Hey, so sorry for the wait. Life has been...well, it kinda sucks. Found out my dad's not coming home from the hospital at all now so yeah. Pretty much sucks all around. I'm almost done with chapter 15 but that's about all I have writen. I'm really gonna try and crack down and get some more writing in this week but I also have some family visiting. Pluse school. And life. Eesh...Hope you all had a good thanksgiving. Again really sorry for the wait but thanks for sticking with me.

Kj

Chapter 14 "48 Hours" The Great Escape by Patrick Watson

The silence seemed so loud as he sat alone in the car. His hands gripped the wheel as if his life depended on it. He was never a man to show his emotions, whether they were good or bad, happy or sad. But now, as he sat there, he could not help it as the tears welled up in his eyes.

He couldn't even remember the last time he'd cried. Even as a boy he wouldn't cry often. His mother looked to him to be strong and to be her should to cry on, so he would never let her see him cry if he could help it.

He turned on the radio. Anything to break the silence. Anything to block out the sound of his own breathing.

Suddenly it was as if someone had pressed 'play' and the world around him came to life. The lights of Vegas seemed to grow brighter and the sound of planes flying above him grew louder. He was sucked out of his dreaming and brought back in the realm of reality.

Getting out of the car he grabbed his two suitcases from the back, then closed and locked the doors. He took one last look around him. Breathing in the air. He was doing the right thing. Wasn't he?

Grissom shook his head. Right thing or not ,he had to do it and he was going to. He made his way into the airport. Luckily it was quite slow for that time of day so he wasn't standing around long enough to even begin to consider changing his mind.

When he took the step closer to the teller it was like everything became unbelievably real. This really was happening.

"Where to, sir?" The receptionist asked.

And that was it. That thought he'd been avoiding since he made the decision.

"Sir?"

Sara checked her appearance in the rearview mirror. She looked like crap but of course there was nothing she could do about it now. Her eyes, if it were even possible, had become more red and puffy then they'd been before. Her hair was tangled, frizzy and beyond help. And the dark circles around her eyes were, you guessed it, darker.

There was no use in dwelling over things that could not be fixed, so she took the lip gloss out of her pocket and put a little on. When all else fails, fix the things you can.

Sara got out of the car and instantly felt six eyes staring her down. She tried to act like she hadn't noticed and kept her eyes on the ground as she made her way over to them. Awkward silence engulfed the four of them.

Greg looked at anything but one of them. Nick kept glancing at Sara. Warrick was staring at Nick, trying to give him silent clues to tell him to make the first move. And Sara just looked at her shoes, thinking that it was odd that she'd never realized how many holes were in them.

They stood like that for a few minutes. Letting the Las Vegas sun beat down their backs until Sara finally spoke up. "Well uh I'm gonna head in and tell Cath I'm back. She's probably getting ready to bring out the SWAT team or something."

They all laughed a little at the joke but somehow laughing sounded out of place. Like it didn't belong.

"I'll call you later, kay Sara?" Nick said as she retreated into the lab.

"Sure. See you later." Sara said as she smiled at them.

She kept her head down as she walked though the doors of the lab. People were trying hard not to stare at her but she still felt their eyes penetrating into her soul. Picking up her pace, she prayed that she would find Catherine soon so she could get out of here.

Sure enough her prayers were answered when she saw Catherine head into the break room, so she followed.

"Hey." Sara said softly.

Catherine turned around. When she saw Sara she smiled warmly at her. "Hey."

"So you didn't send out the SWAT team for me, did you?" She said, trying to break the ice a little so Catherine would know she didn't have to tread lightly with her.

Her smile grew at Sara's comment. "No, but I do have to say I was getting a bit worried."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Greg and I, well mostly me, but I just got talking and then couldn't really shut up. But I really didn't mean to be away for that long."

"Don't worry about it, Sara. I'm sure it was good for you talk about things with him. Greg's pretty worried about you know?"

"Heh yeah, I kinda picked up on that. I honestly never knew Greg could be so serious." Sara said.

"You want a cup?" Catherine asked, motioning to the coffee pot beside her.

"Most definitely I think I'm going on 48 hours without sleep."

Catherine sighed as she handed Sara a cup of steaming coffee. "You really need to rest."

"No kidding." The moment the words passed through her lips, she regetted them. "I-I didn't mean that, Cath. It's just-"

"Sara, before you say anything else, stop. You have nothing to be sorry for. You said yourself you've been up for almost 48 hours now and you've been put through an emotional hell. If you weren't a little snappy, then I'd be concerned."

She laughed a little but didn't say anything.

"You wanna talk?" Catherine asked.

"Do you mind?" Sara said hesitantly. She did have things she wanted to talk about but she also felt bad because it wasn't Catherine job to listen to her. In fact it wasn't anyone's job. These were her problems and she was the only one who could deal with them. Although getting them out in the open somehow always seemed to help.

"Sara, if you need to talk, I'll listen. No matter what."

"But it's just-I don't want to burden you with my problems. It feels like I'm weighing you down and that's the last thing I want to do. I really to hate to put you in a situation like this."

"Hello! I am your friend, Sara. I don't care about that stuff."

"Yeah, but that doesn't stop me from feeling guilty about it."

Catherine gave her and exasperated look and Sara smiled weakly at her. "Okay, can you just forget about me for a while and please just talk? You can't keep this stuff inside Sara. It's going to eat away at you."

Sara bit her lip and sighed. "Alright."

Grissom sat on the plane, feeling nervous and somewhat excited. In the past 48 hours he had taken more risks then in all of his life. He'd also done some of the stupidest things too.

He looked at his watch. Sara might be going home soon. And then she would find it. He wondered how she would react. If she would be happy that he was gone, or even more angry at him for leaving. Whatever happens, happens. He couldn't change it now.

And so he sat back and looked out the window as the plane flew over the vast sea. There literally was no going back now. And so as the time passed the farther and farther he got away from Vegas. From bad choices. From mistakes. From broken hearts. From lost love.

And the closer he got to his destination. He didn't know why he picked it. It just seemed like a good place to go. Someplace different. So he made his way to Australia.

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