Chapter 11-Saved

After a few interviews and numerous cups of coffee, the CSI's on the case were able to piece together the story based on their evidence and witness accounts. In the end, they decided that the two female CSI's were definitely nothing but victims in this, so they were released. Darien, on the other hand, was held for further questioning. Catherine and Sara stood nervously behind the two-way glass, listening intently to the interview that was taking place.

"Mr. Thorn, how exactly do you know Miss Sidle?"

A detective with a bushy moustache asked Darien. The male nurse was so entranced by following the bouncing 'stache, he almost didn't hear the question.

"Wha? Oh, uh..well, can I be honest with you?"

Bushy-moustache-man crossed his arms across his vast chest.

"Certainly."

Darien scratched nervously at a spot on his wrist.

"Well, I've kinda had a crush on Sara ever since she moved here, and I'd never really gotten up the courage to talk to her until last night. And, as it turns out, that the was the best timing I've ever had in my entire life. I mean, what would've happened to her if I hadn't shown up?"

Sara put her hand to her mouth, nodding slowly.

"Oh my God he's right."

Catherine glanced over at her.

"Right about what?"
Sara turned to her, a look of comprehension on her face.

"I'd be dead right now if it wasn't for him."

As soon as Darien walked out the door of the interrogation room, Sara ran up and grabbed him in a bone-crushing hug.

"You saved my life."

She whispered, holding him tight. He laughed loudly, despite his crushed lungs.

"Yeah, I sure did. So how 'bout you save mine by letting me breath?"
Sara let go immediately, blushing slightly.

"Sorry..."

Darien put an arm around.

"Don't worry about it. Shall we go home and sleep? I-I mean, like, not together, but, like, at our own houses, and..."

Sara smacked him playfully.

"Oh shut up. You know full well that I can't go home. I have no front door because somebody kicked it in, remember? Plus there's a bloodstain the size of Texas on my carpet. That's not coming out too easy, that's for sure."

Darien started fishing in his pockets for his keys, trying to distract his attention so he wouldn’t have to look at Sara as he made his preposition.

"Uh, I have a...pull-out couch at home...you could sleep at my place?"
Sara smiled as they started off down the hall towards the front entrance.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

THE END...FOR GOOD