A/N No you're not dreaming this is an update, shocker I know! It's been forever, and the some, since I last updated, but here it is the next instalment. Enjoy!
All the people Sara loved sat around her now waiting for an answer. An answer she had prepared a million times, an answer she had now forgotten.
"Wow, this is harder then I thought it would be." Sara said with tears in her eyes.
"I had it all prepared, what I was going to say, and I can't remember what it was now. I've never really told anyone this I guess I was ashamed. Up until recently I always thought it was my fault, I know I'm not making sense right now but I will."
"I'm the youngest in my family, my brother is six years older than me. We were always close, me and my brother, we kind of had to be. My dad was a good guy or at least he tried to be. When I was four something happened him that made him change. He'd get angry at the smallest of things, he started drinking more, and he turned into a different man. The fights got longer and louder."
"I think I was just after turning five, when he hit my mom first. It scared him, we didn't see him for a week after but he came back, all apologetic, he said he never meant to hurt her, that he would change, get help, stop drinking. He tried but it didn't last long. The drink returned, along with the fights. It was just after Halloween when we first went to the ER. It was the first of many. 2 broken ribs, she claimed she fell down the stairs, he had actually pushed her, she fell, he kicked her."
"For the next two years it continued, the drinking, the fights, the trips to the hospital. He never laid a hand on my brother or me, it was always mom. But that changed right before my eight birthday. I was in the kitchen reading, mom was making dinner, he came home drunk, which was nothing new. First thing he saw was me reading. I don't know why but it set him off, before I could blink the book was thrown across the floor and I was being held up against the wall, I remember I broke free but he caught me and twisted my arm really hard, then everything went still, his grip loosened and I mad a run for it to my room. A few hours later a cop found me in my wardrobe with a broken arm.
"My mom killed my dad, the knife she was using to chop the veg was used to stab him, multiple times. She was sent to jail for ten years and I was in a foster home for my eight birthday on my own."
Everyone sat in stunned silence. No one knew what to do, where to look or what to say. How do you react to a bombshell like that?
Sara starred at the family in front of her. She was afraid that she would only see pity reflected in their eyes, and that was not something she wanted.
"The reason I told you this," Sara said breaking the deafening the silence. "Is because you guys are the closest thing I have to a family and I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to feel sorry for me; enough people in my life have done that. I just wanted you to understand why I left so suddenly. It wasn't anything to do with Gil," She said looking at Greg. "It was to do with me. The victims I saw reminded me of me, I should have been where they were and I wasn't. Living with ghost's just became too much for me, so I left. But I am back and I'm back to stay."
The silence returned.
Gil wrapped his arm around Sara supporting her the only way he knew how. This was a huge thing for Sara and he had never been prouder of her.
"I don't think we were expecting that!" Catherine said breaking the silence. It was clear she was up set. "I always said you were a survivor." She said blinking away the tears.
A small smile graced Sara's lips; she was still waiting for the others to react.
"We never judged you on why you left Sara, I think we all had different reasons on why you left but we never judged you. I think we all blamed Natalie for it, well some more then others." He said as he smiled. "We don't care about your past, we care about you, we love you for who you are not for where you're from or who you are married to. Your past is your past it doesn't define you. I know that better then anyone. You were put through hell twice and you came out the other side, Sara. And whether you like it or not we are gunna be part of your future. We have always been a family, and now that your back its full again. We will always have your back Sidle, I mean Grissom." And with Warrick's final words the silence was broken.
A/N Im thinking of just leaving it her, I kind of had writers block for this chapter and I deleted the previous one because I was not happy with it at all, so here it is finally. Let me know what you think and whether I should continue. Thanks for reading.