Sarah's POV

"This was the girl I was talking to at the last crime scene. She was our only witness. The case are connected." Horatio stated.

"We did get a name earlier. The suspected murderer, of now two homicides, was Paul Parceton. But the only way we could know if that was him in the car, is if we get a warrant to search his car." I said.

"We need more evidence. The apple isn't enough to get a warrant." Eric pointed out.

"Well, the victim says that he drove a blue Honda Civic. Did you see the car before he left?" Horatio asked both of us.

"Yeah, it was a blue Honda Civic." Eric responded. "So if we can match these tire marks with the ones from the last crime scene, we'll be one step closer to getting a warrant."

"I did license plate before he sped off." I admitted. "It was 43PDP9."

"Looks like you all have enough evidence. Eric, go get the tire marks, I need to speak to Sarah. Eric did as he was told. I wonder what he could possibly need to tell me now.

"Sarah, I need you and Ryan to be very careful around the lab. Now that Stetler knows about the two of you, he's going to make appearances around the lab, just to see if you can stay true to your word. I did all that I can and I was able to let him refrain from giving you the same lecture he gave Calleigh and Eric in the IAB offices. You are to be very, I repeat, very mindful of what you and Ryan do in the lab. Understood?" He asked.

"Yes, Lieutenant." I realized quickly that I haven't called him Lieutenant since the first day. "I mean, Yes, Horatio." I smiled as I quickly fixed my error. Eric had came back from collecting the evidence.

"Ready to head to the lab?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I'm driving, okay?" I told him. He slightly chuckled.

"Why does everyone despise my driving? It's perfectly fine!" He protested.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine if you were Dale Earnhardt Jr. but you're not!" I joked.

"Whatever, let's just get back to the lab." He smiled. We got in the car and I drove to the lab. I got the other evidence and then headed to the DNA lab.

"Walter! It's been so long, how come you haven't been here?" I asked, so excited to see one of my good colleagues again.

"I've been sick with the flu for two weeks. It's been hectic. I had to have gone through, no lie, about 10 boxes of tissues. It was hell." I laughed as he smiled.

"Well I missed you! Here's your welcome back gift." I gave him the DNA envelope.

"Wow. I love the gift! How did you know I wanted tire mark prints?" He joked. He then analyzed both tire mark prints from both of the crime scenes.

"It's a match." He pointed to the screen.

"Looks like I have enough to get a warrant." I said. "Thanks Walter."

"No problem." He stated. I dialed Eric's number.

"Hey Eric, the tire marks are a match to the ones that you found at the other crime scene. I'm headed over to the lawyer's office right now to get a warrant, and then we can go."

"Alright," He spoke into the receiver. "Call me when you're ready."

"Will do." I hung up the phone and walked to the judge's office. After minutes of looking over the files, he finally granted me a warrant. I thanked him, and then left. I called Eric and we met outside at the Hummer. I vowed to drive again, as we already exhibited a near death experience today, and I'm not going for another one. We arrived at the suspect's house. Eric knocked on the door and an elderly woman, possibly the suspect's mom, opened the door.

"Hi, we're looking for Paul Parceton. Would you have and clue as to where he might be?" I asked.

"He's around back working on his car. You can go through the driveway."

"Thank you ma'am" Eric replied. We walked around the back.

"Paul Parceton?" I asked. His head shot up like a deer caught in the headlights. He started to run away, but Eric caught him just in time and handcuffed him. First, I took notice of Paul. He was short and very masculine, like Mark's girlfriend identified. Then, I took notice of his car. It was a blue Honda Civic and the license plate number was the same one as I saw at the scene.

"This is it. This is the suspect." I whispered to myself.

We brought him into the interrogation room. He sat down and muttered silently.

"Mr. Parceton-" Eric started.

"I don't know why I'm here." He cut him off harshly.

"Sure you don't. We'll I'll tell you. You're convicted of murder. The evidence proves it all." I laid out the pictures on the table. I saw the way he looked at me. I certainly became uncomfortable. I looked at Eric, and he looked pissed off, as if he really were my brother. I swallowed the lump that began to harbor in my throat.

"Um, so why did you, um, shoot Mark?" I stuttered.

"Why are you so hot?" He asked.

"Mr. Parceton, answer the question please." I asked.

