Fifteen year old Sara Sidle smiled at the young man standing on her front porch. Sara's foster father had just given the young man permission to look at some dead cattle that had been found in the field.

Harvey, Sara's foster father, had told her that the young man was studying Entomology and wanted to use the dead cattle in his study, maybe even write about them in some kind of journal.

Sara walked out on the porch, "You need some help?"

Gil Grissom smiled at her, "Your not afraid of bugs?"

"Nope," was Sara's response.

"How about decomp?" he asked her.

"Natural part of life," she said.

"Sure. If your Dad doesn't care," Grissom told her.

Sara ran into the living room, got permission then darted back outside. They worked together for the better part of the day, by the time he had left Sara's mind was made up as to what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

Over the next ten years Sara threw herself into her studies, excelling in all of them, graduating top of her class.

Her dream came true, Sara felt a certain amount of pride as she entered the Lab in San Francisco as a level one CSI.

Sara had quickly worked her way up the ranks, she was now a level two, her level three was within in reach. All she had to do was finish some required courses and take a test.

Sara picked up her class schedule and smiled, a familiar name showed up as her professor, Dr. Gilbert Grissom.

Sara wondered if he would remember her, she knew she had not forgotten him.

Her foster mother had told her that it was just "puppy love" and it would pass, it didn't. Sara kept track of Dr. Grissom and all his accomplishments. As she got older she often dreamt of them being together. How she wished he could be her first lover, she know that was one fantasy she would never fulfill.

Sara walked into the class room and took a seat in the front. When Gil lowered the book he was reading Sara's heart skipped a beat - he was even more handsome then she remembered, but his eyes; those blue eyes. Sara knew she could get lost in them.

"You are here to study the science of ENTOMOLOGY," Grissom said as he wrote it on the board, "My name is Dr. Gilbert Grissom."

Grissom sat and looked over his class, something about the young lady in the front row triggered a memory. He picked up his class roster and scanned it: SARA SIDLE. Could it be? Could this be the same teenager who helped him so many years ago?

After class Grissom walked over to Sara, "Is it possible? Can you be little Sara?"

"Yes," Sara said smiling at him.

"'Little Sara' is that how he thinks of me?" Sara wondered.

If that is how he felt then she knew that her fantasy didn't have a chance of coming true.

Grissom smiled at her, "Not so little anymore. How about we grab a cup of coffee and catch up on things."

Sara nodded and followed him to one of the bistros on campus. Gil ordered two coffee's and took a seat.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"I could use a sandwich," Sara told him.

"I'll take a burger and the young lady would like …." Gil said when the waitress came over with their coffee.

"Tuna sandwich please," Sara said.

"Chips or fries," the waitress asked.

"Chips," Sara said.

"Now," Gil said, "Tell me about yourself."

Sara told him how that day she spent with him helped her make up her mind as to what she wanted to do. She told him about school and her grades, she told him everything - except of her fantasies about him.

"Fella's?" Gil asked.

Sara looked at him, "Excuse me?"

"A woman as pretty as you are must have a fella," Gil told her, blushing.

"I've had a few," Sara said, "Nothing serious. To busy getting my career started. You?"

"Nothing serious," he said, "How do you like San Fran?" Gil asked, wanting to quickly change the subject.

Sara giggled, "It's ok. What have you been up to?"

Gil told her about all the things that had been going on in his life, not that is was necessary, Sara already knew. He ended by telling her that he was a CSI in Vegas.

The class ran six weeks, Gil and Sara spent a lot of time together and even thought she wanted him to, Gil never made a move or expressed a romantic interest in her.

Once the class had been asked to help gather evidence on the beach. Gil smiled as he saw Sara examining a Sand dollar.

"That's not part of the crime scene," he said.

"No, but it is beautiful," she said.

The last day of class was bittersweet for Sara, she could now take her test for her level three but she also knew it was the last time she would see her one true love.

Sara had volunteered to drive Grissom to the airport the day he left, as he was about to board she slipped something into his hand.

