Title – Lamenting the Past

Disclaimer – I don't own CSI :(.

Summary – While on an emotionally, stressful case, Sara is shoved back into her past and worse her co-workers are witnessing it all.

Rating – T

Author's Note – This story takes place sometime between sixth and seventh season. Warning this story has disturbing situations.

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Grissom stirred his coffee once more before looking at the case folders sitting in front of him. He showed up to the lab an hour early and was shocked to see only one case folder on his desk. Guess tonight was just going to be a slow night. The lab was quiet and yet flourishing with people running around with sheets of paper with test results for the newest cases no doubt.

Henry and Mandy were laughing over some joke Archie just made, and as usual, Hodges and Wendy came bounding down the hall arguing over some DNA that apparently is not possible, but Hodges believe it is a real print. Grissom rolled his eyes; they are always gripping about something.

He was just about to open to case folder when a squeak of a chair broke him out of his revere. Greg was smiling at him with a toothy grin from across the table holding a steaming cup of coffee no doubt from his special stash from Hawaii.

"You're here early." Grissom said taking a sip of his coffee, what Greg did not know could not hurt him. He smirked inside.

"Sara and I went out for burgers, well she had a veggie burger but it was still burgers and fries. She is on her way; she went to stop for gas."

Grissom raised his eye brow and nodded. He looked back down to the case folder and opened it. Greg watched as his eyes moved from side to side glancing over the printed words but as his brow began to frown Greg lost his grin. Grissom always had a poker face while dealing with crimes but when his face turned sour it was bad.

"Hey what's the 419 today?" Sara asked sliding in and plopped on the couch.

"You two lets go." Grissom said standing up and leaving the room abruptly.

Greg turned to look at a stunned Sara, "What would he have done had we not come in early?"

As usual the brunette just shrugged and followed her frantic boss out to the Denali.

"Griss what about Catherine, Nick, and Warrick?!" Sara shouted before she caught up with her boss.

"I'll call them, have them back up the rest of the cases coming in." He answered once Sara got in the front seat and Greg in the back.

The drive was tense, and not too far out. It was in the seedier part of Vegas and behind some apartment building. Grissom grabbed onto Sara's wrist before she could step out.

"Listen, both of you. This is a case you will probably never forget, so prepare yourselves…" With that said he cautiously stepped out of the Denali and slipped his sun glasses on.

Sara and Greg curiously followed along. The crime scene tape was around the street and cops were surrounding a dumpster writing notes and shaking their heads. Grissom was already there, stepping up on the crates put there and immediately his face turned to stone. Hesitantly Sara stepped up onto the steps next to Grissom and gasped holding her hand to her lips.

Inside was a tiny infant with a bloody umbilical chord still attached wrapped in a paper bag. The baby had tear streaks and horrible purple bruising around her tiny chest and arms.

"Did the Coroner pronounce?" Greg asked surprising Sara and Grissom.

"About twenty minutes ago." The young officer said quietly.

Sara gave a painful sigh and lifted herself up into the dumpster kneeling into the murky and wet trash she was able to get a good look at the infants face.

"Birth fluid is still on the baby and blood. Consistent with the mother giving birth and dumping the baby." Sara reached down and lightly picked up the baby, "I'll take the body back see if I can get Hodges to do a DNA test and find the 'mother'." She spat the word mother out and carefully lifted herself out of the dumpster with Grissom and Greg's help.

"Greg and I will process the scene."

She only nodded and caught a ride with one of the police man.

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Catherine shook her head at the text Grissom sent her. Of course he'd keep her away from this case, a dead baby he was protecting her sanity.

DB Baby found in dumpster. You're in charge tonight. Sara, Greg with me

She looked over at Warrick and Nick, "Come on boys we got a 419 DB found in an apartment off of Harris ST."

"We missed out on the first party so we get the left over's?" Warrick pouted.

"Naw man, we make the party." Nick laughed.

"Come on, you guys don't want their case, horrible case." She frowned and walked out of the lab Warrick and Nick on her heels.

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It seemed like an eternity. Sara waited in the break room ignoring any sounds or people coming and going, she would only come out of her daze if Hodges came back with a match for the baby. A hand on her shoulder broke her out though. She looked up to find Grissom looking at her solemnly.

"I'm almost positive the mother threw the baby in there right after birth. We just need the DNA comparison and we'll have Brass pick her up for questioning."

"We need to have her examined for birth trauma." Sara spoke softly.

"I'll have the DA write the warrant. How are you? I don't think we've ever had a case like this."

