It had been almost a year since Sara Sidle had come back to Las Vegas and resumed her old life as a crime scene investigator. As she sat in the break room for a well deserved break having just pulled a double shift, she reflected on what she had gone through to reach this level-her childhood had been a rough one, most of the times she ended up an emotional wreck on cases of domestic violence and child abuse. She had devoted most of her time as a workaholic CSI with no appropriate social life, the miniature killer incident drove her over the edge and with Hannah West in the picture she had fled her old ways to bury her ghosts, leaving behind the people she loved. With Warrick's death, she had begun to see that life was unpredictable and even if it meant leaving behind the things she had loved the most, she had chosen the tropical rainforests of Costa Rica as a place of calm and quiet. Then the biggest surprise came when Grissom, the man whom she had loved but left behind in an attempt to find a new meaning to her life, had come to join her on her research. Only pure love could have brought them together, the rest was history as they got married and settled down in the romantic city of Paris. Ecklie's phone call was one of willingness and preparedness to face her past and confront what she had been running away from. So her she was, a year now, away from her husband who was currently lecturing at the Sorbonne, doing what she did best.
