A/N: I got this idea while baking a cake that didn't exactly work out the way I wanted it to. Oh well, at least I got a story out of it. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, CBS or any related character. Jordan Williams is mine.
Summary: Sara has a secret. When Grissom finds out, her very life is on the line because of an ancient prophecy that a dangerous group of people doesn't want to see fulfilled. She and the team travel to another world, where she finds that there is more to her destiny than she ever thought.
Jordan Williams is a character from my fic Coming Back. Jordan's description is on my profile.
"Alright everyone." Gil Grissom set down the assignment slips on the breakroom table. 'Busy night tonight."
"What do we have?" Catherine Willows leaned forward and grabbed the top slip. "Ooh, a double. I call it."
"Thanks Cath." Warrick Brown said sarcastically "I had a decomp last week. I was hoping for something good."
"Oh, stop you whining. You can be my partner." Catherine smiled at him.
"What else?" Greg Sanders asked from the coffee pot.
"B&E, suspicious circs and a trick roll."
"Full night." Nick Stokes commented
"Quite. Greg, you get the trick roll, Nick the B&E. I'm taking suspicious circs." Grissom handed out slips as he spoke.
"What about Sara?" Nick spoke up.
"Where is she?" Grissom looked around the break room, but couldn't see her.
"I don't..." Nick was cut off as Sara Sidle walked in.
"Sorry I'm late." she sank down on the couch, sounding out of breath. "I had...something to take care of."
"You're on a suspicious circs case with me." Grissom ignored her tardiness and handed her the slip.
"Great." The team dispersed and headed off to their respective cases.
"I'll meet you in the parking lot in fifteen minutes." Grissom told the brunette. She nodded and got off the couch.
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Twentyfiveminutes afterwards, Grissom was sitting in the car looking at his watch for the fifth time, wondering where his co-worker could have gone. He picked up his phone and dialed her number. It rang eight times before she picked up.
"Sidle." he could hear weariness in her voice
"Sara, it's Gil. We need to get to the scene."
"Sorry, Gris. I was just... getting my kit. I'll be out in a second." They hung up without goodbyes and she appeared two minutes later carting her kit. She tossed it in the back seat and joined Grissom in the front.
"Ready?" he asked
"Yeah, sorry. I couldn't find my boots."
"The scene's half an hour away." He pulled out of the parking lot and expertly onto the road, where the traffic was heavy even for that time of evening. "A neighbor called about..." he looked over when he realized that she wasn't listening. Her head was leaned against the window and her eyes were closed. It took a moment for him to realize that she was asleep. It seemed odd since the general joke around work was that Sara never slept at all. He just shook his head and turned down the radio. If she needed to sleep, he wasn't going to stop her.
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"Sara? Sara, wake up." Grissom shook the woman awake when they reached the scene. She muttered something in a language he didn't understand.
"Mato?" she murmured
"Sara, we're at the scene." Grissom told her again.
"Gris?" she yawned and faced him. "Oh, we're here already?"
"It's been forty five minutes."
"Was I asleep?" she jumped out of the front seat and grabbed her kit.
"Yeah. I didn't want to wake you. You seemed tired."
"I was, thanks."
"Are you okay to work?" he asked, concerned.
"Oh, of course. I'm fine."
"Did you sleep at all last night?"
"No." they were both interrupted when Detective Vega walked over.
"Gil, Sara." He nodded to the both of them.
"Hello, detective. What do we have here?" Grissom gestured to the scene.
"Well," Vega started "The neighbor called the station after hearing the couple next door yelling at eachother."
"So, it's more a domestic disturbance?" Sara asked
"That's what I thought, but supposedly a chicked flew out the window."
"A live chicken?"
"Yeah. Who knows what went on?" Sara shrugged
"Okay," she said, apparently still tired "let's get this over with."
Grissom raised an eyebrow as he looked sideways at her. It was going to be a long night.
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"That took forever." Sara sighed as she sunk down on the breakroom couch hours later. Nick, who had just gotten back from his case, sat down beside her.
"You've worked triples and not complained." he reminded her "What's on your mind?"
"Oh, nothing. I've just been working on something with Jordan?"
"That's your friend from Georgia?"
"Best friend." Sara corrected him.
"Ah. What kind of thing?"
"Nothing important." she waved a hand to dismiss the subject and yawned again."When's shift over?"
"Four hours ago." Nick chuckled as she groaned and levered herself off the couch.
"Well, I'm heading out. If you see Gris, tell him I have the photos from our crime scene. I uploaded them, but the backups are with me."
"Okay. See you tomorrow, Sar."
"Yeah." she waved at Nick down the hall.
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"Nick!" Grissom caught him just as he was walking out "Have you seen Sara?"
"She left about half an hour ago. Why?"
"She took the wrong photo disk. Catherine needs them."
"Well, you can try calling her, but she's probably asleep."
"I'll just go over on my way home." Grissom decided aloud "It's on my way."
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An hour later, Grissom reached Sara's apartment building. It was a nondescript red brick building that looked like all the others in the neighborhood. He had been there only twice before, but still remembered the way up. They had exchanged keys, so getting inside would be no problem. He climbed the stairs since there was no elevator. The walk to the eighth floor had him breathing slightly heavier than usual, but a moment's pause calmed it back down. Sliding the apropriate key in the lock, he entered the small foyer and walked into the larger main room. He heard muttering from the bedroom, so he walked back slowly, looking at the scattered pictures on the wall. One was of Sara and Jordan, another was of the Vegas team and the final one was of Sara and a tall brown haired man who Grissom didn't know.
"Damn!" he heard
"Sara? What's..." he froze as he entered the room. Sara was standing to one side, the blinds closed, referring to a book. That in itself wasn't what was bothering him. What was, was the fact that from her hands were flowing waves of shimmering blue and green.
"What in the...?" Sara looked up and met his eyes. Realizing who it was, she quickly, and somewhat hostily drew her arms across her body and quickly downwards, stopping the flow of whatever the blue and green was.
"Gil, why..."
"I was just here for the...photos." he pointed to her kit in the corner.
"Oh. Here." she pulled out a disk and handed it to him. "Is that all?" running a hand through her hair, she stared him in the eyes until he had to look away.
"One question, Sara. What were you just doing?"
"Nothing."
"That's not..." suddenly it hit him "Oh, good lord you're a..."
"That's right, Grissom." she sighed, making eye contact with him once more "I'm a mage."
A/N: So, what'd you think? I hope you enjoyed the chapter. It will get much better. There might even be some GSR later on. Please R&R and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading!