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Thanks to Trace for doing the Beta for me. I appreciate it :D.


Chapter 1

No matter how hard I try I just can't get him out of my head. I keep seeing him in the back of my mind, in my dreams, and really just everywhere. The deep blue eyes, his salt and pepper hair color, his smile. I see it all and I am not sure why. We just met the other day in the grocery store. It really was an interesting encounter and very surprising. Walking down the canned good aisle I stopped to grab a can of peaches and somehow they got away from me. They just rolled out in front of my cart and as I leaned over to pick them up, I bumped into him because he had gone down to pick the peaches up for me. As we stood straight up, looking each other in the eye, I felt a spark blaze. I wonder if we will cross paths again. I sure hope so, I want to know who he is, and we didn't have time to exchange names at the store.

My past history with guys has not been good but maybe this guy would be different. If we run into each other again, hopefully, I will find out. Jordan, my good friend and assistant, interrupts my thoughts coming up to my car, as I am turning it off and climbing out.

"Sara, the under sheriff called about one of your cases."

"Yeah," raising an eyebrow, "does he want me to call him?"

Rolling his eyes, "Yes he wants to know if you're going to push forward with the Carman case."

Sighing, "I don't know how many times I told him last week there isn't enough evidence to push forward."

Walking into the office building, Jordan sits down behind his desk and I enter my office. Just as I am sitting down at my desk the phone rings.

"Sara Sidle, D.A."

"Oh good you're in."

"Under sheriff McKeen I was just about to call you."

"So your assistant informed you that I called?"

"Yes, not more than two minutes ago."

"Well, what's being done about the Carman case?"

"Nothing sir, I don't have enough evidence from your CSI's to move forward. The link to the suspect is weak."

"So more evidence then?"

"Solid evidence, more doesn't help me if it isn't solid."

"In that case, I am going to give the case to the graveyard shift CSI's."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

I am so glad that conversation is over. I wonder if the other CSI's will be able to turn anything else up.

Lunch

"So, Jordan how was your weekend?"

"Good, too bad we never got a chance to hang out though," he finishes.

"Yeah, sorry about that I got really busy with family stuff."

Inquiring Jordan, "Speaking of them how's your brother and his wife?"

"Relieved that Tanya is going to be okay, but not so happy about the ambulance ride bill." That's all I am giving him.

At the moment I am just not in the mood to tell him all that happened, it will have to wait until we have more time. Quietly we finish up lunch and head back to the office to finish out the day.

End of the Day

As it gets closer to quitting time I hear Jordan round up his stuff and a few minutes later he's popping his head.

"You leaving? It's five o' clock, going home time."

"Nah, I have some stuff I want to finish up first, take another look at this Carman case."

"Oh okay, see you tomorrow then," comes his reply. Then Jordan is gone.

I don't know what good it's going to do me to look at the file again. It won't magically produce more evidence. As if on cue my phone rings.

"Sara Sidle"

"Yes, hello Ms. Sidle this is Gil Grissom from the crime lab."

"What can I do for you Mr. Grissom?" I inquire.

"Well, I am calling about the Carman case, I was wondering if it would be possible to meet up and go over some new evidence with you?"

"New evidence!?!, of course, when would you like to meet?"

"How about in 30 minutes at your office?" Mr. Grissom replies.

"That's fine I'll be here."

"See you then," comes the comment ending our conversation.

I wonder what new evidence this Mr. Grissom could possibly have. How did someone else miss what he found? I suppose new eyes on a case can pick up on things others missed. Sometimes I wonder if I should have become a criminalist instead of a district attorney but then I realize how much I enjoy my job and the thought disappears. Just as I put away my file for my most recent case that went to court, there's a knock on the entrance door. Must be Mr. Grissom, so closing the door on the file cabinet I leave to go answer the door.


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