A/N: Ok, I was hoping for a lil more than one review for chapter 3, but whatever, I'll take it…here's the last chapter.



It's been almost a year since Sara passed away. With the Miniature Killer away for a long, long time everything's different. I transferred to a lab in Colorado awhile back. I just couldn't take going to work everyday without seeing Sara. It just didn't feel right. I still talk with the guys though, they told me Gil quit sometime back. No one has heard from him in awhile aside from Hodges; who is taking one of his online courses again…I could care less if I ever saw my ex-supervisor/best friend ever again.

Lindsey just went off to college in California so with the house being so quiet and empty all the time my thoughts usually are of the past, before everything changed. I keep the only thing I have to remember Sara by on my bedside table. Her smiling face is the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing I see when I wake up. It makes everything a little bit easier.

I've kept in contact with Sean. He's living in Sara's old place. I call him every once in awhile and tell him about the sister he never knew and he tells me about the little girl she used to be. It's a little like therapy in a weird sort of way.


Greg's convinced me to come back to the place I used to call home for the anniversary of Sara's death. I was a little reluctant at first, but I have to do it, I need closure one way or the other. So now I'm driving to the cemetery from my sisters' to meet everyone. My whole body is shaking uncontrollably, and my head is spinning. It's been this way for a week, when I promised Greg that I'd come back.

I figure I'm just nervous as I drive down the long road in the Nevada desert…My vision becomes blurry and I'm losing focus.

"I've gotta pull over…have to…I gotta call Nick." I slur.

'What's wrong with me?'

That's all I manage to think before I swerve to miss a large piece of debris and skid off the road before I feel like I'm rolling…then it hits me; I just wrecked.

When the rolling has stopped I'm upside down, still strapped into the seat.

I moan in pain and feel a trickle of what I'm positive is blood on my forehead. There's blood on the steering wheel too.

I close my eyes to steady my vision for what seems like only a minute, when I open them again I'm out of the car…somehow.

'This can't be happening. This can't be happening.'

Ifeel something warm envelope my cheek, I turn my head, squinting in the sunlight only to see an outline of a body sitting next to me. I lean into the hand still on my cheek.

"S-Sara?" I choke out in pain.

"Hey Catherine." She smiles that perfect gap-toothed grin.

"But-But…" How can this be possible? Sara's dead. Yet she's sitting next to me as real as day. She's still smiling down at me softly. She pulls a tissue out of the pocket of the suit pants she was buried in and dabs it on my forehead.

"Shhh, its ok Cath. I'm here. Just like you were for me." She reaches down and grasps me hand, squeezing gently then interlaces our fingers.

I feel myself start to cry, getting dizzier and colder all the while. I'm terrified right now, but I need her to know why we let her down.

"Sara, Sara…I'm so sorry! I tried to save you! We all did! But we couldn't! We were too late. I'm sorry….I miss you so much." I'm crying hard now. I try to sit up but my whole body feels heavy.

Her free hand goes to the top of my head and is stroking my hair, which I'm sure is matted with blood by now. "Don't apologize Catherine, please don't. Gil was right, it was my time."

She's crazy! How can she be agreeing with him?!?

"…But," She continues. "I missed you like hell." She winks at me and I think I manage to smile. At least now I know she likes me…unless this turns out to be some dream and I'm still in my bed.

I can't help but ask: "What's going to happen to me?"

"Well, that's up to you…" She looks to her left at something in the distance which I can't really see before turning back to me. "It's literally a life or death situation."

My foggy brain immediately makes up its decision.

"I love you Sara."

The smile she flashes is a million times better than I could've ever imagined.

"I love you too." Her voice sounds far away, fading.

She bends down till she's only a few inches away from me, still holding my hand.

"You sure?"

I nod, or at least I think I do before she closes the gap and presses her lips against mine sweetly and I close my eyes for the last time.

When Greg found Catherine's over-turned SUV only hours later he quickly rushed to check her pulse. When he found none he turned and looked to the left to fight back his tears, that's when he noticed, not too far off, the memorial cross the lab had set up for Sara…



So yea. I don't even know where that came from. I wrote it in a few hours….just-random.

Review now please.

(please no saying 'Catherine wouldn't leave Lindsey like that!'…or anything like it…I don't like that lil hoe-biscuit but it worked for the story.) And I know if Sara ever died Gil would go psycho, but I hate GSR. (I just realized GSR is like gun-shot-residue also.lol)