I didn't want to work that damn case. Why did Grissom even call me, he knows that I would never want to work a case against a co-worker, against a team mate. But, then again, I suppose I could do with a change, San Fran isn't as great as it used to be, and to be frank, I put that down to when Gwen died. She really was the life and soul of 'Frisco. That was months ago, yet the pain is still there, of course, I wont show that it still affects me, and bottling it all up isn't doing me any favours. So I guess Vegas is my 'escape'. And I could get some good work done up here. When I arrived in Vegas, Gil was there to pick me up, he drove me to my hotel and we caught up on the drive. We've become much better friends now all that 'relationship' stuff got sorted out, I don't even think I can call it that, none of us were interested in the other, but we both thought the other one was.

'Sara, I need to know if you like me.'

'Gil, of course I like you, you're a great friend.'

'No Sara, I mean more than friends.'

'Gil, where has this come from? Look, Gil, your not really my type, how should I put this? I'm a lesbian.'

'Oh thank God.'

'Huh?'

'I thought you were attracted to me, and I had to check because I'm not attracted to you. I mean, you're attractive, just not to me. Your not ugly, I just don't see you in that way.'

I laughed out loud, and then looked at a confused Gil.

"Care to enlighten me?" He questioned.

"I was remembering the conversation we had in the diner."

"Ohh, that conversation."

"Yeah, um, Gil? Are your people going to be okay with the fact I'm gay?"

"Yes, I'm pretty certain most of them will be fine."

"Pretty certain?" At this point, I'm panicking my ass off. I don't usually care what people think of me, but somehow it's different when I'm not in my home town.

"Yeah, Nick and Warrick will be fine with it, maybe a bit disappointed they don't have a chance with you. Brass definitely won't mind. Catherine, hard to tell, really."

"Right." From what I've heard about Catherine Willows, she's the woman I should really be worrying about. We finished the rest of the drive in silence, Gil must have realised that I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, which I was snapped out of when Gil told me we arrived at my hotel. It really wasn't all that bad to be honest. It looked fairly quiet, just my kind of place. I got out of the car; got my hold all, told Gil I'd call him later and went to check into my new, temporary home.

"Room 134." I muttered to myself as I made my way up the flight of stairs. I dumped my bag on the chair by the desk and literally dived onto the bed, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

I know, I know. I should be doing my other story, but I don't know where I'm going with it right now, so I thought I'd try any actually work on a story for you. This one should be easier to write as I've planned out where it's going.