Disclaimer: I do not own anything from CSI

This is Nick and Sara focused story.

And on with the story…

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Sara could hear the light noise the rain made as it hit the roof. She found had a bitter sweet relationship with it, but, she thought, that's how most relationships are. She rubbed her eyes in an effort to relive the tension which was quickly turning into painful headache. 3 hours, that how long she had been sitting at this computer in a vain attempt to find a link between the two girls who now lay in the morgue's crypt. She let her mind relax for a moment and just concentrated on the rain. It's rhythm slowly started to lull her into a calm trance. She just needed to relax for a moment, just one moment she thought to herself. As she started to daze her mind shifted into a familiar place, a place that during conscious she kept at bay, a place that seemed to have a life of its own and prayed on her at moments of weakness, relation, and sleep. Moments like these. A soft whispering voice from inside her memories startled her back into the real world.

Yep, she though to herself, definitely bitter sweet, one of the few things that made her relax also brought forward the things her nightmares were made of. She ran her hand through her hair in a frustrated manner. She knew her secrets were at the root of all this, or at least that's what the therapist had said.

7 years ago:

"Sara I know you still don't feel comfortable enough to tell me what happened to you, but I believe that the nightmares and hallucinations you having are a result of your bottled up emotions. They're like dreams, once you accept them and figure out they mean they eventually go away".

Sara sat with her head tilted in angered shock looking at the woman who sat in front of her, distanced by the large oak desk. Her degrees displayed proudly on the walls.

"So what your saying is that one day I'm going to wake up and all this is just a bad dream" Sara snapped, turning away in disgust. She didn't understand, she couldn't.

Secrets, they all had them, everyone that worked here did. The pay was crappy, the hours sucked, and you saw more evil in one day then anyone should in a lifetime. Sara handled them when they were at their most destructive, she could now. She looked up through the glass doors. Down the hall she saw Warrick and Nick on their way out. She sighed in regret. Since they had put on the swing shift she hadn't seen much of them. She saw Greg turn the corner, then stop to talk to the two. Greg had changed so much, no longer was the happy go lucky lab rat, he was becoming jaded, just like the rest of them, something she wished would never happen. Deep down part of her had wished he wouldn't become a CSI when he announced he was going for it, she didn't want him to become cynical. She'd never tell him that though, it became one more secret to through onto the pile mounding inside of her, most of she would never face. The irony didn't escape her, a person who's job, basically her life, was to discover other peoples secrets couldn't bring herself to unbury hers.

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Nick stared down the hall and through the glass. Sara sat there staring into the computer. His stomach clenched. He missed her, their friendship, it had wilted to a point where they rarely said hi when passing each other in the hall. He could hear the murmur of Greg and Warrick's voices but he couldn't bring himself to concentrate on what they were saying. So much had changed, the animosity between Grissom and Catherine was becoming apparent, it was something that never used to be there. Catherine was becoming power hungry, she had changed so much. He swore that Grissom had become even less willing to interact with the human race. Nick blindly excused himself from the conversation and exited the building. The cold rain beat down on him, but he barely noticed. His thoughts were in the past, in moments when he and Sara were still close. It had been a bitter sweet relationship. When it was good it was great, but there were moments that the secrets Sara had buried deep inside her seemed to consume her, leaving no room for him. He couldn't blame her for having them, secrets that is, he had them, many, some small things like how he would rather stay in these days then go out clubbing, and some others were so secret he barely admitted them to himself.

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A/N: sorry this was so short but this chapter was more of a warm up one.