A/N: This is my first CSI fic ever. Yes, I am the captain of the GSR ship, get over it. :) I didn't have the blessing of beta readers, so if you want to beta for me just review or send an email my way. Like in the YE OLDE days, this will be a very long story. Hopefully enjoy!

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"Alright listen up, guys, assignments. Greg, I want you to come with me on another drive-by. You'll be solo for a while on a missing persons, Sara."

"A while? Meaning if it turns into something more than that?"

"Maybe. I was thinking more of until one of Catherine's crew is free."

"Oh. So what's my case?"

"A mother gave the police department a call about her daughter at the university. She hadn't heard from her daughter in a few days, so, naturally, she's a bit worried."

"And where was this mother calling from?"

"Vermont."

"Great. Some girl finally has some freedom in the big city and I have to go check up on her. Ten bucks says this is nothing more than a college drinking binge, hangover, rinse and repeat," Sara rolled her eyes and reached for the manila folder Grissom was extending to her.

"Normally I'd agree with you but campus security has already checked for her; nothing there, slight sign of a struggle. Obviously it's something worth investigating or else I'd send Greg." Sara only smirked and tried to stifle a laugh. Greg lifted his head from the paper he was absent-mindedly concentrating on, "...wait. What?" Grissom and Sara eyed each other for a brief moment and curled their lips in a smirk together.

"Missing persons. Gotcha." Sara stood up and finished off her coffee, "Well the good news is that my case will probably be done before yours." Another grin crossed her face as she left the break room to get her kit.

Grissom turned his head slightly to follow her out. "Something wrong?" Greg piped up after noting his expression. "No," the older of the two said simply before adding in a haste notice. Grissom was lying, though, of course; something didn't seem right in his gut. Something about Sara wasn't right and he didn't know what it was. Usually when he had a feeling about his second youngest CSI it was something totally different; a something that could be pushed back into his head with the other hundreds just like it, difficultly albeit. Gil decided that whatever feeling it was it was not more important than the case.

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"Hey Steve," Sara smiled widely; she always hated to smile when she was young. It was like everyone from elementary to college made fun of her smile, whether it be in front of her face or behind her back. Now that she thought about it, Grissom was the only person that complimented it. Wait a second…why was she thinking about her smile now? Why was she thinking about Grissom now? How she hated that she could never hate that man, even if he plagued her thoughts in the most inappropriate times. Sara let the grin fade as she approached the officer and the barely on campus residence.

"Always a pleasure, Sidle, even if it's not on the best circumstance."

"What do we have?"

"'Friends' say she hasn't been seen in two days. One roommate, apparently she's on vacation and has been for the past week."

"Vacation in the middle of the semester? That's a little strange, isn't it?" Sara tilted her head as she slipped on those common white gloves.

"Maybe for an Ivy League girl," Officer Melmer chuckled softly as Sara gave him a little jeer, "but not a Vegas girl."

"So what do you think we'll find?"

"Girl staying over at her boyfriend's for a lot of fun, maybe trying to escape an overprotective mother thousands of miles away."

"Yeah, me too, damn protocol."