A/N - I was meant to have a break from writing for a couple of days but I have failed. This story is written purely out of desperation. I finished all my essays for Uni two days ahead of myself and as I finished Second Sight, I had nothing to do. So I sat at my laptop and started typing and this is the result. So read, reveiw and if you have any information regarding CSI season eight, please tell me. I have to wait another couple of months till it gets here and I need to know if Sara dies!!!!!

Chapter One – Past Arrival

When Sara went to the call out, she didn't expect anything more then a simple B&E. She chatted quickly to Brass before moving into the house and beginning her search of the crime scene. When she heard the voice behind her, she ignored it, chalking it up to one of the new detective graduates that had been trailing Brass lately. But when she heard it again, something in her mind registered and she felt the pounding panic in her heart.

"Sara Sidle, who would have thought I would see you around these parts?"

Sara stood and ignored the urge to run that was zipping through her legs and feet.

"Shelton Wayne. What are you doing here?"

Shelton tried to give her a charming smile, one that worked on her fifteen years ago but not now, not after all that had happened.

"I live here now"

"You're not allowed to live here, I do"

Shelton smiled again and Sara could see why he was such a magnate to most women. He had a slim body, dark brown hair and wide clear eyes. He was a charmer, always had been and probably always will be.

"Well apparently I am safe enough to be back out in normal society."

Sara gave him a hard look before bending back over and continuing her examination. She could feel his eyes looking over and she wanted nothing more then to hit him.

"You are still a fine looking girl Sara. Far too sexy to be a scientist."

"Shut up Shelton. Actually do us all a favour and leave"

"Why would I do that when I can stay here and watch you?"

"The retraining order still applies, even now"

"Well that's the great thing about having money Sara, it makes things go away"

"So if I give you some money, will you disappear?"

"I have everything I want."

"Leave Shelton, I mean it"

Shelton moved closer to her and she felt his hand run along her spine. Everything in her body told her to hit him, to do what she could to get his hand off her back.

"I said leave"

Shelton was close enough for her to feel his breath on her cheek, his words slow and slick in her ear.

"Beg for me Sara."

This time Sara didn't hold back. She stood and shoved Shelton firmly in the chest. He came at her again and on nothing more then the rage and memories that were flowing through her, pulled back her leg and kicked him in the groin. He collapsed onto the ground moaning and curling into the fetal position. Sara resumed her examination of the broken window, determined to do what she could to achieve normality. There was nothing like a flash back from the past that could make you truly appreciate the soothing affect that testing for prints gave. The smell of the powder, the smoothness of the brush and the slowly reappearing loops and swirls were helping her to breathe.

"Sara how's it – what the hell is going on here?"

Brass had just spotted the man lying on the floor and the calm CSI still examining the broken window.

"Nothing. He came at me and I did what I could to restrain him"

Brass helped Shelton get back to his feet and hobble out of the house. He was back moments later, his hands on his hips.

"Do you want to tell me what happened here?"

"I told you Brass, he came at me and I retrained him. That's all there is to it"

"There's something wrong here, I can feel it"

"Well you're wrong. Do you mind leaving me alone so I can finish my job?"

Brass moved closer to her, his face pulled into a frown.

"You're off the case Sara. I can't have you assaulting victims."

"Shelton Wayne is hardly a victim Brass"

"Either way, you need to leave"

Sara packed her case and pushed past Brass. She headed back to her truck and drove away from the house. She kept driving, having no idea where she was going or how long she would drive for but she had to escape. Everything that had happened fifteen years ago came rushing back to her and she could feel his hands on her skin and his lips pressed against hers. She didn't need this, didn't want it but she guessed that's what happened when you tried to outrun your past. Eventually it catches back up with you.

After ignoring the numerous phone calls from Grissom, she headed back to the lab to face the wind fall that she knew would come. She ducked quietly into the break room, making sure that she avoided Grissom in any way shape or form. She thought that she had succeeded until she heard his voice, angry and determined following her into the room.

"Sara!"

Sara swore under her breath and turned to face Grissom. He was furious, his face was red and his fists were clenched at his side.

"What the hell happened Sara?"

Sara turned away from him and poured herself a coffee, trying to remain calm.

"Nothing happened"

"That's a lie and you know it. You kicked a victim in the groin"

"He's not a victim"

Grissom took her by the shoulders and made her turn to face him.

"What really happened?"

"Leave it Grissom. I don't want to remember and you certainly don't need to know. Can't you just leave it?"

"No. Until you decide what you want to say about this situation, you're suspended"

"What!"

"You are suspended until further notice."

Sara dumped her coffee cup into the sink, shattering the mug into small pieces. She pushed past him and headed out of the lab, ignoring the questioning looks from the rest of the staff.

When she got home, she headed for the vodka that she had kept in the cupboard since she had stopped drinking. She had no idea why she had kept it there but she was suddenly glad that she had. She poured herself a glass and settled in front of the TV. She hated feeling like this, useless and angry. Shelton had taken so much from her and now he had come back into her life again and took away something else: her life. He had done it fifteen years ago and the memories brought a bad taste into her mouth. There was nothing she could do then and there was nothing she could do now short of telling Grissom why she had acted the way she had. Grissom already knew to much of her past and there was no reason for him to know this little fun snippet as well. She sipped at her vodka as she watched America's Most Wanted, determined to forget that events that had happened this evening.

Grissom had tried to call her three times but all he got was the answering machine. He wanted to go over to her house and talk to her but he was far too angry. Thanks to her actions at the B&E, Shelton Wayne was pressing charges not only against Sara but also against the entire lab. Grissom had already had to field calls from the mayor and a yelling match with Ecklie which had ended in the worse way possible with Grissom on the losing end of things. It had not been pretty and when Ecklie left the office, Grissom was ready to resign. He didn't need this and he hadn't wanted it. He knew that something was up with Sara, she didn't explode for no reason and for that he wanted to believe her. But what in the world had Shelton Wayne do to her to make her lash out like that? Shelton had told his side of the story claiming that all he had done was ask Sara what she was doing and she turned around and kicked him. Grissom wanted to believe him but there was no way that he would until Sara told him what had happened in that living room.