"I can't do this, Greg."

"Sara, please."

"Did you ever really love me, Greg? Did you ever really want me? Or was I just a way to pass the time?"

"Sara…"

"No, Greg. You can't just look at me with that look in your eyes and except me to forget everything. I can't forget everything. I'm done." I walk out of the apartment and into my car. I start the engine and drive. I have absoulotly no idea where I'm going. Once, Greg and I got in the car and just drove like this. We ended up in San Diego. It was one of the most amazing trips of my life.

"Greg?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?"

"With my whole heart."

Only he didn't love me, and he never really did. Who had I been kidding? I don't want to cry, but I really can't help it. Stupid tears fall down my face.

"Why don't you ever cry?"

"Crying is weak. That's what everyone always told me. I stopped crying when I was five years old."

"Sara, crying is something that takes a hell of a lot of courage. I promise if you ever cry in front of me, I'll give you a gold star or something." I kiss him.

"Love you, Greg."

"Love you more, Sara."

Is that why you did it, Greg? So I would realize crying is strong? Because it's not an excuse. Why did you do it, Greg? Because you wanted to prove something? Or because you just wanted to get rid of me and dumping me would be too inconvenient. Yeah, that's probably it. but he said I love you so many times, I was really, truly starting to believe it.

"Do you love me?" He laughs.

"I've told you a million times, and I'll tell you again. I love you, Sara Sidle. I'll always love you. And in this incredibly bizarre world, that's one thing I'll always be able to promise you."

But what about now? If I came back from wherever I am now, and looked you in the eye, would you really be able to tell me that you loved me? No probably not. I reach the border between Nevada and California. I think about going back.

"Sara?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you ever run away from me?"

"No, I promise."

I shake the memory from my head and enter California. I'm not breaking a promise. He broke his first.

"Promise you'll never do anything to hurt me?"

"I promise, Sara."

But you did, Greg. You did. You also stopped loving me. You broke two promises, and probably a million more. So I'll break one. I continue to drive.

"Do you ever just get in the car and drive? You know, no clue where your going? It's so weird. Whenever you do, you end up in the place you needed to be at. It's like you have a built in GPS."

"Why don't we get in the car and drive, then?" I smile at him.

"I'm driving."

"Of course you are sweetie. I would except nothing less."

We had ended up in San Diego. He taught me how to surf and scuba dive. It had been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. We could've had so many more. We wanted to have so many more. I look at the engagement ring on my finger.

"Sara Elizabeth Sidle, I love you more than life itself. I love your smile, I love your laugh, I love the way you look when you get up in the morning, I love the way you kiss me, the way you tease me, the way you make me eat a real dinner not just Pop-Tarts, the way you teach me, the way you look when your angry, I love the way you look at me. I love you. So will you please, please, please be my wife?" Tears fall freely down my face.

"I want nothing more, Gregory Sanders." He slie the ring on my finger, stands up, and spins me around in midair. Everyone in the lab claps.

Did you what to marry me? Did you, Greg? I twist the ring and finally, just take it off. I'm tempted to throw it out the window, but instead, I place it in cup holder. I really don't know why, but I do. I look out the window, only to see familiar scenery rolling by. I'm in the San Francisco bay area. So maybe this is where I'm supposed to be. One thing is for sure. I'm done with Vegas.

"Greg?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever think of leaving Vegas?" He considers it.

"It's crossed my mind, but I've never seriously consider doing it. Why Have you?"

"A few times. Than I realize I'd be leaving you."

But now I don't have a "you" to leave, so I'm free to go. I roll into San Francisco. I bet I can get a job at SFPD. I park at a cheap looking motel with paint chipping on the sides. I get a room and head up to it, opening my laptop, which luckily was in my car.

Griss,

I'm so sorry I didn't give you or any other CSI's any warning, but I've left Vegas. I'll miss you, Grissom. Your wackiness about bugs, the way you teach people daily. You mentored me, you shaped me into the CSI I am today. I'll always remember that, Griss.

You need to learn that people can be just as fascinating as bugs. You'll be happier when you do, I can promise you as much.

I'll miss you, Griss. Maybe I should tell you were I am. But I won't. Don't hate me or Greg. Goodbye.

Sara Side

Nicky,

Oh, god, I'll miss you. Your accent, your kindness, there are a million things I want here with me. I can't say where I am. Sorry, but the last thing I want is you coming after me. It would make all this even harder. My advice to you? Keep your cool. You like to act calm and collected, but sometimes you do lose it. Remember this isn't Greg's fault. No matter what I feel towards him right now, the last thing I want is your anger directed at him.

I could lie. I could say I'll keep in touch. But I won't.

Sunshine

Warrick,

When I first met you, I really, truly, despised you. Now, your my best friend, my big brother, my protecter. Thank you for that. You always provided me with a laugh, with a smile, whatever I needed. Like I told Nick, I can't tell you where I am. It would make you come after me, and if you did, I would want you to stay. And I need Vegas and everything that reminds me of it out of my system.

You need to make a move on Cath, Warrick. She won't be there forever. She really likes you, just so you know. Be bold, for me.

Like I told Nick, don't be angry at me or Greg. Please.

Goodbye. Forever.

Sar

Cat,

Yes, we never got along. You despised me. However, I always looked up to you. My own mother was never there for me. You were. I appreciated that more than anything, even when we fought. You are a great mother, Catherine. I know, you don't feel like one. You are. Lindsey will do amazing things, I promise. That's because you were there for her.

I've told everyone I don't want them running after me, ad I'll tell you the same thing. Cath, remember that you are so very strong and powerful. You protect everyone around you, so don't stop protecting Greg even if you feel anger at him. This is my own fault, not his. A piece of advice? Remember that the living are more important than the dead. They'll be waiting for you, but Lindsey won't be forever.

Sara

And I hit send. Goodbye, Las Vegas.