Chapter 5:

The phone rang, moving forward, rattling until it was at about an inch away from the edge of the side table before Sara snatched it.

"What!" She said, surprised at her rudeness. She didn't even know who was calling and she had copped an attitude. She felt bad and figured she was about to get yelled at from the other side of the line.

"Geez…I thought Grissom told me that I should call you as soon as I could but…"

Greg! Sara's heart raced. She glanced at the alarm clock on her bed stand, only to find that it was 4 am. Early for her, but not for Greg who was probably taking time off of his busy shift to call her. He really cared, that was special. It was hard to come by good friends like him. She felt bad and immediately decided to change her attitude towards him.

"OH GREG," Sara interrupted, "I'm so glad it's you!"

"Oh! In that case, maybe I won't hang up as originally planned." He said humorously.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"How are you? Did you find a hotel alright? You sounded kind of panicked last night."

Sara paused, still not sure if she should tell Greg about the nights activities. Her mind wandered back to last evening, vividly displaying all of the emotions and pain that she had experienced.

She rubbed her neck, suddenly recalling that she should have pain somewhere if it had really happened. She winced as her fingers ran over some bruises from the rough car ride, and as if that wasn't enough, her hands felt rough. As she glanced down at them she noticed the rips in the skin of her hands from the glass.

No, she decided. It was important but Greg was worried enough with the stocker letters he had been receiving himself.

"Sara?" Greg asked, slightly worried. He didn't really like long pauses himself. It made him long for his latex glove punching bag which had stubbornly been thrown away by Grissom in his rage to clean.

"Oh, sorry Greg. I'm just a little tired, don't worry about me. I found a hotel."

"Oh! Did I wake you?"

"No", lied Sara, "I was just looking at the menu to order some breakfast…"

She slowly eased herself out of bed, feeling a sudden chill as she peeled off her blankets. She dragged herself over to the TV stand across from her bed and grabbed for the Hotel Menu. She was sort of hungry and she figured that it would be the best idea to have a quick breakfast delivered to her rather than having to stop somewhere for food.

"Cool! My personal favorite breakfast is that one with the bacon, the pancakes, the tiny little crunchy diced potatoes, and the buttery toast with those absolutely adorable little things of strawberry jelly. That toast is the best…"

"Okay then, maybe I'll get the toast." Sara said, thinking over the menu one more time.

"Good Idea. It kind of makes me want to check into a hotel just to get some toast."

"You do that Greg." Sara said chuckling at Greg's ridiculous comment.

She reached into her purse to pull out a pen to scribble down her order and place it on the door handle. The hotel was fancy like that; no calls had to be made. All you had to do was put the order on the door handle and some passerby would take it to the kitchen to be prepared. She scribbled down the order while Greg droned on about all of the childhood trauma he had had involving the little packets of jelly.

One pot of decaf hazelnut coffee;

Low fat creamer

Double egg breakfast

3 scone combo

Blueberry muffin

2 pieces of toast

Raspberry jelly donut

And some orange jui…

Her pen stalled and ran out of ink, restraining her from writing the rest of the word "juice". It left an uneasy feeling in her gut and she rampaged through her purse which had been sitting over by her suitcase, searching for another pen to finish her order with. Finding one, she glanced back over her order. Was she really that hungry? She shrugged and wrote the rest of the word before walking over to the door and attempting to place it on the outside knob.

This was a tough thing to do due to the lack of slack supplied by the curly phone line protruding from thereciever and attaching itself to the object held closely to Sara's ear.

She was stopped a couple of feet to the door and was forced to stretch her arm out and wiggle her fingers to grab hold of the knob. She missed and instead fell forward, smacking into the door and pulling the chord farther than allowed, disconnecting Greg who was still babbling on about hotel breakfast.

"Great." Sara grunted. She pulled herself up and opened the door, placing the order on the knob and pretending to not see the wide eyed maids that were staring at her oddly wondering what the banging against the door was.

She closed the door, plugged back in the phone and placed it back on the receiver.

'If Greg really needs someone to talk to more about eggs, he'll call me again.' she thought.

She then proceeded in grabbing some clothes from a suitcase that had recently been delivered up to her room and walking into the bathroom where she planned to take a shower and freshen herself up for the rest of the car ride to the insane asylum. She walked in and laid her clothes on the back of the toilet seat, inspecting the cleanliness of the room as she went. She turned on the sink faucet and cupped her hands together to gather some water and splash it on her face to wake herself up.

Rubbing the water out of her eyes she looked at herself in the mirror, only to see something obstructing her vision. Another letter.

AUTHORS NOTES:

You may have noticed that in my story I have made suggested corrections or have put in my story suggested ideas. I unfortunatly am not perfect all though i do attempt. I would like to thank everyone that has tryed to help me out by improving my story. Your reviews are extremely helpful and I do try to make my story better to read based on your reviews. I am sorry that it has taken me so long to update, my mind likes to wander and instead of reviewing the stories i already have. i seem to be able to write beginings and themes of others much quicker; its funny how these things work...

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