffled appearance, his gaze becoming softer. "You're not going in that are you?"

"Going where?" she asked drearily, not offering to let him in.

"The funeral?" Nick questioned slowly. "Don't tell me you're not coming."

She closed her eyes, cursing inwardly. She hadn't realized how much time had passed. "It's today?"

Nick nodded, hurrying her inside. "We still have time, if you hurry."

Sara waited her turn, doing her best to stay calm as the little girl in front of her ran up and down the rows, searching every cage. Her little fingers wrapped around the bars as she stood on tiptoes, peering into the top one, shrieking as she did so.

"That one, that one!" she cried, pointing a finger into the cage. Letting out a sigh Sara closed her eyes and prayed the small child would not change her mind once again.

"That's a good choice," the keeper said with a smile, undoing the lock. Obviously he was just as relieved, taking the small terrier out, placing it in the outstretched arms. "He's not as expensive as the others, and he comes with a free collar."

"That's nice, isn't it dear," the mother stated in a sweetened tone. "Let's bring him up front so we can take him home."

Sara stepped to the side as the coupled passed, the little girl laughing as the pup licked her face. The man walked up to her with an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry for the wait. They told me up front you were looking for a certain dog?"

Sara nodded, pulling the picture out of her purse. "A small sheltie, she was taken here a few days back by a Jim Brass."

"Ah yes," the man nodded, waving her down the isle. "She's a friendly one, she'll be grateful that you came."

Sara let of a small smile as she came to the last cage. Kneeling down she called her name softly, reaching through the bars as the dog pressed its nose against the cage. "Come on Jenni," she whispered softly, "Let's go home."

The End