Sara never became a CSI due to a detour in her life. But soul mates are soul mates and she and Grissom find each other anyway. GSR. It's three years after Sara graduated college. The way I'm writing it, Sara met Grissom at a senior seminar.

AN: Yes, I'm back writing. My other story, Ultimatum, will have a second chapter soon. I've been really busy with school and 10 million other things but summer is here and I will finish it, but this wouldn't get out of my head. Oh, and to get it out of the way...CSI equals NOT MINE. If only...

Grissom looked at the sheet in his hand. Brunette, female, 25. Reported missing by her roommate Elizabeth Roland. These cases were often tough because one could never tell if the person had just run away or if they were truly missing. He didn't know why, but something in him said this case would be different.

Ignoring the feeling, he knocked on the apartment door. Grissom would usually wait for an officer, but with missing person cases he knew time was of the essence and wanted to get started right away. Besides, Brass was en route and could only be a few minutes away. The door opened a bit to reveal a blonde female.

"Yes?"

"Miss Roland? I'm from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. You reported your roommate…"

"Yes, please come in." She opened the door the rest of the way and ushered Grissom inside.

"I'm Gil Grissom. Now you said…"

"Wait a second…Grissom? You're a forensic entomology expert right? Sara used to talk about you in college. She went to one of your seminars and said you were incredible. You have her case?"

"I'll be working along with a colleague of mine, Catherine Willows. She's running a bit late."

"I just can't believe it. She really wanted to become a CSI."

"Why didn't she?" Elizabeth froze.

"She got a bit sidetracked."

"Okay. What made you report her missing?"

"She works at a diner down the street. She always comes home after work. Always. It's been about four hours since her shift ended and she's not here."

"There's no chance she had a date, a meeting, job interview?"

"You can check her calendar, Mr. Grissom, she has nothing on there. Sara was a stay at home person. She never really goes out except the occasional grocery run. I mean I'm really the more extroverted one…" As Elizabeth rambled about social lives, Grissom began to look around the room. His eyes settled on a picture on the mantle. Instantly he was taken back to three years ago.

Flashback

"Excuse me, Dr. Grissom?" He turned to see a brunette smiling at him. She had been sitting front row center for his lecture and she had asked more questions than anyone in the room. "I'm Sara Sidle."

"You had some excellent questions today, Miss Sidle. Are you looking into becoming a CSI?"

"Possibly, and call me Sara. I'm a physics major right now but I heard about this and it sounded interesting."

"Well, I'm hoping it lived up to expectations."

"Oh yes! It was fascinating."

"I was just headed out, but would you like to go get some coffee? It seemed to me that you had more to ask." She laughed.

"How could you tell?"

"The sad puppy dog look on your face when I cut off questions was a bit telltale."

"Yes, I'd love to." At that moment her cell phone began to ring. "One second." She stepped away and Grissom studied her while she talked. He'd never had a student this enthusiastic before. He watched as she went from happy to angry. "Christopher, no! I'm in a class…Chris…ugh. Please. Fine, I'll be there soon." She turned back to him. The puppy dog face was back. "I'm sorry Dr. Grissom, rain check? Got a bit of an emergency back at my apartment."

"Sure. I'm here for the next two days." He gave her his card. "Call my cell phone and we'll meet up."

"Thank you." She gave him a brilliant smile before turning and walking out.

End flashback

She had never called him back. He had gotten over it and gone back to Las Vegas, but something in the back of his mind always wondered what would have happened.

"…I mean she's not a spinster or anything." Elizabeth had finished her tangent.

"Miss Roland, you said her name was Sara. Sara Sidle?"

"You remember her?"

"Yes, I do. To this day no one has asked me as many questions as she did at that seminar." Elizabeth laughed.

"That's Sara."

"Is there anywhere she would go? Has she mentioned leaving?"

"She wouldn't leave Mr. Grissom, I'm sure of it."

"Why?" As if on cue, a sound came from the next room. In a moment, a little brunette girl with brilliant blue eyes came walking out of the room. She looked about three years old.

"Izzy, mama?" The blonde went to her and picked her up.

"No, sweetie. Mama's not home yet." She turned back to Grissom. "This is Lily Sidle. This is why Sara didn't become a CSI. And this is why she wouldn't leave."