Sara then proceeded to run some warm water over her swollen wrist in hope of having the notion help in any way possible. She then began to search through the cabinets of the kitchen, looking for a first aid kit. Finding it, she set it on the table, and opened it, hoping to find something to wrap her wrist in.
"Let me guess," a voice behind Sara made her jump. "Jason?" Laura Sidle seemed to already know the answer to her own question. During Sara's stay with her, she had been filled in on just about everything that he had done to Sara all of those years ago. Laura was also aware of the fact that Sara was trying to help out Emma. Trying, but failing miserably.
"Mom, don't start." Sara simply said. She had heard the lecture before and was not about to hear it again.
"I understand what you're doing, but It's a lost cause--"
"I only went to say goodbye to Emma."
"Yet, you returned with a sprained wrist."
"And I told him not to touch her." Sara added. Laura just sighed.
"Let it go." This cause Sara to snap.
"Let it go? Let it go? Oh no, no, no, no. You did not just tell me to let it go. You of all people!" Sara said as she raised her voice and took a step towards her mother. Laura Sidle sighed and remained silent. Laura was of average height, around 5'5", with dark brown hair laced with grey. She and Sara shared the same eyes, and looked very much alike, besides the gap that Sara had between her teeth. They were even both very stubborn; definately, mother and daughter.
"Sara..."
"It has taken me a long time to get over dad's death, and even what he did to us and the pain he caused, as well as all of the other things that have happened to me since then. But, I do not 'let things go', very easily." Sara said, tears in her eyes.
Damn, no. Not again. She thought to herself, trying to hold the tears back. "Excuse me." Sara says to her mom as she exits the kitchen and walks up the stairs to her 'room' where she closes the door. Sitting on the bed, Sara couldn't help but laugh at herself. She couldn't count, or let alone remember, how many times she had escaped to this room, years ago, when she tried to get away from her family. She layed down on the bed, face up to the ceiling, staring into space. She didn't even notice when her mother opened the door and sat down on the bed next to her.
"You should probobly get your things together," Laura said to her. She offered Sara a small smile, "You don't want to miss you flight." Sara didn't react. She closed her eyes and began,
"I just don't want the same thing to happen to her. I don't want her to just snap one day and kill him." Sara sighed, "I want her to get out of that he11." She said as she let a tear roll down her face and onto the comforter that lay on top of the bed. Sara sat up and faced her mother.
"Oh honey," Laura said as she pulled Sara close to her, "I'm so sorry. I should have left as soon as I had the chance, I'm sorry." She said as she held her daughter close. Staying still for a few moments, they finally parted. "Come on," Laura said, "I'll drive you to the airport."
A half of an hour later, the two of them were entering the parking lot of the airport. Laura stopped the car as she pulled up along the building. "Well, here we are." Laura said. "Now I want you to call me as soon as soon as your flight lands, okay?" This made Sara smile.
"I promise."
"I'll talk to you later, kiddo."
"Bye." And then not a minute later she was watching her mother drive away and was standing all alone.
Here we go, Sara thought as she picked up her bag and headed into the building. Five minutes later Sara was staring at something that caused her some frusteration, she had just been informed that her flight had been cancelled due to the weather.
"Just perfect."
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"Earth to Grissom," Greg said, waving his hands in front of Grissom's face.
"Huh?" Grissom responded; definately in his own little world.
"What are you ordering?" Greg says as he notions towards the waitress standing at the end of their booth, pen and paper in hand.
"Oh, um..." Grissom quickly glances down towards his menu, "I'll just have a coffee, please." he finally orders. The waitress then collected their menus and walked away with their orders.
"Well, you're totally 'with it' today." Catherine teases.
"I'm just tired."
"Just tired?"
"Catherine,"
"Yes?" she asks his, head cocked to the side, feigning ignorance.
"Nothing," Grissom finishes as he shakes his head. Catherine was about to say something when a loud roar of thunder shakes the diner. Moments later, the lights begin to flicker off and back on.
"We better get our food before the power goes completely out!" Nick says, while the lights, once again, flicker off and then back on again.
"Well I'm definately not looking forward to driving in this." Greg says as he looks out at the rain pelting the windows. As they continue their conversation, Grissom zoned out again. His attention was caught by the weather woman on the TV.
"Three thunderstorms are converging and heading right for us. So, up to three inches of rain. They're expected to hit in the next eight hours. Flash-flood warnings have been issued for the city and surrounding desert areas..." the last time he heard those exact words was, "...May 18th of last year was the last time that we had a storm this bad..."
That day, he thought to himself, that horrible day. For a moment all he saw was the miniature, losts of rain, Natalie, the desert, and Sara's limp body laying in her hospital bed. He closed his eyes tight for a moment and tried to shake the images from his head. He felt the beginning of a bad migrane coming on. Just perfect, he thought to himself.