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I was hiding out in Catherine's office, checking my emails and waiting for Grissom to come find me. It had been three years since I'd been in Vegas but here I was, waiting to start working back where I began. Things in Miami got too complicated, and Cath wanted me back home anyway; close by during Lindsay's difficult teenage transition. According to Linds, she misses me a lot and that's why she's acting out. Let's hope that she settles down now that I'm back. I was starting to get a little nervous; knowing that there'll be mixed reactions among the team here at work. Being a CSI is all I've ever known and it's one of the most rewarding and challenging jobs I can think of. Of course, I got into it because my cousin trained me to be one of the best, and following in her footsteps is the most positive thing I've done in my life, if not the only positive thing. Shifting between homes as a child and teenager showed me the wonderful life of drugs, alcohol and abuse. All which were left behind when Catherine tracked me down after learning of my existence.
I spent my first four years as a CSI here in Las Vegas, working with the best team I have known. Of course there have been many changes in the last three years since I left, and then there have been some things that according to Catherine, haven't changed. Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown are still the same, Greg Sanders however has moved up from DNA lab tech to out in the field, Gil Grissom is still the same old supervisor with his love for bug. Lastly, Sara Sidle. Sara has gone completely downhill since I left apparently. This news broke my heart, I feel like I may somewhat be responsible, seeing as the reason I left was because of her. According to Cath, Sara had resorted to drinking excessively, was caught driving under the influence, has blown up a lot and just seems completely down and depressed.
Three years earlier...
"Rachel, I can't do this right now, I'm sorry. I know you have such strong feelings for me, but I'm just not ready to trust myself yet," the brunette said, standing on my doorstep at 2 am.
"You mean you can't trust me, Sara?" I retorted back.
"No, I don't mean that, I mean me. You don't know what my past was like, you couldn't possibly understand," Sara was almost crying.
"How do you know what I would or wouldn't understand, you won't let me in to try to understand! My past hasn't exactly been picture perfect either you know. You don't
know anything about me so you wouldn't know what I would understand. What hurts the most is I know that you care about me, I know that you love me and I love you, but you won't let me in."
"I'm sorry," Sara said then walked away. The next day, I was on a plane to Miami, hoping there was a job there for me.
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