A/N:OK, I finally have sometime off so I'm gonna try to get some updates done this weekend.

And on with the chapter.

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Sara sat frozen on the locker room bench. How had she gotten here?

She couldn't really remember what happened after she got out of the shower, but she had a strange feeling she had forgotten something. Standing up she reached to open her lock. Her hand froze on the number 26. Beating her head against the locker she mumbled to herself, "underwear, God how could I have forgotten underwear". If this wasn't so unnerving, it would have been pretty damn funny. Clicking in the final numbers she opened her locker and placed her jacket inside. The morgue, Doc Robins might have the report done now. A wave of tiredness hit her as she stifled a yawn; wishing she had gotten at least a couple of hours of sleep.

"One foot, then the other, just keep doing that and I'll get through this shift" She thought to herself. Looking up she found herself at the morgue doors. At least her feet knew what to do, she mused to herself. Pasting a friendly smile on her face she pushed herself through the doors.

"So Doc, whatcha got for me" She said in an upbeat tone.

Doc Robins looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers in an equally friendly smile.

"I did some tests to see just how long each of them had been dead. According to the decomposition the brunette Jane Doe, has been dead approximately 2 weeks, The blonde only about 5 days".

Sara's head snapped up from the preliminary she had been reading.

"What?" It was a pointless question, she knew what this meant, the crime scene was no crime scene, it was a dumping ground, which means premeditated murder.

"Did you find the cause of death?" she questioned.

"The COD was suffocation, the broken neck was post- mortem"

"On both"

"Yep"

Sara's stomach sank. She knew the implications of this, there was a good chance that meant a serial killer was on the lose. There was something familiar about these killings, God, there had been so many cases lately, could she have investigated a killing like this just a little while ago. Rubbing her temples, she wished again she had gotten some sleep so she could remember, those damn dreams. Her hands stopped in mid motion. Oh God, oh God, oh God, this could not be happening. Letting her now shaking hands drop to her side, she called o0ut to Doc Robins.

"Was there anything else" she asked trying to keep her voice steady.

"Yes, I was just getting to that, both Victims have a patch of hair missing from the base of their sculls" he said looking up to Sara.

Noting the fresh paleness in her skin, Robins asked concerned "Sara is are you OK".

Sara tried to focus her eyes, she could see doc's mouth moving but it sounded like they were on separate sides of along tunnel. The last thing she saw was the blurry form coming closer to her before everything went black

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Nick was making his way to the break room, when he saw Greg rush past him, with two EMT's in tow

"Wow, Greg, what's going on" Nick worried

"It's Sara, she passed out in the morgue" He said quickly before he dashed off showing the EMTs were to go. Regaining from the shock Nick took off after the group, by the time he got to the morgue the EMTs were already treating an irate Sara.

"Will you get that out of my face, I'm fine" She said swatting away an oxygen mask. The girl obviously had good sense since she gave up trying to force it on Sara.

"Sara, what happen" Nick questioned from the door way.

Sara looked p in surprise.

"Nick what are you doing here" She questioned confusion written on her face.

"I heard from Greg you passed out, are you OK" He said steeping close enough to Sara he could almost touch her.

Getting up from the ground and pushing of the helping hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I've got a bit of the flue, mixed in with low blood sugar with a good helping of no sleep, everything just kinda hit me in one moment" She said looking away.

Sara shot him a pointed star when he opened his mouth to lecture her. Giving up on a doomed battled he just said, " Well I can't do anything about the flue but why don't I buy you something to eat my shift doesn't start for an hour any way".

"I can't I've got work, Gris won't…" she was cut of by Nicks waving hand.

"He won't let you pass out again either, he won't mind, plus how many hours of over time have you put in this week anyway, one less hour won't kill you" her bartered.

Sara looked back at the bodies, there was so much work to do, it was all happening again, there would be more killings, she had to prepare, no more could die because she couldn't stop him…

Nick watched as she swayed slightly and paled again.

"Sara this isn't up for discussion" he said grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the morgue.

Trying to pull her hand away she cried "I can't there's too much to do" They will die if I don't help them, she added to herself.

"Sara you can't help them" Nick said in concern. Sara started wide eyed, did he know what she was thinking.

"What" she whispered.

"You said, they'll die if you don't help them, Sara, honey, their already dead" he said taking her hands in his, as he looked at her in concern, his eyes flickering to the morgue.

Sara swallowed, she said that out loud. Emotions started to elope her, her chest started to contract, she needed air.

"Nick, please get me out of her" she said in a small voice.

Nodding, still holding a hand he lead her from the building.

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A/N: Ok no creepy visions in this one, but he hallucinations will get worse and t will get creepy I can promise that. I'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP, probably tomorrow.