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Note: This work is set following the season 8 episode Goodbye and Good Luck. Sara has left Vegas, leaving behind nothing more than a letter for Grissom and her vest's "Sidle" label in the trash. Since no one at the lab had a chance to say goodbye, they each wrote a letter to her. Sadly, they were never sent because no one knew where to send their letters, but writing them helped the characters let go of Sara. Each chapter will be one letter, and the character who wrote it will be named in the salutation at the end of the letter, so if you don't want to guess who wrote it, scroll to the bottom first to figure it out. Please review! Thanks for reading!

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Dear Sara,

When Grissom told us you left, and I mean really left, like as in not just left the lab to go catch a nap or even left for a week of vaca or even left for a 3 month sabbatical, but I mean really, really left us, like for good, I left, too. I didn't leave for good or anything, but Sara, I couldn't stand being near Grissom right then. I blamed him. I knew I shouldn't because until Natalie, once you had finally caught your man, you were happier than I've ever seen you. I know it's not Grissom's fault that you left. When he told us, I escaped the break room to the showers and I think I took the longest shower of my life, and I only got out when the memory of us being showered off at a crime scene together infiltrated my thoughts and made even being in the shower too painful. I was the only one still left in the lab at that point and I thought Grissom would be pissed, but he just left a note on my locker telling me to take the night off. I still wanted to me mad at him, but I couldn't be anymore. He knew how crushed I was and he knew that I couldn't hide the hurt like he could. He was the strong guy. I was the pathetic one. I went home, ate an entire pint of ice cream (Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia- your favorite!), and then called Papa Olaf and cried to him about how I needed you. I can see you laughing at me right now for crying to Papa Olaf, and I smiled because there's nothing better at the lab every night than your smile and laughter, but my smiled faded pretty fast when I realized that even though I am so the best at getting you to smile, I can't anymore because I don't know where you are.

You mean so much to me, Sara. You're my best friend in the world, and you just walked out of my life, just like that, without even so much as a goodbye. Hodges told us you "said" goodbye to Grissom, and I'm really glad you at least did that. The poor guy is crushed. You know how he is, so I'm sure it'll come as no shock to you that he's worked at least doubles, if not triples, since you left. He even sleeps on his office couch (he closes the blinds on his window and somehow thinks that our finely trained powers of observation will manage to overlook the fact that he's sleeping!). I don't even know if he goes home. I heard Catherine ask him about his dog (he has a dog?), and he said Hank (come on, Sara, I cannot BELIEVE you didn't tell me Grissom has a dog named after your ex-boyfriend!) was staying at the sitter's, so I really do think he is pretty much living at the lab. I bet home reminds him too much of you. You know, you can't leave him like this forever. You've gotta come back.

You know I miss you, right? I hope you miss me, too. You know, I won't hop on the next flight to find you if you tell me where you are. I'll just write to you or you could even give me a phone number to call you. We could chat. We wouldn't have to talk about cases. I know you're done with the death and senselessness of the perps, and I understand that. I really do. But don't be done with us. Don't be done with me. I'm still funny. I'll still make you laugh, even if it's just over the phone when you can't see my ridiculous costumes or adorable grin (you KNOW you think my smile's adorable… don't even try to deny it!). I promise that whether you let us know where you are or not or whether you eventually come back to us or not, I will be here for you. I also promise to continue to make fun of Hodges at every opportunity, although it's just not as fun when you're not around to laugh or roll your eyes at me.

Love always, Greggo