Never In My Wildest Dreams
By GSRBUTTERFLY
Disclaimer
: Don't own it, won't own it, and would if I could, but I don't so tears.
For once in my very short writing career, Tina exists. I know, it is against my style, but tough luck. She doesn't last long.
From Sara's POV
I leaned against the table and drank my tea. If I looked at the crime scene pictures anymore, I would cry. My eyes ached and were tearing. I went over to the line of chairs on the edge of the wall and lied down. Just for a minute. No one came back here because it was just a bunch of rooms that were usually vacated. But I used them to work because they were quiet. Only a couple of minutes, only a couple of minutes, only a couple minut…