A/N: TV speeds up time so why can't I, you'll see what I mean...keep reading.
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My Dearest Sara
I fear the worst if you are actually reading this
It means I am no longer with you.
SAying I'm dead just seems harsh and hurtfuL.
Something that I would neVEr wish upon anyone no matter how nasty anyone has been.
Do you remember the first time that you agreed to go out on a date with me?
I Was so nervous that I actuaLLy missed your place twice. The flowers were a backup.
I had picked them up an hour before, showered twice, brushed my teeth and flossed three times and just hoped that I hadn't overdone it with the cologne, I felt like a kid on the first day school, Christmas, birthday and the last day Of school all rolled iNTo one, Also popped half a bottle of Rolaids too. I know this will be hard on you, but if I Could have prevenTed it, I woUld . I hope you know I could never purpoSely put a tear in your eye. IJust please keep the gOOd times iN your heart so you aren't overcome with grief, or so I can only hope but your siLence OVEr the years has told me so much that I know YOU love me as much as I loved you. Here I am becoming all fluffy and sappy. But one of the best times I had with you was watching you sleep (no not a stalker), because you looked so much at peace. And it was the only time I could check you out with getting smacked. Smile through the tears.
Love Always
Greg
Reading it through the first time, she picked up nothing other than the fact that it was Greg telling her how much he loved her and never meant to hurt her. Over analyzing again, and failing horribly to keep the tears at bay, a few slipped by onto the paper, moistening the ink and running down the page. She reread it again and again until she came up with something, something that was strange, the handwriting was of course Greg's the semi-chicken scratch, like hers, but then there was some curvy, very unlike him, almost like a girl wrote them. Something he had commented on one day.
"A girl wrote this" he handed her the suicide note that had been found lying next to the body just a little to close without blood."How can you tell?"Sara herself looked over the note
"Because girls always do that bubbly stuff, men, real men do chicken scratch like me" he joked as he looked around the room trying to find anything that might lead them to the girl who wrote this letter.
"I write chicken scratch, are you calling me a guy?" he froze in his tracks, bad choice of words
"But then theirs that small percentage of special women who write like guys, women who are gorgeous, intelligent and wonderfully charming" he smiled, waiting for something
"Nice save" he left out the breath he had been holding and went to the book case to a book that had caught his attention it was pink.
Another thing struck her as odd, who would write a letter like this, no one knew how long they had to live unless he knew he was going to die. And that made her run through the lab until she found a paper and pen. Stares be damned.
She smiled through her tears of happiness, her small hope growing, hoping that she wasn't poorly wrong. She couldn't handle it if she was. The smile disappeared quickly, she didn't know who she could trust around here anymore. The less that knew the better.
His limping made everyone stop and stare, deciding the pain was worse even with the two pain killers he downed this morning to get rid of the massive hangover and the pain in his ankle, he still wasn't quite to sure what he did to it, he did know that there was no tattoos on it so he was saved in that department.
"How's your ankle?" Sara asked him from her locker, which to get by her he had to walk down a bit and cross over the bench, because she didn't look like she was moving.
"Do you know what I did to it?" his memory was a little hazy.
He knew he shouldn't have done that pre drinking session at Nick's house. Speaking of which where was that man, he had some alcohol still left at his place, and he paid good money for that.
"You tripped getting out of the cab, on the way to the bar" he tried racking his brain for that memory but came up short.
"Please tell me I didn't make a fool out of myself"
"No, you made a fool out of every body"
"Oh god who's mad?"
"No one"
"What did I do?"
He sang, that song. He remembered now.
After the fourth tequila shot for the four of them, he was feeling no pain, considering the amount he drank before coming to the bar, easy way to get drunk before coming to a bar, have a little pre drinking party at your place, bring what you drink.
It just happened to be karaoke night at this joint, which he still didn't know who chose to come here, but it wasn't bad, and he had been passing up one night stands left and right, because he wasn't interested, who he was interested in was sitting across the table from him, and would get a little mad every time a girl walked by smiling at him.
"Come on Greggo do it" Nick speech had deteriorated over the last couple of hours and came out nothing like the Texan would have said it, sober.
"No you do it" his speech wasn't that much better.
"I'll pay you ten bucks if you do it" Warrick chipped in, Sara on the other hand was quiet and smiling to herself because she knew he would do it. Money or no money.
"I get to chose my own song?"
"Absoltutely"
"Alright"
And he did, three songs later he finally got off the stage but it was the first one that had caught her attention, and she smiled because it was there song.
A/N: No I don't have a song picked out for them, why do you think I left it at that? Two reviews in the first half an hour after I posted, that really made my day. Thanks guys. Had a little trouble with the note, wanted to get across how much he loved her but sound different then everyone else's too. And yes I know the last memory had nothing to do with anything. Don't own.
Little Preview from next chapter... she saw him standing there clear as day in front of her.