Sara sighed heavily, "I don't know Grissom. The things people do… she could have done so many other things, like adoption, seek help all without involving parents if that was the issue."

"I know… that's what we're here for. We talk for the dead, even for the little ones."

"She… she was so light in my arms, she couldn't have been more then six pounds."

Urgent footsteps broke up whatever sentimental words Grissom was about to give, "I have the match, belongs to a Teri Miller. The Father is a Sean Matthews." Hodges looked at Grissom and then to Sara handing over the papers.

Sara stood up and looked at the papers Grissom was holding, "Not even married. Let's just bring the mother in see what happens." She said walking out of the break room with the two guys.

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Her hair was wavy and golden blonde, it was splayed out framing her pale skin. Her eyes were milky, having the blood already run out. A huge puddle of blood surrounded her. In the middle of her chest a huge pipe coming forth from her back was apparently the cause of death.

Nick crouched down low to inspect her, "Pretty thing, but was this a murder or an accident?"

"We'll find out from Doc. Robbins, but for now I'm guessing it was a murder." Catherine said picking up a fiber from her tweezers.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Warrick picked up a marble, "I think she slipped on this."

Nick went back to the body, "Sounds about right…look at the swelling on her ankle, sprained."

"So either this was an accidental case, or somebody scared her causing her to slip on the marble and onto the metal pipe." Catherine stood up and walked over to the table where blue prints of sink piping were spread out.

"Vic lives alone, not much of an income, probably tried to fix her sink herself," Nick explained standing up and reacting the scene, "She walks over to the blue prints probably for some more directions, and if I'm in heels I'm not really going to feel a marble until I fall. So she slips sprains her ankle, and falls backwards onto the pipe causing her shoe to fall off."

"Sounds plausible but let's powder the perimeter for prints or shoe prints." Catherine said pulling out her power.

"Great, I'll help Super Dave get the body back to the lab and see if I can find anything that doesn't match our theory." Warrick spoke softly from the corner and headed out in search of Dave.

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It didn't take long to get Teri here in the interrogation room but once she was in, Sara and Greg were behind the glass window watching Brass and Grissom take action. The girl was eighteen, skinny from stress but she still had her baby fat. She had dark rings around her eyes and was sickly pale.

"You were pregnant a few days ago were you not?" Brass started.

The girl shrugged.

"Test results from the hospital confirm you just had birth, tearing of the vagina, birth trauma, you name it." Grissom stated setting the folder down on the table for her to see.

"Okay… so I did give birth, but I gave the baby up for adoption." She said quietly shuffling in her seat feeling the pressure.

"What did you get lost on your way and drop the baby fifteen miles away from your home in a dumpster?" Brass said sarcastically.

"Somebody must have kidnapped the baby from the adoption center." She said coyly.

Sara shook her head in disgust and quickly began walking towards the interrogation room.

"Sara! Don't." Greg pleaded but she ignored him and continued on.

"Then why don't they have any records of you ever being there?" Brass continued on when Sara came tumbling into the room and slammed her hands down in front of Teri.

"You hurt that baby! Don't play stupid with us, you made a mistake and got pregnant and instead of doing the right thing you took a chance on the garbage man who was supposed to pick up the trash that morning! Well guess what, he called in sick, the other man didn't know that dumpster was there. You sick bitch why the hell would you hurt that baby?!" Grissom was on his feet after that statement and pulled her away from the shaking teen. Brass's eyes were slightly wide and was about to speak when Teri began.

"I-I didn't get pregnant on accident. I… I was raped."

Sara stopped struggling and started at her incredulously, "Raped?" She got out of Grissom's tight hold and sat in his chair, "Why didn't you ever report this? There is no documentation to support this evidence."

"Because I didn't know, I was at a party and got a date rape drug." Tears were streaming down her cheeks, "I found out I was pregnant and I couldn't tell my parents so I always wore heavy clothes, when the baby came it was so unexpected I gave birth in a bathtub. I was on my way to the adoption center, ready to make it anonymous but I freaked and set the baby in the dumpster in a bag. I … I ran I was scared!"

Sara shook her head, "You were on the right track… now we've got you for murder." She said quietly and stood up.

Teri screamed, tears streaming down her face, fingers wrapped tightly in her hair. Sara walked past Grissom and gave him a look and walked to the corner of the interrogation room.

Brass shook his head and hand cuffed the girl, "Come on, hopefully the courts will have pity on you for your rape."

Once they shuffled out of the room Sara sat in Grissom's old chair once again.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked touching her shoulder.

"I lost control, I'm sorry."

