Chapter Title: Somewhere I belong

Co-Written by Adpi24 and MissyJane (cause we can, he he)

Disclaimer: We own nothing! Nada, zip, zilch! We don't own the characters or Las Vegas. He he. Heck we don't even own the title Somewhere I Belong. That is strictly property of Linkin Park. We are just borrowing it. Feel free to sue. I'm a poor special education teacher and Missy is a poor student who starts student teaching in the fall.

AN: Missy and I just were bored and decided to write a fun story. We were gonna wait until she came to visit me in 3 weeks but vetoed that idea. Which I guess is good for y'all.

I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've held so long
(Erase all the pain till it's gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong

Sara was excited.

For the first time since "Grissom imposed" mandatory use of vacation time. Grissom had told her she must take her 6 weeks of saved up vacation time and "think about" what she had done (driving drunk) and find a "new hobby".

So here she was at the YWCA waiting for her self-defense class to start. Tonight was the night that the man wearing the "body suit" would be present. She couldn't wait, she had so much anger built in and she was waiting to unleash it! In fact, she wanted to be the first to kick this guy's ass.

Sara walked into the room and glanced around. There were several women standing around. All of them were different shapes and sizes. She was five minutes early but she really didn't feel like speaking to anyone. She was afraid that she would let loose some of her anger and that wouldn't be fair to the other women. Nope, she's gonna wait for the guy to come. She almost felt sorry for him, almost, after all it was his decision to do this in the first place. So if he wants to get his ass kicked by a bunch of women, then all she could say was go for it.

Sara sat back and thought about the first time she attended the self-defense class, it was nearly one month ago. The class met twice a week, on Monday's and Wednesday nights. The first couple of class were, in all honesty, quite boring for Sara. She was already trained in weaponless defense, but when she came to the YWCA to "find new interests" for her life she was told that the "dummy" would be in the class. She immediately signed up knowing that eventually she would be able to express her repressed rage to some poor sap.

Her instructor walked in. Vivian was around six feet tall and had massive muscles. She had told them on her first day that one of her goals in life was to be on American Gladiators, but she got sick and had to drop out. Sara stood up and they began the session by doing some exercises. Sara didn't want to exercise. She just wanted to hit something tangible instead of air she had been hitting in the previous classes. After they finished exercising, Vivian called in the guy. He was wrapped in so much padding that he looked like he could take on a Sumo wrestler. Vivian asked for a volunteer to go first.

Sara immediately raised her hand in anticipation of beating up some poor guy, so she could release "repressed anger". Little did Sara know that the "poor guy" in question was none other than her ex-boyfriend, Hank. When he turned around to face her, in the sumo outfit, Sara about lost her temper then in there. It took all her self control not to immediately beat the crap out of him. But the moment Hank said, "hey babe" that self control flew out the window.

Sara immediately balls her right hand into a fist and nails him in the nose. "That's for lying to me", Sara yelled at him. Before Hank has a chance to recover Sara turns and elbows him in the chest while yelling "that's for making me trust you". Sara then turns again to face him, lifts her leg and knees him in the groin. Hank goes down with a thud while Sara screams "AND THAT'S FOR USING ME TO CHEAT ON YOUR GIRLFRIEND."

Sara turns to see a stunned group of women and instructor. She readjusts her hair and fixes her clothing and says "I'm good now, next?"

Sara never felt so rejuvenated in her life. Not only did she finally get to beat up Hank but her anger over he what did had suddenly disappeared. Vivian was telling the class that she was extremely proud of them and their "enthusiasm". She told them she would see them next week. Sara grabbed her bag and headed towards the door. She was saying goodbye to some of the women when she felt a hesitant tap on her shoulder. She turned to see a very bruised and beaten Hank standing behind her. She also noticed that when she turned he immediately took about two steps away from her.

"What do you want Hank?"

"Um, can we talk for a minute but can you promise not to beat me up again?" Hank asked in a quiet voice.

After a moment's thought Sara said "fine." They exited the classroom and moved down the hall as to not block the hallway or the door.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Sara asked

"I'm sorry."

"Excuse me" Sara said taken back by his sincere apology.

"I'm sorry that I used you to cheat on Elaine. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm sorry that I took your trust and then broke it. I know that it is hard for you to trust people and by me breaking your trust I didn't make it any easier and I wanted you to know how sorry I am and that I totally deserved the ass kicking you gave me."

