The drive back to the lab was eerily silent.
Neither said a word as they unloaded their kits and evidence bags. Neither said a word as they locked up the evidence in the vault. Neither said goodbye as they left the parking lot separately in their own Denali's.
Nick felt guilty for making Sara so distraught. He knew the look that she had held on her face, he knew he had hit a nerve deep down within her. One he had never meant to disturb or open like the many wounds he knew she kept hidden.
He stared at his blank ceiling wishing silently that he could fall into a dark sleep, one in which would not contain the nightmares of his past. And hoped that Sara would find the same.
Sara sat alone within her living room, which wasn't much of a surprise. For who had she to sit there with, she had pushed everyone away. Even Nick, whom she now felt the need to go see, to apologize, to do anything. But her own stubbornness prevailed and she sat alone until the sleeping pills she had taken, finally took hold of her and whisked her away into the never ending darkness.
Knocking sounded through the darkness. It broke her away from the black dream she had been dreaming. It vibrated through her eyelids rippling the dark water that filled them. She opened her eyes to take in the real world, the one she was momentarily trying to escape. She lifted herself up off of her couch and walked down the hall towards her front door. She didn't even bother to check the peep hole to see who was at her door. Instead she undid the latch and sliding chain lock, and swung open the door.
Standing there was Nick with an exhausted look etched across his face. "I've been knocking forever Sara."
Sara only nodded and walked back down the hallway and entered her kitchen, hoping that Nick would follow her. He did and stood at the entryway to the kitchen, leaning against it. He took in her disheveled appearance, her crinkled clothes. He watched her lazily take out two beers from the fridge and toss one to him. He caught it and quickly twisted the top off, taking a long swig from the cold draft.
Sara however just held the beer to her. The only sound heard through the house was the deafening echo of the glass bottle hitting the floor and the liquid that it contained rushing out. And then the sound of Sara's breathe rushing in as she felllifeless tothe floor.
A/N: Yes, we are back to the begining again.
I might not update for a tid bit, as I am not sure when I will be able to write again and this is the last chapter I have stocked up.
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