Ok, so if you're still reading this then thank you! If you are following please just drop me a line to say what you think and maybe if there's anything you want to be included in further chapters. oh and I wasn't entirely sure on the details of some of Sara's past, so please don't be too mad at me! Some of the character bios say different things

She was standing and her hands were on her face, she was gasping and her hands were shaking. The colour had drained from her face and no air wanted to leave her lungs as she began to panic. All control she had was gone and the room started spinning. Nothing worked, she couldn't think straight and she felt like she was going to pass out. She was just shaking her head and gasping for air.

Gil stood up careful not to crowd her he stayed a few metres back from her, "Sara," he said calmly.

She just shook her head and tears were pouring down her cheeks beyond her control. When she finally took her hands away from her face and held them across her chest, each hand clutching at the opposite bicep, no words came out of her mouth.

Each breath was harder and harder and Gil tried his best to remain calm for her.

It was terrifying seeing his wife, his love and home be so lost and out of control, "Sara, take slow breaths in and out, do them with me," he tried to make his breathing look obvious and he could see her eyes following him but her breathing didn't, "Sara, why don't you sit down, I'm going to get you a glass of water, is there anything else you would like?" he tried to get a response from her but none would come.

She finally let it out, "he was gone, I saw him die, I saw my mother stab him," she was getting louder and almost screaming, "I saw my mother stab him in the chest and watched as they took his body away. I thought bastard was dead," she was getting almost hysterical by this point, "he fucked us all up and he was gone but now I find out he was alive this whole time," she was completely gone now and spit flew from her mouth as she yelled, "he was gone, I was put in care and separated from Alex, but he was alive. He fucking knew where we were. How the hell do I know what else is real? Because every part of my adult life has been based on the premise that he was dead. He made our lives hell and I was glad he was gone. I dealt with that, and now I have to see his body all over again."

She backed up to the wall and slid down it, "It's not fair. Why couldn't he just have stayed dead?" She sobbed.

He sat next to her on the floor and held her as she sobbed into his chest and got tears soaked into his shirt. With every breath she took he could feel her whole frame shake and her hands wouldn't leave their tight grasp on her arms still. They stayed there for longer than either of them realised. By the time she'd stopped crying she just lay there with her head in his lap. Gil rubbed her back and stayed silent. There was nothing he could say to help at this point. He knew as much as she did, probably less. He helped her stand and got her to the bedroom. She was so weak, she had no energy and he sat her on the bed while helping her change into an old t-shirt of his to sleep. He lifted her arms through the holes and then her legs up into the bed.

After getting changed himself he got in beside her and brought her body closer to his. She was cold and slightly shaking still, but he held her like he would never let her go. Gil wasn't aware how much that was helping Sara, he was a stable part in her life, and had seen her through so much. She fell asleep finally, Gil could tell because she released the tight grip on his t-shirt. Soon after her, he nodded off himself.

"Sara baby, go to your room, your dad's pulling up in the driveway and he didn't get another job today," her mother spoke affectionately, but not lovingly in Sara's young eyes.

She wasn't fast enough though. Her father burst through the door with the worst expression possible on his face. He sat down at the table and his wife, Sara's mother placed a plate of food before him. He tasted it and threw it against the wall.

"I'm sorry b-baby I-I tried to make it right," her mother pleaded but didn't look directly at him.

He didn't move, he just sat there quietly talking, "I ask you to do hardly anything Laura, what do I ask you to do? Hardly anything. And I come home from a day out looking for work and all you had to do was make me dinner, you had to make one plate of food for me, and that was too much to ask. What did you do all day? You did nothing, and I was working hard all day. And why is Sara here? She should be upstairs. I don't want her near me."

Sara turned to leave but her father grabbed her 9 year old arm and twisted it. She didn't reply, just stood there and took it as the tears poured down her face. She'd long since learnt that fighting back wouldn't work. He smiled and pulled her to him. He kissed her forehead and let her go.

"Sara, Sara," Gil shook her shoulder and tried to wake her, "Sara honey,"

She opened her eyes and grabbed his chest.

"You were shouting in your sleep," he held her again, "do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head but answered anyway, "I haven't dreamt about my family in years, why did this have to come back to me, I dealt with this."

Over the next few days Sara didn't go into work. She barely spoke but Gil made sure she did tell him how she was feeling. She tended to internalise everything. They ate, watched movies, and went for walks, anything to keep occupied. Sara had explicitly said she wanted to be a part of the investigation, but she couldn't sleep properly, nothing seemed to work. So she stayed away.

Then one of the days Nick called by the house and said that they wanted her to come and answer a few questions, they'd been in contact with the Detectives in Tamales Bay. He said that he would be the one interviewing her, but if she wanted a stranger then that was fine.

She nodded and said she would come over in an hour.

She got dressed and ready, had some dinner and went with Gil to the lab. He'd insisted on accompanying her.

When she got there, she sat in a soft interview room with Nick and a detective she'd not met before.

"Hi Sara, this is Detective Mason from San Francisco,"

They exchanged hellos.

"Ok, so we've confirmed that the DB was your Father, Henry Sidle, and we've been reinvestigating the murder that occurred before," Detective Mason spoke, she was stern and reminded Sara of Sofia a little, "we exhumed the body that was thought to be your father's previously. He was a familial match to your father, we believe it was a brother of his, and Henry had been living under his name,"

"James," Sara said quietly.

"Yes," Nick nodded, "We're going to ask you to tell us everything you remember from that night. Sara, if you don't want to talk, you can just walk out, you don't have to tell us, and if there is someone you'd rather talk to then you can just say."

Sara smiled slightly at him, he was always so kind, "no its ok Nick, and I need to help in any way possible, I need to find out what happened."

"Ok," Detective Mason took out a notepad, "start at the beginning of the evening."