Author: Jules524 AKA Scully34

Title: Untitled

Summary: Gil Grissom was my soul mate- is my soul mate. He always has been and always will be. We were never supposed to be together, but fate had other plans. The cosmos and the universe came together and set our paths in motion. It was destiny that a distinguished entomologist and a brainy physics major would meet one day, at the ocean.

Parings: Grissom/Sara. Rating: Not Rated yet.

Disclaimer: I am just a poor college student that doesn't have any money. Therefore I do not own any Characters from CSI, and I am not getting paid to write this, so don't sue CBS!

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I love the ocean. There is no doubt about it… my soul longs to be near the ocean. I am the most happiest when there is water around me. Maybe it's because the very few blissful childhood memories I have all consisted of soft warm sand, rolling waves and the smell of the crisp, strong, salt air. Around water, I am free and invincible! Around water I am not an antisocial, workaholic, running from my past, afraid for the uncertainty of my future, unable to catch up with the present. Around water, there is no desert, no lab, and no façade of normality to uphold. Around water I am home. I can begin again, a complete metamorphosis of my soul. I can find myself again. I am Sara Marie Sidle Grissom.

Sara Grissom. God, it's been so long since I have called myself that. But today I am feeling a sense of nostalgia. I miss him; the dull raw ache in my chest still comes from my broken heart. They say time heals all wounds. I have to disagree. Time may make them get softer around the edges, but ultimately, you're still left with spasms of pain every once in a while. Gil Grissom was my soul mate- is my soul mate. He always has been and always will be. We were never supposed to be together, but fate had other plans. The cosmos and the universe came together and set our paths in motion. It was destiny that a distinguished entomologist and a brainy physics major would meet one day, at the ocean.

I had just turned 23. I was a senior at Harvard and was doing extremely well in all of my classes. I didn't mind the grueling six hour labs, the three hour lectures, and lugging the bulky physics book, which in retrospect probably weighed more than I did! I was the protégé of the physical sciences department, and a threat to many of my peers. Mind you, at the time I did not realize this. I simply was working hard to ultimately give myself a life that I had lacked for so long. Physics came easy for me, and we made a glorious team.

I was asked to go to the week long Forensic Science Conference in San Francisco, California, by the head of the Physics Department. I was told that I would make a wonderful student representative, on the Student Response Panel. It was my job to go to the conference, listen to the lectures, give feedback to the professors and engage in some thought provoking questions. I really did not see why I was asked to do the job, yet was happy when I was told I would be going back to 'Frisco. Never in a million years did I ever think that I would end up meeting the one man that would change my world forever.

The day I met Gil Grissom had not been an easy one. For starters, my airplane was late, the airline lost my luggage, my rental car reservation was lost, and I had to be at the conference which was an hour away in less than five minutes! Well, to make a long story short, I ended up getting to the conference five and a half hours later. I had completely missed every speaker on the fist days schedule except for one, and I still had to check in to the conference and find out where my hotel accommodations were located. I figured I would just give up, go to registration, check into my hotel suite, call it an early night and regroup in typical Sara fashion in the morning. That's just what I planned to do, until I realized that my hotel room was feet away from the luscious lure of the ocean.

There is something wonderfully enchanting about a beach during a sunset. The mixture of yellow, red, blue, pink, purple and gold captivate one's eyes much like an artist's color pallet. I had changed into casual clothes, stepped out into the sand and let myself walk closer to the water's edge. I quickly became intoxicated by the rolling surf, the squishy sand between my toes, the spray of the sea and the hint of salt on my tongue. I drew in a deep breath and held it for so long that it seemed as if my lungs would explode. I gently let it out and let the cool water wash over my feet.

With my eyes closed, standing by the seashore, I was in a state of euphoric bliss. Come to think of it, I was so lost in daydreams that I didn't fully hear someone call "Watch out!" until it was too late! I collided with a man, a dog, salt water, and sand. Instantly snapped out of my reverie, I realized that I was almost on top of this man, soaking wet, with a piece of greenish brown seaweed hanging off of my dark chocolate brown curls. Needless to say I was completely embarrassed—no mortified, is the better word. My cheeks flushing crimson red, I picked myself up off of him and made every attempt at a decent apology.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" I gushed a mile a minute! I—I—didn't hear you call out until..." It took me a moment to realize that his face was just as red as mine was and he was sputtering just as much. We stopped, looked up at each other and suddenly laughed. And I was floored.

"Hi. My name is Gil Grissom." He said looking warmly into my eyes. I smiled back and introduced myself. "My name is Sara…Sara Sidle."

TO BE CONTINUED: Hey all! This is my very fisr fan fiction ever! Please read and review! Constructive criticism is welcomed as it is the only way I get better! However, if you are going to flame me just to be mean, then don't say anything at all! I am so sorry to leave you all at a cliffhanger but it is 3:00AM where I am and I need to get to bed!