Chapter 9

She was running at hard as she could. She knew it was late, and she shouldn't go out at this time in the day, but she was mad at Gil.

"Jonathan," she said seeing him sitting on the bench waiting for the bus. She remembered she had taken him to her house. He must have his car at the diner.

He looked up, surprised at her being here.

"What are you doing her, Sara? It's to late for you to be out," he said with concern in his voice. She sat beside him on the bench.

"Gil and me had a fight," she shivering a little at how cold it was at night. Jonathan noticed that she was cold.

"Here take my jacket," he said putting the jacket around her.

"Thanks," she said smiling.

"So are you going back to the diner?"

"My home," he said softly.

"What about your car?"

He frowned. "I don't have a car. I like riding the bus," he said trying to smile.

"Johnny, please tell me what happened that day? The bus won't come until another hour."

"Only if you let me walk you home," he said standing up and holding out his hand for her to take. She got up and entwined their hands.

Flashback

"Come on let me take you home since Jeff is not here," the young version of Johnny, said as he saw Sara sitting on a bench outside the school.

She looked up from the book she was reading to see Johnny walking towards her. He had just gotten out of school also. The junior high and high school were located right next to each other, so Sara would usually wait for her brother or Johnny.

She got up and went by his side as they started walking. They passed through a crowd of high school kids in front of the school, and his hand slipped around her waist, to hold her closer and not lose her in the crowd. He felt her shiver at the contact of intimacy, and his eyes went to her own. She glanced at him also, and he saw her eyes darken in a loving way.

She slid her hand down to his and laced their fingers together.

End of Flashback

"You going to tell me Johnny," she asked as she squeezed his hand.

Flashback

Jonathan had gone straight for Sara's Bed & Breakfast Inn, when he found out what her father did to her. He made sure was she safe in his home and went to talk with her father. Jonathan had met her parents on few occasions. Sara was usually at his house, or they were somewhere else. He was usually at Sara's house when he was hanging out with her brother.

He had never seen her father or mother yell or scream. He guessed the abuse was kept quiet in the family. When he reached the door and was about to knock, he heard yelling.

"You are not going to hit Sara again, Steven," Laura Sidle screamed at her husband.

"Who is going stop me Laura?" He heard Mr. Sidle slur. He was drunk.

"I have had enough of this Steven. This has been going on long enough. You won't touch either of our children again," she said with certainty.

Steven Sidle started to laugh at her. Jonathan shivered at the laugh; it was cruel.

He heard a hard slap against something inside the house. He needed to stop this. He ran in and found Mrs. Sidle on the floor. She was holding her hand over her face with her husband smiling. Mr. Sidle looked rugged and drunk. Jonathan stood shocked for a second.

"Get the hell out of here boy," he heard Mr. Sidle say to him. He saw Mr. Sidle walk to Mrs. Sidle and was about to kick her. Jonathan wouldn't let a woman get abused. He threw a punch at Mr. Sidle, and he went to the ground.

"You son of a bitch," Mr. Sidle groaned out in pain from the floor. He helped Ms. Sidle from the floor.

Mr. Sidle got up from the floor staggering, but he was up.

"Watch out Johnny," Sara's mother shouted at him. Jonathan turned around and was ready. Mr. Sidle pushed himself into Jonathan. Mr. Sidle was tall and a big man over sizing Jonathan. Jonathan wasn't that strong and fell to the floor with Mr. Sidle on top of him. They were wrestling each other.

All of a sudden Mr. Sidle stopped moving and his face grimaced in pain. Jonathan stopped fighting him because Mr. Sidle stopped moving. Mr. Sidle got off of Jonathan gasping for breath. Jonathan saw him turn and saw his back. He had a knife wound in his back. He saw Ms. Sidle with a kitchen knife with blood at the end.

"I told you Steven. You won't hurt them again," she said almost smiling. Jonathan was in shock to move from his position on the floor. He saw Ms. Sidle keep stabbing Mr. Sidle again and again.

End of Flashback

"No," Sara said from the story.

"You're lying," she said separating from him.

"Sara, sweetie, I wish I was."

"Then why take the blame when it wasn't you're fault? I loved you and you left me." He noticed the past tense of her words and cringed from it.

"I'm sorry," he said, which really all he could say.

They were at the townhouse.

"Jonathan, here is my number," she said writing it down for him.

"We'll talk," he said softly. She brought him into a quick hug. He wanted the hug to last longer, but knew it couldn't last.

"Bye, Sara," he whispered.

She went inside and found Gil sleeping on the couch. She checked the time. She was out a lot longer than she expected. She got a blanket and laid it on Gil, then went to the bedroom.

As she got under the covers after changing, she saw Gil leaning on the doorway. She turned the other way, so she wasn't looking at him.

He spoke softly and caring. "Sara, I'm sorry. I overreacted," he told her.

He knew if he didn't make it up to her he would have the couch as his bed for the next week. She turned around and faced him. She needed someone to hold and care for her. The information she had just found out took her off guard.

He could see her eyes were red from crying. He moved to the edge of the bed and sat down. He took her hands in his and kissed her palm.

"You mean the world to me Sara. I won't let anyone take that away. I can't lose you again," he said letting his insecurities fall with his wall.

She pulled him down beside her. She let him hold her. He spooned his body up to her back. His embrace was comforting, but she felt a part of her missing. She pulled him closer. She turned her body so she was facing him. She kissed his lips softly at first. She was then kissing him hard with need.

He didn't complain. He knew something was different about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He didn't like the guy that Sara was with in his home. He knew Sara would never cheat on him, but he was scared. He would ask Brass to do a background check on the guy.

Jonathan White.

When Sara looked into Grissom's eyes, she couldn't help from seeing brown ones that seemed so familiar.

Gil started to move his hands under her shirt. It didn't feel right to her. She pushed him away.

"Stop, I can't," she said pulling away from him. He was really confused by her action. He thought they were fine. Her actions had scared the hell out of him.

"Gil, you didn't do anything. I…" She moved away. He felt as if he had taken advantage of her situation to pleasure himself. He cursed inwardly.

"Sara, I never meant…" She knew that. She felt different. A difference that she wasn't there before.

"Gil, I just need you to hold me. I'm sorry," she said getting closer to Gil again and facing away from him.

"No need Sara. I shouldn't have. I'm the one that is sorry," he said softly pulling her closer again.

She felt herself crying again.