"I'm still alive."
She had never run faster in her entire life, but within seconds she was back in her mother's bedroom. Her mother was still reading the book, but every now and then kept looking out the window and into the front yard as if waiting for Sara to pull up in a taxi.
"Mom." she said as she got on the bed and brought her self next to Laura. "Mom, I need your help." she pleaded. "I'm dying out there!" Sara screamed. She was alive, but it seemed like everything was hopeless, no one could hear her. "Please hear me! I'm begging you..." she cried. She then grabbed a hold of her mother by the shoulders and began to scream, "I'm dying out there, mom! And all you can do is sit there, and read a god damn book!" she was looking into her mother's eyes with her own fiery ones, as she ripped the book from her mother's grasp and threw it. Sounds of shattering glass could be heard as the window shattered. Sara got off of the bed and walked up to the wall, as she rested her forehead against it. What was she going to do? Punching the wall she turned around and looked at the room. It was almost as if nothing had happened. The window was still in tact, and her mom remained unphased, book still firmly in her grasp, with eyes trained on the words inside.
The doorbell soon gained both of the women's attention. Laura, put the book down as the got off of the bed and headed in the direction of the front door. Sara stayed in the room though, as she sat down, pulled her legs up to her chest and began to softly cry.
"Can I help you?" she could hear her mother ask from down the hall.
"I'd like to talk to you about Sara."
That voice. Sara then got herself on her feet, as she quickly wiped her tears and walked towards the door of the bedroom, still listening.
"Ok... and who are you again?" she heard her mother say. Turning the corner and facing the door, she held back a sob.
"Gil Grissom." he said, a bit uneasy.
"Aaah. Yes, Sara has mentioned you on many occasions." Laura said smiling. "Why don't you come on in." she said, as she gave room for him to enter inside. He shyly nodded as he stepped inside and looked around at the small, yet tidy house. He then followed Laura to the right and into a small living room. Sara could only look at him. He had lost weight, and grown back his beard, too. But the features on his face were long and tired.
He had dark circles under his eyes and looked almost ill.
"Oh, Gil," Sara said, trying not to cry. All she wanted to do was run up to him and leap into his arms. It nearly killed her to know she couldn't. After all this time, all she could do was sit and watch. Grissom and Laura had taken seats opposite to each other, a coffee table separated the two pieces of furniture they each occupied.
"So, wh-what happened." Grissom asked Laura, his voice cracking a little bit. Laura inhaled slowly as she told what she had been telling everyone else during the past day. Starting with dropping Sara off and ending with never receiving a call.
"We thought that maybe she was with you, and we just didn't know it." Sara, had been watching the two, while crying. Grissom looked out the window and closed his eyes. "I wish she had been."