Hello all- I'm on holiday at the moment- but I wanted to update- I hope you all enjoy this, please review let me know! :)
Undertow
(4)
"Sara" Nick looked at her with raised eyebrows his eyes studying her from head to toe to check that she wasn't hurt. She moved the small suitcase she had with her out of the way and tucked her hands into her pockets.
"So is someone going to explain why I have over 40 missed calls and why I came home to find my house had been ransacked? Finn and Morgan were about to process my bedroom... I'm glad you care but I really don't need CSIs checking out my place every time I go off the grid for a few days..." Sara gave them a causal half smile as she moved towards them. Her laid back stance a juxtaposition to the mood that had filled the room. "Even I go on holiday sometimes"
"You're okay?" Brass asked not being able to mask the concern in his voice. He didn't want to admit it to Nick but he had believed Greg's confession despite how ludicrous it had sounded. He himself knew the anger, and anguish that resulted due to love. And despite never having verbalised it had been clear that Greg's feelings for Sara were far more than just a crush. Brass himself had witnessed the way that Greg looked at her despite knowing she had married someone else- that she had already given her heart away. But now, Sara marriage was over, and still she hadn't taken notice of him as more than a friend.
"A bit sun burnt... but perfectly fine otherwise" She beamed sitting herself down waiting for Nick and Brass to follow suit but they didn't. Sara couldn't ignore the look they shared in that moment- it becoming clear that there was a far bigger problem than her unplanned trip to the beach.
"Have you spoken to Greg recently?" Nick questioned in his thick Southern drawl.
"The day I left... We had lunch...Why? Is Greg okay?" She glanced up at them her eyes wide as the most possible scenario's appeared in the forefront of her mind. The last time she had seen Greg, he had been sitting across the table from her, dark circles beneath his eyes- he had looked exhausted but then again it was what the job did to them.
"He's fine..." Brass cleared his throat. "Well he's not hurt"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sara frowned attempting to understand what was happening from the cryptic conversation they were having.
"Greg came forward earlier, and confessed to murder" The detective told her with a sigh, the explanation quickly prompting Sara to get to her feet. Her look of dismay was only met with exhaustion and confusion from the two men.
"Murder?" They had all known each other so long Sara couldn't imagine what would have resulted in everyone being convinced that was the truth. She could imagine Greg blaming himself for a death caused by an accident. He had been suffering headaches recently, excruciating ones that blurred his vision. The darkness and bright headlights weren't a good combination for him- she knew that much.
"Yours..." Brass cleared his throat. "He told us that he raped you and afterwards he panicked and didn't know what to do, so he smothered you and dumped your body in Lake Mead"
"That's clearly not true...I'm here" Sara gave a humourless laugh finding herself confused. She didn't understand how they could take any of this seriously- it was Greg after all they were talking about.
"Has Greg ever...acted inappropriately with you?" Nick enquired with a shrug.
"No" Sara replied firmly.
"Sara...you don't need to be ashamed... it's not your fault" Brass urged her to confess to something, anything that would make the situation they had found themselves in make sense. They were looking at her as though she was a victim and it was making her skin crawl.
"There is nothing for me to be ashamed about because nothing has ever happened... Greg wouldn't hurt me... he wouldn't hurt anyone..." She stated glaring at them both attempting to unravel their doubt.
"Okay...Okay... Then why would Greg confess to something he didn't do?" Nick interjected knowing that Sara would soon start accusing them of not knowing Greg, not taking his character into account.
"I want to see him" Sara sighed, straightening her back looking at Brass with pursed lips.
"We can't let you do that" He shook his head glancing at Nick before looking back to Sara. But it was clear that she wasn't going to back down. With a deep breath and a wary look Brass finally agreed "Okay, you have five minutes..."
Sara peered in from door watching Greg as he paced- his hands in his pockets, his eyes focused on the ground. He looked like he always did and she realised that she didn't know what to expect. She opened the door stepping inside the room but still he didn't look up or acknowledge her.
"Greg" Her voice appeared in the air as nothing more than a hoarse whisper. She glanced to the glass partition knowing that there were people watching them waiting to find out what had happened to Greg. He looked up at her like a deer caught in the headlights his body visibly shaking as he swallowed the lump that had built up in his throat. Greg inched forward taking a sip from the glass of water before shaking his head as if attempting to rid himself of a thought.
"She's not here" He muttered in a low voice. "She's not really here. She can't be" He was attempting to convince himself.
"Greg I am here" Sara moved towards him not knowing what to do, or how to act. Greg forced himself to look at her as she stood by his side, his hand slowly reaching out by moving away. "Greg" It was the sound of his name that finally made move again, his fingertips gently brushing against her cheek, tracing down to her neck before resting over her pulse as if to check that she wasn't a ghost.
"You're alive" He whispered leaning towards her as if his feet couldn't keep himself standing. Sara nodded attempting to blink away the tears that had formed behind her eyes. She had never imagined how much it would hurt to see Greg like this. Growing up she had witnessed her mother's episodes- the look of confusion and anguish in Greg's eyes seemed to drag her back to being a child again wanting more than anything to understand what was happening.
"Yes...I'm alive..." She muttered back, waiting for him to react. Greg wrapped his arms around her pulling her into an embrace. His arms were wrapped around her so tightly as if holding on to an air supply.
"I've got a headache Sara..." Greg told her, his lips brushing against his ears. "I've got a really bad headache..."
