The more I listen to "Who Are You" by The Who the more I think it suits Sara.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.

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I wake up, my head hurts. It's killing me in fact. I have no idea where I am: but it's someone's bed. Another girl, a conquest. Another night I'll never remember. I quickly gather my clothes, quietly so I don't wake that blonde I went to some hotel with. I must look like a scum bag: only in my bra with my pants, and shirt in hand: trying desperately to find my panties. I decide against finding them, and quickly force myself into the tight jeans and pull my tank top over my head. And quietly leave the room like a well trained ninja.

I walk down the long hall way, thankful no one else seems to be awake at this un-godly hour. I feel slightly ashamed of myself, ever since Warrick died I've been drinking more and more. Not that I needed much of a reason. I lied to Gil about leaving Las Vegas. I've been here the whole time. I mean.... Where else can I go. I have no family or friends.

I'm pulled out of my mind by a fimilar voice... No wait I recognize two voices. It's Catherine and Greg. No doubt they're here for a crime scene: It's a pretty seedy hotel. I miss Catherine.... She's the reson I couldn't stay with Gil. Don't get me wrong, I love Grissom, but he can't love me in the way I want. Sometimes it takes more than a mutual attraction to fuel a relationship. I'm Such a hypocrite. Talking about love when I end every 'date' by sneaking out in the morning.

I can hear Catherine and Greg getting closer. I almost want to say 'Hi' to them, but then I realize that I'm not suposed to be in Vegas, I'm suposed to be on a ship somewhere. I can't remember the lie I told Gil.

So I run, and slip into the bathroom. Hiding from them.... My friends. I look into the mirror, confused at what I see: I've lost an incredible amount of weight, my eyes sunken. My short curly hair is matted, and needs to be washed. I have no clue how I picked up that blonde. The more I look into the mirror the more I can see: A liar, drunk, player, coward, and a horrible friend.

I stare myself in the eyes.... They are dark, and full of hate, and I whisper "Who are you?"

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Yeah, it's really really short. If I get enough reviews I might roll with it, but I don't really plan on it.