"Hank I do appreciate your apology, I really do, but why now?" Sara asked

"Sara, I was so busy trying to get my life back together after what happened last year and then once I was "better" I would pick up the phone, be ready to dial your number, but in the end I always chickened out."

They stood in silence for a moment before Hank continued, "look Sara, I'm not asking for us to start a relationship again, but I'm hoping that maybe we can start up our friendship again."

Sara thought for a moment and then said "Okay, but the conditions are that we are taking this much slower than we did last time and you have to earn my trust back."

"I completely understand and in all honesty I wouldn't want it any other way." Hank replied. "So as friends, would you like to go out, catch up, just hang out?"

"Sure, what'd you have in mind?"

"So how do you like music?" Hank said with a smile in his voice.

Sara and Hank decided to go to the new bar that was on the strip, neither one had been and they thought it might be a good place to go and catch up. As Hank pulled his car into the parking lot, they noticed a sign outside that read "Karaoke Night Tonight!" Sara smiled and glanced at Hank.

"That sounds like it could be fun."

"Yeah, but I'll warn you now, I can't sing."

Sara laughed. "Even better. Besides karaoke is for people that don't sing well, otherwise we'd all be singers."

"I never thought of that before." He parked his car and shut off the engine. "Are you ready?"

She smiled. "Let's do it."

They got out of the car and walked in the bar. They found a spot near the back of the bar close to the stage. Their waitress walked up and asked what they wanted to drink. Hank glanced at Sara. He had heard about her near DUI and about to mention something when Sara asked for a beer. Hank smiled. "Make that two."

The waitress smiled and left them. Sara turned her attention back to Hank before he could comment, she stopped him.

"Look, I'm not a drunk and I don't have a drinking problem. I just wasn't thinking clearly that night."

Hank raised his hands in surrender. "I wasn't going to say anything. I heard about what happened through a friend of mine. He's a cop and he mentioned it to me."

"Could we drop this please? This is supposed to be a fun night for us. Let's not ruin it by arguing."


The waitress came back and handed them their beers. They drank and talked for a while. They were on their second beer when the karaoke contest began. The first person to sing was a man in his late twenties. He began singing Stupid Girl by Cold. Sara listened to the lyrics and felt that there was some truth in them. After the fourth person finished singing, Sara convinced Hank to go up and sing. She had no idea if he could carry a tune or not. He stood up and walked on the stage. He told the DJ what he wanted to sing and pretty soon the song Rest in Peace came on. Hank began singing:

I died
So many years ago
And you can make me feel
Like it isn't so
But why you come to be with me
I think I finally know
You're scared
Ashamed of what you feel
And you can't tell the ones you love
You know they couldn't deal
But whisper in a dead man's ear
That doesn't make it real
That's great
But I don't wanna play
'Cause being near you touches me
More than I can say
And since I'm only dead to you
I'm saying stay away
And let me rest in peace

Let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole six foot deep
I can lay my body down
But I can't I know I should go
But I follow you like a man possessed
There's a traitor here beneath my breast
And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed
If my heart could beat it would break my chest
But I can see you're unimpressed
So leave me be and let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole six foot deep
I can lay by body down
But I can't find my sweet release
So let me rest in peace
Why won't you
Let me rest in peace find my sweet release
So let me rest in peace
You know
You've got a willing slave
And you just love to play the thought
That you might misbehave
But til you do I'm telling you

Stop visiting my grave
And let me rest in peace

Sara was shocked the entire song. She couldn't believe how well Hank could sing. She started wondering what other hidden talents he had. Hank came back and sat down. "Sorry if I embarrassed you."

"Embarrassed? No, I'm impressed. I do have one question, where did that song come from?"

"Oh." His face turned red. "It' Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Actually, it was the musical episode."

"I didn't know you liked Buffy."

"Yeah, I have the first six seasons on DVD. I can't wait for season seven to come out."

"So, what got you into watching it?" Sara took a drink of her beer.

"Three words Sarah Michelle Gellar." Hank smiled. "I actually wanted to be a guest star on the show. I would have loved to have been Buffy's date."

"I think you would have to fight Greg over that one. I've heard him mention Sarah Michelle Gellar a few dozen times."

They sat and talked and listened to other people sing. "Your turn Sidle."

Sara's face turned red. "You don't want me to sing."

"Oh yes I do and if you don't get up there, I'm going to pick your song."

She flashed him the infamous Sidle glare. "You wouldn't." She challenged.

He stood up. "You look like you can jam out to Spice Girls."

