Argh, what's with all the story ideas?! Hehe. I just kidding...I like writing. Just too much at one time.
Okay, for this fic I have to thank sarapals with past50. You all may ask why...
...well, it all began...okay, I'm kidding, hehe. No, seriously...I thought of this idea, and wasn't sure to do it because it kind of went against "Matters of the Heart"...you'll know why, soon. I didn't have the courage, but then I got a reply for my fic "Daddy's Little Girl," that made me really happy. I read some stories of their's and decided...I'm going to write this! Although not five sarapals with past50, but enough. So, it will be confusing...yes (I'm sure it already is...hehe), I will finish my other fics, but today, for Thanksgiving (and my bro's Birthday...hehe), enjoy this!
Oh, and this also takes place after, "Burden of Proof," as if Sara had left. But what if it was because her and Gil had shared a special night before then? You'll know why in a second...trust me. Hehe.
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"You know that I can't help this...all of you. I would if I could. But I work day shift for a reason."
Sara drove her car along the road, three identical faces glaring at her from the backseat.
"Oh...don't give me that...those looks."
"We wouldn't if you would keep us until the bell rang, or, better yet, all the time." Folding her arms over her chest, the oldest sat back in her seat, sighing. Granted, she was only the oldest by three minutes, she still took charge.
"Eli, please just...just don't give me the guilt trip," Sara said, shaking her head. She hated being yelled at by three seven-year-olds. Though, she assumed she deserved it. They didn't get along well with their classmates for a reason, and it was her...because she had made them smart. "I'm not dealing with this today. You all know that I have to work."
"Well, you wouldn't if--" But the youngest was cut off by the middle child, the point of the triangle, who slapped her in the back of the head.
"Shut up, Alex!"
"Hey, there's no call for that Tessa Morgan Sidle!" Pulling up to the school, she parked, rubbing her face with her hands. "Look," she pleaded after a few moments, in a soft voice to her three daughters. She pretended not to hear what Alex had said, previously. "Just please...just go to school, and I promise that afterwards, we'll go out for pizza...or something."
The three girls looked to one-another, then their mother. They agreed, but were all still pretty upset. As they were walking up to the school, Sara swore that she saw Alex hit Tessa back. Shaking her head, she pulled out and drove away.
Lost in her thoughts, she thought back. Seven-years-ago, she brought three little girls into the world: Eliza Mackenzie Sidle, Tessa Morgan Sidle, and Alexis Marie Sidle. All without a father. Still that way, today.
Eliza was bossy, yet more girly than the other two. Tessa took charge at other times, and was often quite the sass. All were smart. However, out of three of them, she was bound to have one loner...Alexis. Alex didn't speak, a whole lot, and it wasn't a wonder...no matter what she said, the way that her sister's treated her, it always felt like the wrong thing, so she just...chose not to do it. She was also a little tomboy like Sara had been, climbing up to the highest branch of the tree, just to get away (and...just because it was there).
They were rotten. And half-way down the road, Sara smiled, though feeling bad on the inside. Her daughter's were bright...too bright, and no one liked it because of it. She had half-a-mind to take them out of that school, but not yet. She'd think of a solution, later. But now...now she had to work.
Pulling in and parking, she took a moment before finally getting out of the car, walking into the building which, had it been in Vegas, would've reminded her of the PD than the lab. She laughed to herself. She missed it, but this...this was her life, now.
And she realized that, more, as she began yet another day at work...at a job that was just a job, now...not what she loved.
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A couple of hours later, she finished up the batch of paperwork she was working on. Sometimes, being supervisor was great, and other times...it just plain sucked. She didn't even know how she got this job, but it had happened. Now...she wished she hadn't, but it did help. She got to see her girls more.
A knock out the door broke her out of her reverie. She looked up, seeing the lab assistant, Tina. She smiled at her. "Yes, Tina?"
"Miss Sidle, you...you have a visitor," she nervously spoke, looking out into the hall. Sara raised an eyebrow, confused. Suddenly she remembered Grissom once saying about how you shouldn't mix life outside of work, with work. On her desk were about fifty photos of her daughters, and when this person walked in, she wished that they hadn't been there.
"Well, I'll be damned."
Sara looked up, recognizing this person from anywhere...even after eight years. She sucked in a deep breath, letting it out. What the hell? she thought. Well, it's just my luck.
Sara forced a smile onto her face, gritting her teeth all at the same time.
"Hello Catherine."
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Hehe. Cliffy! Okay, short chapter, but it's probably going to all come up like that, in short chapters, so maybe I can finish it faster that way...which will be good for everyone [ :D ]. And I know, too many stories, but I can write them all. Hehe.
And also, besides the reasons and thanks that I gave above...don't know where the idea came from other than that ;)
Thanks everyone! And I hope that you all enjoyed yet another story of mine, hehe. I promise that I'll finish them all.
~**~CSISaraSidle72~**~
