A/Ns: Okay, I have WB on 'Sidle Or Grissom?', so it's on hiatus.
This contains character harm, IF YOU KNOW ANYONE WHO IS HARMING THEMSELVES, OR YOU ARE HARMING YOUR SELF, TALK TO SOMEONE. I've been there, it takes good friends to pull through, and you know you have them.
This is set 5 years after 'Sidle Or Grissom?', so Natale (Nat-a-lee) is 5.
For Katy, my rock:
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, Sara Sidle thought about the exceedingly hard day she had. After seeing some of the most horrible and gruesome crime scenes (some involving children) Sara felt that she was finally snapping.
Sara looked at her watch, and realised it was 3:40pm, she was ten minutes late to pick up her five year old daughter, Natale, from her first day as a first grader.
"Shit." Sara said to herself. She grabbed her keys from the counter, and as she started to hurry to the front door, she accidentally knocked over the bottle of beer. "Shit." She repeated to herself, as she ran out the door.
CSI:
"Hi Mommy. Where was you?" A curious Natale asked Sara.
"I'm sorry sweetie, Mommy was uh, working. So, did you have fun?" She asked her daughter, hoping she had a good experience.
"Yeah! It was fun! I made this painting of you, me and Daddy." Natale replied, showing Sara a piece of paper, which, in Sara's opinion, looked great.
"Honey, that's so fantastic. Thank you! I can't wait to show Daddy, this is going on the fridge!" Sara said to little Natale, putting on a voice so her daughter wouldn't think she was unhappy.
CSI:
Walking into his office, Grissom noticed an envelope on his desk. As he put his glasses on with one hand, he picked it up, and recognized the handwriting that was used.
Grissom,
I'm so sorry to put you through this, this isn't how I wanted things to end.
Please don't let Natale forget me (if you're wondering, she's at the sitter's.)
I love you both so much.
I just can't do this anymore,
This isn't how I wanted to die, but I guess I can't do anything about it.
Love,
Sara.
Grissom was devastated by what he was reading. He flipped open his phone and dialled Sara's cell phone number.
Nothing.
Grissom ran over to Catherine's office.
"Catherine! I need your help. It's Sara!"
