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Sara sat in the break room of the Las Vegas Crime lab. She needed to talk to Greg, to explain where they were when the murder happened. Only she hadn't been able to find him. She rested her forehead in the palm of her hand as she thought about Claire being questioned by the police, she shouldn't be there, she should be on her way home. She should see her family, her friends, not be alone in an interogation room. Claire's family, after everything that had happened, they would probably shoot Sara on sight. She didn't blame them.

She sat and watched as people walked passed the room, oblivious to her scrutiny. Old man, maintanence guy, pretty redhead. For a moment, the redhead became Claire. Her soft features, dark and scared, bruised, with bleeding lips. She closed her eyes and counted to three to get rid of the image. When she opened her them, the woman was just the nameless redhead again. She brought her hands up to rub her tired eyes, knocking a pile of magazines off the arm of the sofa with her elbow. They landed on the floor with a thud. The sound echoed in her ears. It was followed by memories of screaming, the crash as Claire's body hit the bookshelf, the wall. She heard Claire scream as a book went fly towards her.
"Sara!"

"Sara." She heard it again. Wait...no.

"Sara." That's Nick. Sara looked up at him.

"Hey, sorry Nick."

"You shouldn't be here." He didn't look at her as he spoke, in fact he kept his back towards her.

"I know I just need to tell Greg something. I don't suppose you know where he is do you?" She adjusted her position in the chair so that she was leaning forward.

"You know what Sara he's a good CSI, maybe you should trust him." His voice was tense, and angry. That had surprised her, had he known about her phone call to Greg. It shouldn't matter though that was between her and Greg, and he knew she trusted him.

"I know that and I do, but I also know know that Claire was with me when the murder happened." She spoke firmly, letting him know she wasn't happy with his intrusion.

"We're just following the evidence Sara." What. Thats a line we use on suspects!

"Nick I don't care about your evidence! I know she didn't do it!" Sara was on her feet now, but Nick still didn't make any eye contact. "Jesus Nick. You're the one who always saying you can't just focus on evidence, you have to consider the people involved, why is..." He suddenly turned around, interupting her.

"What makes you think I'm not." He was angry. This couldn't be about Greg.

"What the hell does that mean?" He took a moment before he answered, he pressed his lips together, looked down at the floor,then back up at her.

"It means that someone who I considered a friend has told me a story that is completly contradictory to the evidence, so much so that I had to assume she was lying, and trust me, I didn't want to do that. But now today.." He stopped his gaze returning to the floor.

"Today what?" She wasn't letting him stop there.

"Today I found out that you've lied to me before, so it's not that much of a stretch that you would do it again."

"What is this about Nick?" her voice showing signs of her frustration.

"You never told me you were sick." They found my meds.

"I never lied to you about it either and you know what I'm not sick."

"It doesn't matter you shoulda told me!"

"It was private." She stayed calm. She had been in this situation before and knew that yelling never helped.

"Private! Well you know what it wouldn't have been so private if you had of gotten hurt on he job. Don't you think people have the right to know if their gonna be risking their lives just to help you?"

"Would you help a bleeding stranger on the street Nick?" He didn't answer. "I think you would. I also think, well I hope, that you would be smart enough to protect yourself, because you don't know what he might have, because he may not know if he's got something."

"Thats different."

"Why?"

"Because that strangers not a friend of mine that I'm around everyday!"

"What do live in a bubble Nick?" She was fighting to keep her cool. "You never pass anyone on the street. Do you honestly think that you have never come in to contact with anyone positive except me?" She sighed. Calm down. "You know what Nick, if this is really because you're scared for yourself and others, then...then thats okay. I can accept that. I wouldn't wish this disease on the worst people that we convict. But, if this is just because you didn't know, then don't you dare grab some easy issue to attack me with." She didn't wait for an answer and left the room. She got to the bathroom and went inside.

"Damnit!" She slammed her hand against the door frame. She had done this before. With every job she got and every friend she made there were those questions. Do I tell them? When? How will they react? She had been prepared for it fifteen years ago, when people were still scared and didn't have the facts. But to still have to do it today, among scientists no less. Intelligent educated people with access to the information. Not in my backyard, she thought. People are okay with something until it's right infront of themand they really have to face it.

She decided to give Nick some time. He had found out just hours ago, maybe he just needed to come to terms with it. She had experienced similar situations with her sexuality. She remembered a particular incident in collage which had brought the two issues together. A friend of hers, upon learning she had AIDS had said, "But thats a gay thing right?" She had explained to the girl that men who have sex with men are at an increased risk of contracting the virus, but that didn't make the disease a gay thing, before telling her that she was bisexual. The girl had avoided her for weeks after that, Until one afternoon when she had come up to her in the library and asked her to join her and her friends at a local bar. She hoped he just needed time.

A little short sorry about that. I tried to keep Nick in character, don't know how well I did...