After living in Grissom's condo for a month Sara decided that she should move back into her own place, not because she didn't enjoy seeing the man she loved every day, but because she still liked where she lived, and she knew that he would need his own space. He was actually sad that she left, but he still went over to her apartment every day to make sure that she was doing well. Her other friends visited her regularly as well and everyone missed seeing her at work.
Slowly and gradually she started to relax, and feel more comfortable being alone, and her nightmares came less frequently, but as often happens, just when you start to relax, trouble comes.
Sara was talking to Grissom on the phone one day while he was at work when her doorbell rang. She looked through the eyehole and she froze. Grissom heard her sharp breath and he asked her what was wrong, the only words she could mutter were, "He's at my door."
"Who," his panicking voice asked.
"The man who tried to kill me," her fading voice answered, she was ready to faint; all the memories started to flood back to the front of her mind.
"Try to stay calm, I'm calling Brass now on the office phone, don't worry baby."
She heard him talking to Brass, and although her heart was still racing, she was comforted by the thought that he was still there. The knock came again as Grissom said, "Jim's on his way, it'll be all right, but now I need to ask you to do something that won't make much sense. I need you to open that door."
"Are you crazy," she squeaked out. "He'll kill me!"
"Baby, I don't want you to open that door anymore than you do, but it's the only way of keeping him where the police can get him."
"What if he kills me?"
"He won't, you're strong, you'll be safe, I have faith in you."
She was nearly in tears; the different parts of her brain were warring against her. She could keep the door shut, let him escape but stay inside, but he could return at any time then. Or she could open the door and take her chances with the man, she had a very good chance of getting killed this way, but she could also catch him.
She made her decision, and she said, "All right, I'll let him in. But if I die, don't blame yourself, I love you no matter what."
He was crying, and she could hear it in his voice, "I love you too." She could also tell that he had left the building and in the background she heard his car start.
She set down her phone on the counter of her kitchen; it was still on so he could hear everything that was about to happen. There was another knock on her door, and although every fiber of her being screamed against opening the door, she knew that it was the only way of catching him, so she clenched her fists and her jaw, and she opened the door.
She saw him standing there, she wanted to vomit, but she knew that she needed to stay level headed, although it was going to be nearly impossible. He smiled his cold smile, and then he brought out a gun and he motioned for her to go in. She complied, and then he shut the door behind himself. Sara was alone in her apartment with a killer, and one of them was not going to make it out alive.
TBC…
I know that it's evil to give such a dramatic cliffhanger, but there is no character death warning on this story, and there never will be, so that should make you happier. It may make you unhappy to know that I've decided to be on hiatus for awhile, so it won't be updated for some time, don't worry though, it will be! As a side note, this story was originally going to be a part of my Trials of Life series, but since no one really took interest in the stories I decided to change it into what you see here. The reason for this was that I thought of the title, and I knew that I had to make a fic around it!
Thank you, to Sidle Chick, MC New York, CSIFan4Life, CSI Kennedy, jtbwriter, csifreak04, djkittycat, your reviews were very kind.
As a side note, I know that I don't have some technical things down, but this is a fan fic, not a novel, I don't believe in being accurate in fan fics, but thank you for your corrections, I do like learning things.