A/N: An apology in advance for the very long delay. :smile:
Sara still lay motionless under the water that now rose over the ledge of the tub. Her eyes moved beneath her eyelids, flickering back and forth remembering the horrors of long ago. Her arms grasped at hands that no longer held her beneath the surface of the water. She opened her mouth to scream out at the shadow that came from her past, and water yet again filled her lungs. Only within this reality did Sara strike up and choke out the water that held her lungs and throwing up the emptiness of her stomach. Her lungs burned as she breathed in new breaths and her throat burned of the bile that escaped her stomach.
Her hair lay plastered to the sides of her face, curls springing at the bottom. Each breath she took flashed a memory. A smile of her old friends. The cruel face of her father. The pity of her mother. The bruises of her childhood. The friendships of her co-workers. Sara rose from the blood stained water and touched the soft flesh of her wound on the back of her head. She grimaced as nausea gripped her senses but receded as she took away her hand and placed it on the cold tiled walls. The water that came from the shower heads now, was icy cold, but Sara did not react because her body had already gotten used to the chilled water when she lay beneath it. Her breath was still ragged as she stood within the middle of the tub, letting out clouds of smoke as she breathed out like in a winter storm.
This time she did not pay much attention to the camera, for she knew that they could only watch as of now. She began to hit the tiled walls, hoping to find a weak spot, but she did not. However what she did find was a smooth surface that was revealed to her after she struck one of the two longer walls that did not have the shower heads mounted upon them. When Sara struck this wall tiles crashed down into the water beneath her reveal a smooth surface, causing Sara to curse out loud. She turned around and looked up to the camera pointing towards the wall and said, "It's Plexiglas."
If they were in fact watching her, Sara was going to make dame sure that she would help them and herself as much as she could.
Relief passed over the warehouse when Sara seemingly came back to life for the second time that day. Thrashing back into the world that today it seemed, wanted her out of it. Tension rose and fell in intervals within the warehouse as the team watched and listened to there only remaining connection to Sara.
As she rose for the second time from the depths of the water and felt her wound, her gasp barely reached their ears. They watched as she felt around her surroundings yet again and broke apart one of the walls. They heard Sara curse and turn toward them pointing towards the wall she had just broken down and say roughly, "It's Plexiglas."
Everyone within the warehouse started to speak at the same time; voicing opinions of what they should do next, but were all silenced when Greg stood up and shouted at them. "Would you all shut the fuck up, Sara's trying to help us find her and with you all talking we could be missing something important." Greg paused and recovered himself, then continued, "Now, the more sets of eyes we have watching and the more sets of ears we have listening the better."
The room stood stunned and silent, yet they obeyed to the younger mans request and sat back down within their chairs and watched the screen for anything to get them one step closer to finding Sara Sidle.
A/N: I am back, and should hopefully be able to get up chapters for each of my stories quickly, unless like "my supposed to be slightly un-busy spring" ends up to be "my supposed to be slightly un-busy summer" as well. Which I hope doesn't end up being the case but what comes what may.
And as always reviews warm my heart. :smile: