Let Me Tell You it Will Be All Right

By GSRBUTTERFLY

Disclaimer: Don't own it, won't own it, I would if I could, but I can't so I won't

Summery: When tragedy strikes the nightshift crew, will they even find out. And can a person keep a secret in a building of investigators.

Spoilers: nothing really

A/N: I don't know if it'll come up, but Tina is evil and doesn't exist.

It was supposed to be a girl's night out. Catherine, Sara, a bar, alcohol, and fun. The women of the crime lab were going to try to be friends, and this was the first step towards that. They chose the bar, The Dew Drop Inn, and decided to meet at 7:30. Well, that's what Catherine though, but Sara was sure she heard Catherine say 7:00. So Sara was at the bar at 7:15, drinking Bourbon and Ginger ale, getting progressively more annoyed about the fact that she was sitting all alone in a bar, but she decided to wait, for she really wanted it to work with Catherine, so she was going to do whatever it took. Even if that included sitting at a bar waiting forever.

At 7:00, Mark Richards was working behind the bar at the Dew Drop Inn when he caught sight of a beautiful young woman, with long brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes. She seemed like she was looking for someone, but she eventually sat down on a barstool and ordered a Bourbon and Ginger ale. Mark did his best to flirt with the girl, but she wasn't picking up the bait. By the time it was 7:05, Mark could hardly get her to look at him or to answer his question. Mark decided to do something that would help him get the girl. He had just started using this beautiful. They were called Roofies, and if you slipped them in a drink, you could convince a person into anything. The shift changed at 7:25, so when he left, he could take her with him, and, well, do with her what he liked.

At 7: 15, Mark slipped some Roofies into her drink. Just enough to put her into a comatose state. He gave her the drink, Sara thanked him and started sipping her drink. But the problem was that after she finished her drink at 7:20, she was still perfectly conscious. So Mark slipped a little more into her next drink. At 7:25, the woman stood up and walked out. Opportunity was knocking on his door, and he was sure to follow. Leaving the bar to his follower, he followed the girl outside.

Sara had it. She didn't like the idea of sitting in the bar forever waiting for Catherine. The prospect of the whole thing being a misunderstanding was possible, but not probable. So Sara took out her cell phone, the one she used for her personal life, and started to call Catherine. As she was dialing, someone came up behind her, covered her screaming mouth, knocked phone out of her hand, and dragged her into his car. She was tied up in the seatbelts, and had a piece of tape covering her mouth. The driver drove for a while, Sara still writhing and squirming. When they finally reached their destination, Sara had just about given up her fight, but when he opened the door, she tried to escape again. But he was stronger and pulled her body free of the straps, and carried her squirming body down the hillside. He was wondering why the roofies weren't affecting her the way his provider said they would. But he was sure that it would be fine, so once he reached the bottom of the hill, he took advantage of her body, which fought back and bit him hard enough for tears erupt. After he was done, Sara felt her body slip away as the drugs took their double affect, for he had given her the double amount for her small, thin body.

He then took her body up to the car and drove her unconscious body to the Dew Drop Inn parking lot, dropped her off in her car, and drove away. He would wipe the guilt away as she slept, unable to feel and unable to know until she woke up and looked upon her wretched body.

When Sara woke up, she felt stiff and sore, and didn't remember where she was. Then Sara looked upon her body and the memory of what happened the night before came flooding back. Sara had been through this before, only she was much younger and completely able to take care of herself. Now she reverted to her past knowledge and started to drive home.

When she got home, she mended her injuries to the best of her abilities until her phone rung. Sara first didn't comprehend what the noise meant, but then she looked at the clock and lunged for the phone.

"Sara?"

"It's Grissom. What's up? It's the end of shift, and you didn't come in, didn't call, didn't tell us that you were taking the day off!"

"I'm sooooo sorry! I lost track of time. That last case just wore me out and I haven't been sleepin' well. I'm so sorry and I'll make it up. I promise."

"It's alright. You deserve a day off once in a while. Just, call us beforehand. O.K.?"

"Yes, I know. I'm so sorry. Good-bye."

And after hanging up the phone, she mentally chastised herself for not calling, for being so stupid, for putting herself in this situation. She decided to take a shower, sleep a little bit, and get in early the next day in order to help put a dent in the time she would have to make up in order to make up for the day she missed. If only she hadn't been so stupid.

At this point, she had almost forgotten the woman she was supposed to meet at the bar the night before, and she hoped that Catherine would accept her false explanation for the truth and that she wouldn't be too upset with her. Feelings of dread for the next day plagued Sara as she drifted off to sleep.