"Anything you want, beautiful." He winked. I gawked inside. I saw Eric clench his fist. "Mark bought some stuff from me. I asked him to pay me back, he didn't. I gave him a due date. When the day came, and he didn't pay me back, I got pissed. So I shot him." He slouched back in the chair and rested his hands behind his head.

"So why did you kill his girlfriend?" Eric asked.

"She was a blabbermouth. She wouldn't stop crying and I told her not to tell anyone. I found out that she told some officer. So I shot her." He focused his eyes on me once again.

"Damn." He smiled. I rolled my eyes, now being annoyed by the constant blurts. "Do you have a boyfriend? Maybe even a girlfriend?" He smirked. Eric looked like a wild animal, ready to pounce.

"Look kid just shut the hell up, it's not funny anymore. It wasn't funny to begin with." Eric released his anger. "Take him." He signaled the officers to take him. He winked at me one last time. I clenched my jaw.

I groaned and slapped my hand on my head. I looked at Eric. He had fire in his eyes. "Eric, relax. Please. The guy is gone." I began to wonder what would've happened if Eric was really my brother. Would he have hurt him? Most likely. If Ryan was in here, he would've killed him. I guess it's good to know that I'm protected from everyone.

"He's so lucky I didn't punch him." He finally said. I smiled.

"Let's go Eric. You need to get home. And relax. For my sake, my good brother." I shot a smile at him. He grinned back.

"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow." He gave me one last hug. I felt him smile again.

"Bye." I walked downstairs to the locker room. I sat on the bench and took a recap of my day.

My secret was exposed. I almost died. Oh and I was sexually harassed. Beautiful. What's next?

I grabbed my purse and slammed my locker shut. When I turned around, I locked eyes with an unfamiliar face.

"Hi, are you new here?" I asked.

"Something like that. I used to work here a long time ago. I'm Jesse Cardoza. And you are?" He extended his hand.

"Sarah Wilson." I replied. I studied him for a short moment. His hair was jet black, his eyes we dark, on the verge of black as well. He was well built. And his smile was to die for. His tan body shone in the dim light of the locker room. He was truly gorgeous.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You have a boyfriend, remember? My self consciousness reminded me. I mentally slapped myself.

"Nice to meet you," he smiled.

"You also." I hesitantly smiled and then walked up the stairs.

Well at least he works night shifts. You won't have to worry about anything.

As I was walking, I was pulled to the side. Before I could even see who it was, I was kissed with passion, a whole lot of passion. I finally opened my eyes and I realized that it was the only person I really wanted to spend the rest of my day with. Ryan.

"Hey gorgeous." He grinned.

"Hey." I smiled.

"I heard about today. Are you okay?" He asked, with worry in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. If I wasn't for Eric, I would've been dead."

"Yeah I'm glad you're not dead. Do you know how distraught I would've been?" He asked.

"I don't want to know. All I know is that I'm here safe in your arms. And that's where I want to stay." I said to him. I buried my head in his muscular chest.

"Do you want to stay at my place tonight?" He asked.

"That would be great. Let me just get a change of clothes from my house and then I'll be over there." I replied.

"Great. See you there." He gave me one last kiss. I smiled. I was happy to know that I'd be in the arms of someone like Ryan. I drove to my house and packed a bag of all the necessary items I needed. I sang along with the radio as I drove to Ryan's house.

I can make it through the rain
I can stand up once again on my own
And I know that I'm strong enough to mend
And everytime I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith
And I live one more day and I make it through the rain.

As I got out the car, I hummed the rest of the lyrics. I knocked on the door. Ryan answered the door in a pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater tee that showed off his muscles. I grinned and chuckled at the same time. He looked so laid back, yet so hot. He held my waist as I wrapped my arms around him. As the space between us enclosed, I could feel the heat of Ryan's body, burning my soul. It make me realize, even again, that I was really in love with him, and that with him, I could make it through the rain.

I HOPED YOU LIKE IT !

A funny: I'm at the library typing this and the little baby next to me is watching sesame street and everytime the clip ended she'd start yelling, Elmo ! I thought it was soooo adorable :) Oh shoot now this guy that looks like the guy from 6Flags commercial just sat next to me. I gotta go guys lol . R&R !

XOXO- MAYRI