O.K, I'm going to try to update regularly, but I can't promise. This chapter is a little longer.

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Sara's stomach clenched, she was enveloped in a sea of blue. Over half the officers here she didn't recognize. They must have brought in volunteers, she thought to her self. She was only half listening to what the detective was telling her, she didn't need to, she knew what was coming, she'd be just like all the rest. They came to the edge of the river bank. The summers heat had dried it to a barren cracked road. She made eye contact with detective Jack Langdon. His jaw was set in a deep scowl. She took a deep breath preparing herself for what would come. She stepped down onto the path. The bombardment of voices seemed to disappear into a low hum, almost like white noise. She saw a group of people standing in a clump. Words like "Coroner", "Forensics" and "SFPD" were printed on jacket backs. She caught a glimpse of blond hair by one of the peoples feet. Her stomach clenched again. God sometimes she hated this job.

"Sara".

Sara's eyes darted up and found herself looking into the midnight blue eyes of a close friend.

"Is it missing" Sara asked in a low voice.

"Yep, just like the rest", she answered.

"Damn" Sara cursed.

"Yep, damn", The girls voice was colored with sadness, desperation, anger and even fear.

They walked in solemn silence to the group. Stopping she looked down at the girl lying on the cracking ground, her eyes staring up in glassed over emptiness. The coroner tilted the lifeless bodies head to the side, a large chunk of hair had been cut from the base. She was number 6, the sixth in six months. The lifeless girls head snapped to the side, looking her in the eye Sara heard her name come from the lifeless bodies lips.

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Sara shot up out of bed. Her body covered in sweat and the sound of her heart beating was like a drum in her head, she tried desperately she catch her fleeing breath. As the minutes ticked away she could feel herself calm. She had been doing so good, why were the dreams haunting her again. Getting up from her bead she padded into her kitchen. As she stepped out of her bedroom a cool breeze hit her. Stopping for a moment she relished in it, the summer heat was becoming almost unbearable, and having to sleep during the day usually caused her apartment to feel more like a sauna then anything else. Squinting her eyes she grabbed a cup from her cabinet door and waked to the sink, she let the faucet run for a few minutes then placed the glass under the sink. In her newly awoken fog she hadn't noticed the glass was full until the water started to run down her hand. Not looking she the faucet off with her other hand and lifted the glass to her lips. She looked in shock when bright crimson caught her eye. Blood soaked her hand and filled the cup to the rim. In a shocked gasp her hand released the grip on the glass. Her eyes followed the glass as it hit the ground and shattered. The blood seemed to flow from the cup and was consuming her white tile. Her eyes darted to her hand. Panic filled her when her eyes returned to her hand that was now free of any blood. Looking down for some answers the once blood drenched floor was only glistening with water and broken glass. With her shaking hands in her hair her back slid down the refrigerator door.

Sobs and whispers of "I can't do this again" filled the empty apartment.

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Nick couldn't sleep. It was this damn heat wave. If it didn't break soon he knew he would go insane. Rolling over he glanced at his clock. 2:06 glared back at him in violent red numbers. There was no point in going to sleep he would just have to get up in a few hours to get work. Sliding out of bed he walked into his washroom. Stripping the little clothing he could bear to have on in this heat he climbed into the shower. Turning on the water the cold spray was soon beating down on him. He took a deep breath and relaxed in the cooling sensation the water produced. His mind drifted to Sara. She had seemed so preoccupied when he saw her last. He knew if he wanted his friendship with her to be revived he would have to put in the initiating effort. Sara tended to let everything drift away. He knew it wasn't because Sara didn't care about him, it was just that things tend to consume her. By the time it had formed in his mind the decision to drag Sara away to lunch tomorrow had already been made. She was too important to him just to let her slip away.

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It had been 2 hours since the incident and Sara was finally able to pick herself up off the floor. Still shaking she stumbled into the washroom. Numbly she turned on the water and pealed off the sweaty and soaked clothing, and climbed into the shower. Grabbing the soap she scrubbed her body, knowing that no matter how much she scrubbed it wouldn't go away. The horrors of her past still stained her skin.

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A/N: Please review. That's all for now