Chapter 4:

It was night time and Sara had been traveling for nine hours now. Of course the insane asylum couldn't have been anywhere close to where she worked, that just wouldn't have been possible. She groaned, tired of being cramped up in a car for so long. Her neck hurt, her eyes hurt, her legs hurt, her arms her. She just felt like a ball of pain.

Sara yawned and closed her eyes, temporarily forgetting that she was driving, but a car behind her beeped reminding her of where she was, right as she started to swerve off of the road.

Sara snapped open her eyes, panicked at the noise. She twisted the wheel in the other direction causing her to swerve in that direction slamming into the car next to her. A high pitched squeal came from the friction of the cars grinding together.

Both cars spun out of control, eventually stopping as they bumped into a tree.

Sara's windshield was shattered and there was glass all over the steering wheal. Her hands were bloody. She tenderly picked the glass shavings out of her hands as best that she could before going to help the other victim. She used all of her strength to open up her crushed door, and climb out.

She climbed out of her car, her vision blurred. She reached around for the second car, unable to see what was in front of her due to the darkness. She walked a couple of feet and ran into something.

It was rough feeling; she must have banged into the other car really bad. She reached around trying to find a handle and grabbed onto something pointy.

"What is this?" She whispered to herself.

She continued to reach around until she found something with a papery texture.

A leaf.

"Wait…this is the tree the other car ran into, but then where is the…"

She was silenced at the thought. Where did the other car go? She searched around more thinking that maybe the other car had skid after she had stopped but found nothing.

She remembered that there was a flashlight in the trunk of her car and quickly went to get it.

She opened up her trunk and reached for the flashlight. Her finger softly moved around in search of the flashlight, but instead was slit open when a piece of paper came in the way.

"Ouch!" Sara shrieked, placing her finger in her mouth to stop the blood flow.

She picked up the piece of paper and then ran into the flashlight. Turning on the flashlight and moving it over the piece of paper she noticed that the paper was actually an envelope addressed to her.

It was unopened so she carefully slit the flap of it and pulled the letter out from inside.

It read:

Hello my darling Sara. I'm sorry for not staying. I hope that car crash didn't have too much of an affect on you, after all, I need you to do a little favor for me and what better of a way to get your attention than to almost kill you? I do hope you understand. It is after all very important that you do this favor for me. But don't worry too much about it. You just keep living your wonderful life and await my next letter.

Ta-Ta, my love,

Your car crash buddy

P.S. - Don't you worry, now that I have your attention I won't need to try to kill you again.

A worried expression appeared on Sara's face. Her heart was racing and her body was frozen. She wanted to move, to run, but she couldn't. Her breathing was heavy and all of a sudden, everything in her head just snapped.

She ran back to her car in a record fast speed, whipping open the door, and climbing in, slamming the door behind her. She fiddled with her keys, shaking and unable to steady her hand long enough to get the key into the keyhole. Using both hands, she shoved the key into the hole and prayed that the car would start. She tried to ignite the car four times before the engine finally kicked on.

She pressed her foot down as hard as she could sending her at full speed ahead. She steered her way back onto the main road, her thoughts racing just as fast as her car.

The highway was dark, with no other cars around. All of a sudden a shrill noise came from her dash board causing her to panic and swerve again, this time grabbing control and not having an accident.

Her cell phone. It was ringing. She glanced over at it, wondering if she should answer it. What if it was the person from the letter? She was scared. She reached over, to hold it in her hand. She stared at it for a second and then flipped it open. With a soft stutter she spoke into it.

"H-Hello?" She murmured.

"Hey Sara! It's Greg! Nick told me you were going to check the asylum! How are things going?"

"G-Greg! It's just you." Sara said, relieved to have someone to talk to.

"Yeah, sorry it's just me."

"No Greg…that's not what I meant. I need help Greg. I'm scared. I'm going to try to find a hotel and then call you from there."

"What do you mean scared? What happened Sara? Are you alright?"

No. She wasn't alright. Her hands were bleeding allover the wheel and her phone, and some lunatic was asking her for a favor.

"I'm fine for now Greg Just tired." She replied, lying, but not wanting to make Greg worried.

"Are you sure?" Greg said, sounding worried anyways.

"Of course Greg! I'll be fine. You don't have to worry. I'll call you when I get to a hotel alright?"

"Okay. Please call me."

"I will. Don't worry. Good-bye."

"Bye-Bye." Greg said, and then hung up.

Immediately Sara regretted hanging up. How could she have just let her only way of feeling safe go?

She calmed herself on by turning on the radio to keep her company.

The road seemed long and it took a while to reach a hotel, but when she did she quickly went to the front desk, not too excited to be outside and alone for very much longer.

She opened up the glass doors that led her into the lobby of the hotel and walked up to the front desk to find a short woman with curly brown hair that seemed to big for her head. The woman stared at her, eager to see what she needed.

"Hi, how may I help you?" said the woman.

"Umm…Hi. Can I get a room?" Sara asked.

"Sure thing! For how many nights?"

"Just one for now."

"Okey-dokey! And whose name will that be under?"

"Sara Sidle." She said, handing her, her credit card.

The woman's bright eyes and wide smile diminished as she glanced down at Sara's hand. She looked up at Sara expectantly, hoping that she might find why her hands were dripping with blood.

Great. Sarah thought, realizing what the woman was looking at. She probably thinks I killed someone or something. Then she started to see the positive side of things.

What she doesn't know can't hurt her and besides, maybe she'll give me a discount on the room.

"Okay. Umm… here you go. You are in room 314. It's on the fourth floor. Umm…have a nice evening…"The woman said nervously.

"Thanks" Sara said, slowly making her way up to her room.

When she came upon her room she slowly slid the room card key through the lock and eased the door open.

There was a soft breeze coming from an opened window making Sara shiver. After flicking on the light switch she went over and closed the window, and then the blinds.

Being as paranoid as she was at the moment she did a thorough check to make sure nothing or no one unusual had made their way into her room. She found nothing which made her content enough to sit down on the bed, turn on the T.V. and pick up the phone to call Greg.

The phone rang a couple of times before someone answered.

"Hello?" said a familiar voice.

"Hi. Is Greg there?"

"Is this Sara?"

"Yeah."

"Hey! It's Grissom. He's a tad bit busy right now."

"Oh is he working on lab work?"

"No he just went shopping for some more permanent markers because Nick took away his others. I can have him call you when he comes back."

"Oh, okay. That sounds good. Thank You. If it's too late when he comes back can you just tell him I'm okay and have him call me in the morning?"

"Sure thing."

"Thanks. Bye."

"Bye"

Sara hung up the phone and lay back on the bed, exhausted. She set her T.V. on sleep 20 minutes but was out in no less than 5.

Authors Notes: Wow! I don't know if it seemed like it but this was my longest Chapter so far! It's kind of sad… Please review to tell me if you liked it or not! (By the way, my other story Blood Soaked Truth is currently having trouble being wrote. I have serious writers block! LOL! Please read it and help me out! Thanks for reading my stories and stick with me for new updates coming soon!