"It got her to talk…"

"What a life… what a difficult thing to bear, being raped and then having to bear that child. She must have hated it, despised the baby. But she was an innocent life. She could have had a chance at an orphanage."

"Come on, I'll buy you break fast. Everyone is going to meet us at the diner." He said helping her up.

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Nick and Catherine finished processing the scene and met back up at the lab checking prints, which all came back to the vic.

"So Doc. Robbins said our theory checks out, I guess this was an accident. Did you guys find anything?" Warrick asked holding out an envelope for Catherine.

"Nothing, all of the prints in that house were hers. No fibers or anything suggesting there was another person in that house. It was just a sad accident. Poor girl only thirty – six." Nick shook his head.

Catherine took the envelope and wrote some things on it before sealing it up, "Well let's get this all wrapped up and head out to the diner. Greg, Sara, and Grissom are going to meet us there."

"Yes I'm starving!" Warrick laughed rubbing his hands together.

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"So it ended up being an accident! I don't know if I feel better that it wasn't a murder or at how easy it is to die at the hands of well yourself." Nick grumbled into his breakfast burrito.

"Well it's a hell of a lot better then the case we had today. An innocent baby was murdered by a raped victim." Grissom said while taking a bite of his eggs.

Sara took a big gulp of her tea burning her mouth, "The suspect was raped and then took it out on her baby, even though that baby was created from a horrible person, she didn't have to hurt the innocent."

"I agree. It's my first case dealing with anything like this. I'm not too thrilled about more." Greg put his two cents in.

Warrick shook his head, "It's a damn shame what these people do to each other."

"I see Eddie in Lindsey everyday of my life, but I wouldn't trade her for anything in the world. I don't understand these women who drop their babies off and ignore them… it's disgusting."

Sara coughed and stood up, "I um… I have to go. I need some fresh air. See you guys later." She quickly pushed her chair back in its right place and left without as much as a glance behind.

Grissom frowned and looked at her untouched food, "She lets these things get to her… if she doesn't learn to put an exterior wall up she will self destruct."

"Poor girl, imagine if she had kids how she would react." Catherine sympathized taking a bite out of her hash browns.

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Grissom came home after breakfast and walked Hank for a half hour before returning home to take a quick shower. Now as he lay in bed reading a forensics magazine he couldn't help but wonder what was on Sara's mind.

He scratched Hank's ears and laid down flat on his back closing his eyes. He felt the bed crease with someone else's weight and assumed it was Hank until he felt warm lips on his cheek. His cerulean eyes opened to see cinnamon eyes.

He smiled, he pushed her away for so long, and yet when he finally got his head out of his ass she still accepted him and gave him her heart willingly just as she had years ago. He was a fool, and he only now just realized that.

Grissom sat up and took her face in his hands, and for a moment he was silent. Slowly but lovingly he leant down and gave her a passionate kiss, trying with all of his might to prove to her that she was his everything, and no matter what he would always be by her side.

He broke away and looked her in the face, "I love you. I will always love you Sara."

A happy sob broke out of her chest as she fell on his chest, hugging him tightly. Her lips were kissing his chest covered by his shirt and he just continued to stroke her soft brunette hair. Her nimble fingers worked fast to unbutton his shirt and no more then seconds later she sat up and pulled her own purple tank top off.

Hank was no fool, he knew exactly when his parents needed privacy. So rather sluggishly he trailed out of the bedroom and out into the living room while the humans did their… 'thing'. He would sometimes lie at the end of the bed, but he always seemed to get kicked off in the middle of their passion. The only thing that ever mattered was each other during those moments. The floor was not an option since sometimes they got too noisy.

Sara collapsed on the bed breathing heavily and still tingling from the after affects. Grissom lay next to her breathing heavily also and lay on his back. Sara was quick to cuddle next to him wrapping her arm around his chest.

"Do you ever imagine what if we died and our team mates have to investigate our houses? What do you think they'll think of us when they find I really don't have a home and all traces of me are here… sex stains and all." She asked breathlessly still fidgeting from the tingling sensations between her legs.

"I don't know… I try not to think of that at all… I'd grow irrational or paranoid." He laughed lightly and kissed the top of her head. Good night Sara."

She smiled too when Hank came back into the room, apparently he knew they were done and bounced back up on the bed with them, "Good night Gil."

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Okay so this is my first CSI story… I'll try and work more on the cases but for now this will do. More on Sara's past is coming up! Yes Grissom and Sara are still hiding their relationship from their team mates. Review let me know what you guys think but just remember this is only a prologue the real story is coming up!