"My phone number. Just in case you ever need someone to help exam some dead cattle," she told him trying to smile but all the while fighting back tears.

Gil started to say something but Sara quickly walked away from him.

Gil slipped the paper in his pocket.

Chapter 2

Gil pumped into her in a slow steady rhythm enjoying the feel of her tight channel closing around his enlarged manhood. Each thrust rubbed her "g" spot, Sara was on the edge of a second climax and Gil was very near also.

Sara screamed with pleasure as Gil pumped faster and faster, he was aware of her ecstatic, sexy moans, he could feel Sara's vaginal muscles tightened around his manhood as her juices flowed.

Gil's face was flushed and his breathing heavy and erratic and Sara could feel the intense explosion as his juices splashed against her walls. Gil rolled from atop her and Sara snuggled close to him.

"Sara, I…."

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ, the alarm going off woke Sara from her dream.

"Damn," she whispered, aware of the dampness between her legs. This was the second time this month that she had dreamed about them making love

Sara could not get him out of her mind, never had someone so encompassed her life. Dr. Gilbert Grissom occupied every waking minute.

Sara stood in the shower, the water flowing over her body. She had to smile, what would he have thought if she had told him the truth about her "fella's"? Sara had told him a half truth, oh she had been on a lot of first dates and even some seconds but not many more. All the men she had been with had one thing on their mind - SEX - and that was something she was not willing to give up. Was she foolish to think that her fantasy of Gil being her first would ever come true? How long should she wait for him to notice her, how long would he still think of her as "the kid who helped him out so many years ago".

Sara laughed, "I can just see me twenty years down the road finally losing my virginity to him."

Sara turned off the water, wrapped a towel around herself and headed for the kitchen.

Meanwhile in Las Vegas things were being set in motion that would change Sara's life. Grissom was promoted to supervisor of graveyard and he was a man short, he had been given the green light to hire whomever he wanted.

Grissom smiled, there was only one person who he could think of. That tall skinny kid who helped him so many years ago. That wiry young lady that took his class - Sara Sidle.

Gil took the slip of paper she had handed him and called her.

"Miss Sidle," Gil said, "I have an opening on my shift and I was wondering if you would be interested in transferring? You can keep your grade and pay level."

Sara's heart skipped a beat, she would be with him - close to him.

"Yes," she said.

Gil told her it would take a few weeks to get the paperwork together, he suggested she come to Vegas a little early to find a place to stay and to familiarize herself with the area. Sara said it sounded like a good idea but all she could think of was being near him - working with him. After she hung up the phone an thought crossed her mind.

Sara smiled, "Maybe, just maybe, I may have a chance after all. Being that close to him all the time may make him realize just how much I do care."

Then she shook her head, "Will he ever think of me as anything but a kid?"

A week later Sara was in Vegas, she had no problem finding a place to stay and a GPS made getting around easy. The day before she was to report to lab for her first shift her phone rang.

"Miss Sidle," a very familiar voice said, "I was wondering if you wanted to have a bite to eat and then I could give you the grand tour of the lab."

"Only if you will call me Sara," she said.

Grissom smiled, "Sara."

Her heart melted, how she loved the way he said her name.

"I can pick you up if you like," Grissom said.

"Give me about an hour to make myself presentable," Sara said.

"Will see you around 5," Grissom told her.

Sara wondered if Grissom treated all his new hires like this.

"I'm sure he does," she said.

At dinner Gil was polite, he acted like a big brother. Their trip to the lab was professional. Gil took her back to her place.

"Tomorrow I will introduce you to the rest of the team," he told her, "Have a good evening."

"See you tomorrow," she said, smiling at him.

The next day Grissom introduced Sara to the rest of the team. Nick warmed up to her immediately. Catherine looked at her with curiosity, not really sure what to think of this lady that Grissom wanted on their team so bad. Warrick appeared indifferent - not really sure what to make of her.

Sara's first assignment was a convenience store robbery, Catherine went with her.

"Why do you think that out of all the eligible candidates for the job Grissom asked you?" Catherine wanted to know.

Sara shrugged her shoulders, "Don't know."