1She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks. She was all alone in the room and she sat there just listening to the silence, besides her own crying. Finally she stood up and wiped the tears away, and grabbed her clothes and started to get dressed. She could still feel the pain underneath.

She had always been the one who supported the victim of these adverse circumstances. Now she could use a little support herself, but she made the decision that she was never, ever gonna tell anyone- Never! Not even her closest friend. She knew very well, maybe too well, that if she reported it, it would be dismissed in a few seconds. No one was going to lift a finger to help her. She was scared too. She was scared that maybe this guy would come after her one way or the other. No, this was a secret- her secret...

"God, crap!" she said, as she slid her hand through her hair. She didn't hear the alarm-clock, so she had overslept. Now it was all about rushing to get to her car. Her breathing was slow and heavy and she ran almost all the way to the car. She opened the door, sat down on the seat and started to drive. Her apartment was only a few minutes from the lab, so it was a quick drive. She jumped out of the car and was surprised when she met Grissom out on the parking-lot.

"Hey, Sara!" he said, "You are late."

"Yeah, I know and I'm sorry. It will never happen again." she answered as she kept walking as fast as she could.

"Hey! What's the matter?" he called after her.

She turned around to meet his face "Do you know what? I really gotta hurry. Busy times, you know" she said, like nothing was wrong, besides her oversleeping.

She started walking towards the door again and wasn't paying attention, so she bumped right into Nick, who carried a box full of evidence. Some of it fell onto the floor, but luckily most of it, stayed in the box.

He grinned as he kneeled down to pick the few things up and then put them back in the box. She looked down at him. He looked back up at her as he gently picked up the box up from the floor. He faked a smile as he carried on down the hall way. She couldn't help feeling sorry for him as he disappeared down the corridor. She remained staring down the hallway for a few more seconds before she continued walking down the other way, in the direction of the break room.

She sat down on the couch. Her thoughts were running around in her head. She had to take a pregnancy test, not to mention a HIV test. She started crying. She didn't hear the door in the other side of the room open. She almost fell out of the couch when she heard a gentle voice.

"Sara? Are you ok?" She finally managed to compose herself as she wiped the tears from her face.

"Yeah, sure... What's up, Nick?" she asked- almost crying again.

He sat down beside her and looked down at the floor. She knew he was going to speak pretty soon.

"You know you can tell me...? What ever it is, I'll bet you'll feel better afterwards." he said in the most caring voice she'd ever heard.

When she didn't respond he kept on, "You don't have to talk about it right here, right now, you know... We could go somewhere else?" he said as his eyes finally met hers.

"Wanna grab a late breakfast?" he asked.

Finally a smile showed up on her face, "Now?" she asked.

"Only if you want to." he answered in a hopeful tone, as he grabbed his jacket.

She paged Grissom and told him that she didn't fell very well, and asked if she could work overtime later, and that was actually the truth... She got a page back from him where he said that he probably thought that would be a good idea.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you home? We could order something, you know...?" he asked carefully. It almost felt like he was scared of her.

"Only if you want to, I mean, I don't mind going out either..." He looked at her, as if he was trying to read her mind.

"What?" she asked playfully.

"Nothing it's just… Never mind." he answered.

She rolled down her car-window and looked over at him, "Oh, I'm sorry! Do you mind?" she asked.

"No, no... Go for it!" He smiled back.

She leaned her head back on the seat and listened to the song that was playing on the radio:

Let 'er rip Let it fly
Come on baby say it do you think
I'm gonna cry
I ain't about to ball and I ain't gonna die
So if you're gonna say goodbye
Don't take all day and night...

She was almost about to fall asleep when the car finally came to a stop.

"Oh, here we are!" she said, as she opened the car door.

They walked to the apartment building and she opened the door and walked into it.

Finally, in Sara's apartment they hung up their coats were they walked into the living room. Once Nick entered the room he carefully walked around it.

"Hey, Nick! This is not a crime scene, got it?" she said playfully.

"Got it...!" he answered and nodded his head.

"Back to what we came here for..." he said in a serious voice.

She looked down at the red and white carpet.

Sara did not want to talk about this in the least, so she came up with an excuse, "Ya, sure... I'm gonna find some stuff to eat. What do you want for lunch?"

"Sara..." he said in a caring voice, "You don't have to tell me anything, but..."

"Hey, Nick!" she stopped him, "Don't make this out to be like one of our cases!"

"Oh... Sar, I'm sorry, but I know from experience that you are going through something terrible right now... But you just have to open up for me! Ok?"

She took a deep breath...

Authors note: The text isn't perfect, I know. But I'm Norwegian, so what can you expect:P But tell me what you think about the story?