I'm just creating this as I go… Probably AU, but whatever. I just write what my mind forces me too. Oh yea, and if I owned CSI… I wouldn't have to be writing about it on this old machine. I'd be doing it in style next to my pool, with a pool boy waiting alongside to bring my lemonade, and other fine things ;)

As for the customary 'you've now been discretioned' moment: This story will probably turn out pretty dark. That's just the way my mind is. I can't help it. It deals with tough subjects, and even tougher people. If this is or is not your thing, read, or don't read. It's really your choice.

Now on with the story:

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A young Sara, still in here first year of University was both excited and overwhelmed by the amount of new information she was receiving on a daily basis. Thought she picked up on the information fast enough, she still wanted to check in with her professor to fill that thirst for knowledge.

Perhaps that is why she wanted to fill that thirst – because she learned everything too fast. While everyone else was slowly going over the lecture notes, or off at some wild party, she was ready for more, all the things learned that day secured in her mind.

Today, her talk with Mr. Grissom lasted a lot longer than expected. They had gotten into some of the more intricate details of how to efficiently process a crime scene. Even though this was second-year material, the professor knew she'd be eager to learn it, and he was rather happy to have such a interested pupil, that he marveled in the chance of explaining it.

"Thank you so much," Sara began, smiling. "You really have no idea just how much these talks mean to me. I mean, I have so much to learn, and I honestly can't bear to put it off any longer."

In reply, she got an over-enthusiastic Mr. Grissom, insisting that if she ever wished to know more, or perhaps even help out with an actual case sometime soon, he could help arrange it. He did have the connections after all.

Again, another smile graced her features as she turned to leave his office.

"See you in class tomorrow?" The professor called out as she was leaving.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world!" She replied, stopping for a moment at the sight of something unexpected just outside the office. "Dad?" She said aloud, before finishing off the sentence in her head. 'What is he doing here?'

She looked away, hoping that perhaps he hadn't seen her. Or at least that he hadn't seen her flinch. Visibly worried, her only thought was to take the hallways deeper into the school and end up as far away from prying eyes as possible.

She would have no luck, because as it turned out, her father did see her in the small office. He did see her flinch and he was moving in straight for her. She did the only thing she could think of – run. She took off on a mad dash down the empty hallway.

'Oh I don't think so, you little whore!' Mr. Sidle thought to himself, as he took off down the hall towards his daughter.

It seemed like only an instant had passed, but by that point, he already had her held roughly by her upper arm and swinging around to face him directly.

She quivered noticeably as she spoke, "Daddy, what… what are you doing here?" She pulled at her arm slightly. It was perhaps more of an unconscious effort than anything, for she figured it was pointless.

Noticing the twitch in his daughter's arm, he tightened his grip while thinking to himself about how much of a tramp she was. "I should have known, a little whore like you could never have pulled in the grades you did!"

"What? I, I… Daddy?" She was in a state of confusion, shock, fear and a whole range of other emotions. In fact, she was almost speechless. Just what was he implying?

A smile crossed Sara's father's face. He knew she was scared, not only because she was shaking, but mostly because she carried that look in her eyes – the one he'd grown to love. That look of fear that made all this worth doing.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" Her father asked. "Instead of studying at home like I've told you to do, you're here, fucking any teacher who looks twice at you? You're worthless." He shook his head in disgust to emphasize the point. "I can't even look at you!"

With that, he pushed her away with a force that sent her crashing to the floor by his feet. All she managed to do was cower in fear. She honestly didn't know what else to do.

Watching from the sidelines, Mr. Grissom wasn't sure if he was more afraid for his student, or outraged at her father. He'd witnessed enough of this act. "Sara, get in my office!"

Sara, slowly got to her feet, watching her father closely. The only way to the office was back past her father. She moved around side him, but before she made it past, she was once again in the vice grip of her elder.

The father just glared at his daughter, breathing hard. Then, without warning, he forced her backward, until she slammed her back against the wall. He turned toward the professor and said with a laugh, "I don't see what you want with her anyway…"

Finally, to add that last twist of the knife, the one that would send his daughter over the edge, he turned and spoke directly at her – his face just mere inches away from hers. "It's not like she's that good in bed."

He let got of his daughter, but still effectively towered over her. "Oh, and don't bother coming home tonight. I've got other plans." He left her there, in that hallway, not really concerned about the outcome. She'd come crawling back to him. She always did. Where else was she going to go?

Seconds after her father was out of sight, Sara broke down crying. Her two world's had collided into one giant mess. She could take his crap at home, but this school was her sanctuary. Here she belonged, here she was safe and here, she could dream about the future she'd always wanted and was so close to reaching. She slid down the wall, and sat sobbing uncontrollably on the floor.

Mr. Grissom hurried over to his student, and crouching beside her, grabbed her hands and urged her to her feet. "C'mon, let's get you into my office."

He led her there carefully, realizing that she wasn't at all paying attention as to where they were headed. She was clearly in her own little world, with no immediate plans of returning. But who could blame her? What else had she been going through?

When they were inside his office, he guided her to a chair, where with little prompting, she sat down. Without letting go of her hands, or looking away, he pulled over a second chair and sat in it opposite of her.

"Sara, what's going on?"

The shaken woman couldn't focus on anything, not just yet anyhow, so instead, she just looked right through her professor. "What? Oh, I'm fine." She smiled, the tears still flowing down her face.

Mr. Grissom figured she was in shock. He had never seen her like this before. The usually cheerful and determined young woman was now reduced to an emotional wreck. Still, despite this, she was still trying to put up a strong face to the world. Maybe that was just her way of dealing.

He tried once more to question her. "Sara, your father, does he hurt you?"

She had now blinked away the tears, her smile still steadfast. "You know, he really is a nice guy, I'm sure you'd like him-"

The professor wondered if she was talking about the same person that was here - the same father that was assaulting her both physically and verbally? He continued his barrage, "Does he come into your room at night?"

"He was just a little tired today, but-"

"Into your bed?"

The tears were once again welling up in Sara's eyes, just screaming to be let loose. "I mean, he's just been having a hard time at work lately, he's-"

"Sara, does he rape you?"

She froze. Somehow hearing it made it all the more real. It wasn't some bad dream, it wasn't all in her imagination, it was real, and it was her. She finally gasped and brought a hand up to her mouth. Then, all she did was shake.

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Okay, I know… Tough subject matter, but it's something that I had to get out of my head, so thanks for putting up with me. Anyway… review if you so desire. That my dear friends is up to you.