Chapter two

Sara had always wanted to be a Fed not that she hadn’t loved her job in Vegas, but times change, circumstances change.

“People change,” voicing her thoughts.

Turning the key in her apartment Sara picked up the post. A package from Vegas, Nicky’s writing. She sat down and opened the package.

A little something to remind you of your favourite cowboy

Miss you, please visit soon

Nick x

Unwrapping what appeared to be a CD Sara burst out laughing as she flipped it over, Garth brooks. Nicky I gotta love you. Placing it in the player she threw off her coat and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Settling down with the latest Forensic Journal she hit play.

In another's eyes, I'm someone who

Loves her enough to walk away from you

I'd never cheat and I would never lie

In another's eyes, yeah

In another's eyes, I can do no wrong

He believes in me and his faith is strong

I'd never fall or even compromise

In another's eyes, mmm

But men always do, men always fall and I always fall for fallen men.

In another's eyes

I'm afraid that I can't see

This picture-perfect portrait

That they paint of me

They don't realize

And I pray they never do

'Cause, ev'ry time I look

I'm seein' you

In another's eyes

Oh, in another's eyes starin' back at me

I see a sinkin' soul tryin' desp'rately

To turn the tide before it dies

In another's eyes, yeah

And what they don't see

Lord, it's killing me

It's a blessing and a curse

That love is blind

'Cause, in another's eyes

I'm afraid that I can't see

This picture-perfect portrait

That they paint of me

They don't realize

And I pray to God they never do

'Cause, ev'ry time I look

I'm seein' you

In another's eyes

In another's eyes

In another's eyes

Tears slowly rolled down Sara’s face landing delicately almost like snowflakes on her chest. Sara cop on to yourself he lied you left. Deal with it. But it was hard, very hard. She had tried dating, she had no problem getting a date but no matter how hard she tried it seemed he haunted her. She awoke one night and swore she felt him beside her, but it had only been a dream. She knew he was teaching in Ireland, he had run but could she blame him, after all she had done the same. Sara you ran away, like a child you ran, but he didn’t leave me much choice. Does he know where I am? Catherine and the team knew, she had asked discreetly that they didn’t tell him, but they still held a huge loyalty to their old boss.

Picking up the phone she dialled a very familiar number after two rings it was answered.

“Willows”

“Cath its Sara just wanted to say Hey.”

“Well Ms. Sidle how are you? How are the Fed’s looking after you since we spoke last?”

“Excellent, just pulled another double though. Beer was the only option, and Garth Brooks would you believe?”

“Nicky,” Catherine laughed. “He’s been blasting it all over the lab for weeks, it’s almost worse than Greg’s Metallica.

Laughing was something Sara missed, laughing over totally irrelevant useless things. She didn’t get to laugh at much now.

“Sara?”

“Yeah”

“Why did you really phone?” Cath always knew.

“To catch up how’s Linds?”

“SARA”

“Em…well…..”

“He’s teaching in Ireland but I presume you already know that. He’s not happy, he pretends he is, but he misses you Sara. He really does.”

After a brief pause to digest Catherine’s words Sara replied, “Catherine, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For knowing exactly what to say, you’re a true friend.”

Attempting to brighten the mood “Anything to help; now I think you need the latest gossip.”

“Fill me in.” Sara smiled.

“Well Greg has officially embarrassed himself no less than ten times by continually asking our new CSI Kira out. I don’t have the heart to tell him she’s gay. I might get Warrick to do the dirty work.”

“Dirty work, hey Cath I heard Warrick has been doin a bit of that for you lately.”

Catherine almost choked, “How…how do….”

“Ah I have my sources, remember my good friend Hank. Well I ran into him in the centre of Town last week. He said he’d seen the two of you at the Ramparts. Getting it on I think were his words.”

“That boy was always so mature.” Sara couldn’t miss the bitter resentment in Cath’s voice and she appreciated it.

“Don’t worry your secret’s safe with me. Thanks again Cath.”

“Call soon, sooner this time.”

“Bye.”

Sara slumped back into the sofa. He misses me; well that makes two of us.