This is a really short chapter, but I'm getting close to the end now. I'd just like to say an absolutely MASSIVE thank you to RosePetal7, leggomygreggo, ElislinCSI and crimescenecriminal for sticking with me from the beginning, despite the fact I've been a terrible updater and awful at getting round to replying to reviews (I really did plan to reply to them, but then life happened, and that sucked :p). Thank you to every reviewer, follower and favouriter of this story! Much love and I hope you all had a fabulous Christmas, and have a great end of 2013 if I don't manage to update before that!
And on with the show...
Maybe she deserved this; him ignoring her. But she had fallen for him, head over heels. "God Greg pick up the damn phone." she outwardly cursed.
Sara was walking past the locker room and heard Morgan. She cautiously entered the room, Morgan sounded really pissed off, and she didn't want to provoke her bad mood any further. "Morgan? You okay?"
"Do I look okay?" she said in a slightly sarcastic, but angry tone. Sara retreated slightly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap, I'm just annoyed, and worried."
"Why?"
"Greg isn't taking my calls. I think he hates me." She looked so sincere, it worried Sara.
"Morgan, sweetie. I'm sure he doesn't hate you. Look I'll call him, I'll bet he's just busy." Sara pulled her phone out of her jeans and proceeded to dial Greg's phone number. The phone rang for two tones before Sara was greeted with the sound of Greg's voice.
He answered Sara's call. Given, they had known each other for longer, but this was just proof he had been avoiding her. She could see Sara nodding and mumbling things such as 'umh' 'uh huh' and the occasional 'yup' and 'ahhh'
Then Sara stood and went to take the call outside. What ARE they talking about? He definitely hates me. She suddenly noticed that tears were streaked all down her cheeks. She grabbed her bag from her locker and practically ran out of the lab. She hopped into her car and headed home. She was planning to ring Catherine and ask her if she could stay at hers again. Even though she figured Catherine would say yes she still had to swing by her own place to pick up some things.
Catherine wasn't picking up her phone either, what was it with people and avoiding her phone calls today? She figured that Catherine was working, she knew that her job could be very taxing, she would just try her again once she got home.
After the long car journey she finally arrived at her apartment building. She headed up the 2 flights of stairs and pulled her key out of her pocket. Much to her surprise her door was already open. She pushed on the door gently and cautiously stepped inside, wishing that she had her gun on her.