A/N: First off, thank you all for the reviews! I always love reviews. You're all fabulous. I'm know I haven't updated in an squillion years, but I've got butt-loads of time on my hands now. I'm not too happy with how this story started off, but I'm working on improving my techniques. Practice makes perfect, right? So yes. Bear with me whilst I start out with. I know it's not the best… now, shall we? (btw, spoilers for Nesting Dolls… most have seen it, but just a heads up.)

"What?" she asked Greg. If this was one of his jokes, it wasn't very funny at all. A young woman had died.

"I said… she's my sister," his voice breaking when he said the last few words. He turned his head away from her and David. The two of them glanced at each other for a moment, David with his mouth open slightly. Sara then looked down at the women's face and recognized the resemblance. He definitely wasn't joking around. She turned to Greg slowly… she felt like she should say something. Comfort him. Anything but just sit there. Before she could do anything Greg stood up quickly and ran out of the room. She glanced one last time at the body before following after him. It sent a shiver down her spine to imagine... no… to remember, at least faintly, how Greg was feeling. She had been through it before. Staring down at the body of a loved one. Seeing them unmoving and covered with blood. She shook her head as if to stray it of the ghastly image while walking through the door quickly. She stood on the cement step and looked around the parking lot, only seeing some squad cars, cops and Brass questioning the shifty man with the cigarette.

"Hey" said one of the cops standing beside the door, startling her. "You lookin' for that newbie?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am," she said quietly, eyes still searching.

"He's over there," he said pointing over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction of the side of the motel. He spoke again, "Pukin' his guts out. I guess he couldn't handle it," he said with a grin. Sara glared at him and muttered a thank you. She began walking cautiously along side the wall lined with doors and graffiti. As she did so, she heard the familiar sound of retching and decided to wait till it stopped. She tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned against the brick wall, trying not to think about how horrible it all was. That choking feeling you got in your throat accompanied by a gnawing feeling in your stomach…

She heard the sounds stop and took a deep breath while she rounded the corner. He was leaning against the wall, his hands threaded through his hair, breathing heavily.

"Greg… are you alright?" she said, advancing steadily.

He didn't answer, but she knew he'd heard her. He brought his shaking hands to his side lifted himself from the wall, wiping his eyes hastily.

"No. I'm not alright. My sister is fucking dead," he said bitterly. She was surprised at his tone. It was cold and mean and didn't suit him. She swallowed hard.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's horrible… horrible that somebody could do that to anyone. I… I know what you must be feeling right now…" she said staring at the ground.

"You know, do you?" he said suddenly. "I don't think you know at all, Sara. You don't. You've never seen your sister's throat slit all the way down to the cerebral column, her head nearly all the way off. You don't fucking know Sara," he said getting louder with every word. She hated seeing him like this. She didn't even think it was possible for him to raise his voice: easy-going Greg. He was staring straight at her now. Waiting… for what? For her to say something. She didn't know how to respond to that. It made her angry and broke her heart at the same time. She sniffed and walked closer to him.

"Okay, so I've never had a sister… I don't know what it'd be like to see her like that…" she said quietly, walking even closer so she was only standing a few feet away from him… deciding on what to say next. She looked up at him, her eyes dark, "I could've had a sister if my father hadn't died. If I hadn't witnessed him being killed. So don't tell me what I know, Greg. I've felt it before," she said, holding back tears. He was visibly surprised to hear that bit of news. He put his hands into his pockets, opening his mouth to say something, but stopped. He was ashamed at what he had said earlier. It was true; he rarely raised his voice and hated it when he did. They stood there for a few minutes, silent.

"Sorry," Greg stammered finally. "I'm really sorry. I'm not like this… rarely am. It was just… I can't bear it. Seeing her like that. She was always so fun and energetic and to see her… dead, eyes glazed over... She didn't even get to live her life. She was only 21… just about to graduate from university. She could've gotten any job she wanted, hell, she was smarter than me..." he paused, and then started up again very quietly. Sara had to lean closer to hear the words, "I can't believe he would just kill her," is what she thought she heard. He began to speak a little louder. "He had always said it was going to be like this. But we didn't believe him," he was speaking through new tears and Sara was getting very puzzled. Who was he? "He told us. And I didn't do anything. Not a thing… and now she's dead and it's my fault… everything. He'll be coming after me, now. I don't know what to do about this, Sara,"

He was almost sobbing now. She placed a hand on his shoulder softly, not knowing what else to do. She didn't quite know what he was talking about, but decided she'd ask questions later. Just let him get it out now. What he was saying worried her. Somebody was… after him? It didn't make sense. He lifted his head, his dark brown eyes shining with tears.

"You've got to… help me. Please… Sara. I need you to," he said between choked breaths. The defeated look on his face made her want to weep.

"I will. I'll help you through this, I promise," she told him. All he could do was nod in response. She slowly wrapped her arms around him and let his head rest on her shoulder as he pulled himself together. As she ran a hand through his hair she knew she wouldn't let anything happen to him…