This story just popped into my head... and I had to write it. I have another story I'm working on too, so I'll try to update as soon as possible.
As always, I don't own anything, except the idea. It's a bit AU, but you never know what really happened before the show. And a little GSR as always. Remember to REVIEW... I need reviews... please!

Summary: You ever wonder why Grissom would rather be with his bugs, than people? Do you wonder why he is emotionally unavailable? Everyone has a past, and Grissom would rather forget his.

Evelyn Adelie Bennett

The television hummed softly to the commercial displayed on the screen. Greg Sanders stood at the counter brewing some of his famous Blue Hawaiian coffee, the color from the TV reflecting off his face.

"Hey Greggo," Sara Sidle grinned as she took a seat at the table. A muffled hmphh was all she received.

"Rough day?" she asked, arching her brow. Silence. She took the hint, and leaned over the table to reach for the remote.

"Don't change that," Catherine Willows said as she entered the break room. "Please," she corrected herself, catching a glimpse of Sara's glare.

Laughter could be heard down the hall. It got louder as Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes reached the open door.

"You wish man," Warrick joked. They sat on the couch as Nick huffed a quick hey between laughs,to anyone who was listening. They continued their conversation on future relationships; apparently Nick thought he was destined to be with the new lab tech downstairs, a slim redhead fresh out of college. Warrick thought otherwise.

Sara and Catherine were staring absentmindedly at the television, still not being able to hear it; Cath was tapping her fingernails on the arm of her chair. Greg diverged from the community coffee pot with two mugs in his hands and sat next to Sara. She watched him as he set a mug in her left hand and sipped his own.

"Ahh," he exhaled. He smiled at Sara. "More like a rough week," Greg answered her earlier question. Sara just grinned and shook her head.

The boss was late, Sara noticed his absence first.

"Where's Grissom?" she asked to no one in particular.

"He's right here," Gil Grissom responded, walking in the room with an arm full of paperwork and case files. "I have assignments." Sara turned her seat and looked up at him. Their eyes met for a moment and she smiled. Grissom diverted his gaze to a manila folder in his hands.

Greg had joined in Nick and Warrick's conversation, while Catherine was searching for the volume button on the remote. When she found the one she was looking for, she held it down. As the woman reporting the news got louder, the break room chatter ceased.

"… after all this time. The body of an Evelyn Bennett, of Santa Monica California, was just released to her family," the reporter continued. "Thirty years ago, last month, at just nineteen years old, Miss Bennett was found brutally beaten and murdered in a Las Vegas hotel room. Found in the bathtub, she was revived, only to pass away at Valley Hospital Medical Center later that night. An ongoing investigation followed, and a suspect was never found. It is only now that her body is being released to her family. Her body was being held in a Santa Monica morgue, perfectly preserved, awaiting her return to her loved ones. The Bennett family has already had a funeral, back when the tragedy first occurred. They have decided to have her body cremated. Reporting now from…"

The room was silent until Catherine broke the peace.

"Oh my god, I could never imagine," she sighed. "Thirty years?"

"Rehashing all those memories, living for all that time with no closure. It must have been tough," Sara added, emotion evident in her voice. She looked at Catherine and saw saddened eyes looking back.

Nick and Warrick remained silent.

"And the guy's still out there," Greg pointed out, finishing his coffee and placing the mug in the sink. The air was heavy with grief. Warrick ran his hand through his hair and Sara was studying the coffee ring on the table; Nick found a loose thread on the couch very interesting.

"Yeah, but that's nothing new. We shouldn't even be surprised anymore," Catherine's tough façade resurfacing. She had to be a leader for them, being impassive was the only way she knew how. Grissom had that down pat, why couldn't she? She turned off the TV and set the remote on the counter.

"Okay, well," Catherine glanced at her watch, "seems like we should get to work. Vegas doesn't sleep you know. Griss, you said you have…" She turned around to face everyone. "Where'd he go?"

Where did Grissom go?? Dum, dum, dum.

There's two directions I could go with this... so let me know what you want to see. I can do a more romantic story, or a darker fic. So, what do you think I should do??

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