"Okay, okay. I'll go." She pulled him back down on his seat. She stood up and headed toward the stage wondering what she could possibly sing. She broke out into a huge grin. 'I've got the perfect song.' she thought to herself. She waited for the music to cue and then began singing:

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I think I did it again
I made you believe we're more than just friends
Oh baby
It might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean that I'm serious
'Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me
Oh baby, baby

Oops!...I did it again
I played with your heart, got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops!...You think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent

You see my problem is this
I'm dreaming away
Wishing that heroes, they truly exist
I cry, watching the days
Can't you see I'm a fool in so many ways
But to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me
Baby, oh

Oops!...I did it again
I played with your heart, got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops!...You think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Oops!...I did it again to your heart
Got lost in this game, oh baby
Oops!...You think that I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent

Oops!...I did it again
I played with your heart, got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops!...You think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent

Oops!...I did it again
I played with your heart, got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops!...You think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent

When she finished, she walked back to her table, sat down, and took a drink of her beer. She didn't want to look at Hank at the moment even though she could feel his eyes boring into her.

"Just say it." She replied.

Hank laughed. "Where do I begin? First, Britney Spears? I don't even know where to start with that one and second, was there a hidden message in there for me somewhere?"

"You know, I think I'm going to let you ponder on that for a while. As for Britney, that was the first song I could think of that I knew all the lyrics to."

"Yeah right. Come on admit Sidle, you're a closet Britney Spears fan. I bet you have all her CDs hidden in a box under your bed."

Sara smiled. "You caught me. They're right in there with my Backstreet Boys fan club membership card."

Hank nodded. "I can't wait til I tell the guys." He grinned widely. "I bet Greg would love to discuss the world of pop music with you and I'm sure Nick and Warrick would love to hear your version of Oops I did it again."

"Oh Hell no!" She swore. "You're not telling a soul about this night. Understood?"

"What'll happen if I do?" Hank questioned her with mock seriousness.

"You might end up losing an important part of your anatomy."

"I thought you liked that part of my anatomy." Hank said with a smirk

Sara sighed at him, "I never said I didn't like it, because I did, but you would still lose it."

"Have another beer Sara. It'll loosen you up."

She shook her head no. "And get me drunk enough to forget this conversation. Not going to happen my friend."

Hank sighed. "Okay, fine. I promise I will not tell anyone that you're a closet Britney Spears fan or that you like my anatomy. I won't, however, promise this night didn't happen."

"In that case, do I get to tell everyone that I kicked your ass first?" Her face broke into a huge grin.

"One condition."

"Name it."

"If you don't tell the others what I sang."

Sara exhaled. "I was really hoping you'd forget that. I'm sure you and Greg would have had a lovely time singing about your 'girlfriend'."

"You know what, maybe I should tell the guys about your singing talents. Maybe that way they can help me convince you to wear skimpy clothes and do a performance for us."

"And maybe we'll dye your hair and bury you in a hole six feet deep."

Hank took a drink of his beer. "Alright, fine, you win. We'll keep this to ourselves for a while."

Sara shot him a triumphant grin. "I knew you'd see it my way."

They talked for another thirty minutes before they both had to leave. Sara needed to go home and get some rest as did Hank. They made their way back to Hank's car.

"If you want I can drop you off at your apartment and come get you sometime tomorrow to pick up your car."

"That's okay. I really should get my car in case something comes up." She replied as Hank opened the door for her.

"No problem." He shut the door and walked around his car and got in. They drove back to Sara's car in silence. Hank pulled up beside it. "Thanks for going out with me tonight."

"You're welcome. I had fun."

He smiled. "Me too. Maybe we can do this again someday."

She nodded. "Maybe." She opened the door and got out. "Be careful driving home."

"You too. Have a good night Sara."

"I will. Good night."

Hank watched as Sara got into her car, backed up, and drove away. He waited until he couldn't see her car anymore until he finally headed home.

Authors Notes: So go ahead and hit that review button, you know you want too. Seriously let us know what you think. We are both die hard N/S shippers, so don't forget that, but with story we have three more chapters that are already written and Hank is looking pretty good. We would love your feedback on this story. If you want Sara with Hank, let us know. If you want her with Nick, again let us know. Also, those will be the only two ships in the story.

Also, sorry if we spelled Britney's name wrong. Niether of us are fans of hers so spelling her name correctly is not at the top of our priority list.

Brianna & Missy