Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or CSI or its characters.

Pairings: Sandles angst/ TonySara

Summary: Sara leaves Vegas to work for NCIS. Who does she hook up with when she gets there?

Genre: Tragedy/Angst

A/N: This is from Sara's POV

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"Grissom, if you don't sign my leave papers, I'm gonna have to quit."

"Sara, I can't sign these. I need all the help I can get, adding you to my list of people on leave; I only have Nick Catherine and Greg."

"Well then, I'll have my resignation in by tomorrow." I waited for an answer but was greatly disappointed when none came. Why was he so calm about this? It made me furious.

It was time to move on now. Ecklie was on my case every day, I was tearing myself up on the inside because of Grissom, a couple of suspensions and having to put a friend six feet under yesterday.

It was final.

I was leaving Vegas.

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"It doesn't have to end this way, Sara."

"Gil, I told you: When you come around, it might be too late. It's too late and I can't turn back now."

"Sara, I'm sorry."

"Yeah so am I."

Today was my last day at the lab. My locker was cleaned out, my paper work finished and turned in, and so far, I had managed to avoid the team. The lab had been my second home for almost six years. The reality of it all hadn't even started to sink in yet, but it would eventually. A box fell onto the ground as I opened the door to my car. In it was a teddy bear with a lab coat, shades, black shoes and in its right hand, it held a small black red rose.

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Everything was packed up and the moving truck was ready to head out. I was leaving Vegas and going to D.C. I was leaving everything and everyone behind. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't even said goodbye. Not to Warrick, Catherine, Nick, definitely not Grissom. Not even Greg. Nobody would notice or even know that I wasn't coming back, with the exception of Greg and Grissom. I wish that I could see everyone one more time before I leave, but I couldn't go back to the lab. It would hurt too much. Until now, I hadn't realized that my whole life was connected to the lab and the people inside it. Vegas was everything to me, but what happens in the Sin City, stays there.

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My flight would be loading in three hours. What was I going to do in an airport for three whole hours? I had sold just about everything in the last couple of days my apartment, a couch, my car, my entertainment center, and my dresser. I packed everything else or threw it away.

"Sara, the flowers don't have to be real for the love to be."

Those were the last words Greg had spoken to me, and all along I thought that it had been a joke. The plane would start boarding in fifteen minutes.