Author: mysunshine08

Title: Four Years Later…Again.

Rating: K – K+

Summary: Four years after Sara has left (for the second time) she finally returns.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI characters! I do own the little girl though.

A/N: So it's been a year since I made my first story and now the same thing that happened then is happening again, Sara has up and gone and this time its Grissom fault. So I took the liberty of re-reading my story from then, and fixing it so it fits the now. THIS IS NOT A CONTIUNATION OF MY FIRST STORY!!! I should make that clear, same story line, but just up to season.

A/N2: These first few chapters don't have much dialogue. I'm not partial to it, but it will get better I promise, just go with me.

Chapter 1: Him

He rushed out of the lab as soon as he signed his last bit of paperwork. He didn't bother to stop and answer question from anyone, he just wanted to go. Go see her. He couldn't believe that she was back, it had seemed like only yesterday, he returned home to find a note, saying that she was leaving…again. He hated himself for weeks after that. Burying himself deep into work, not wanting to come to conclusion that she was gone, and this time it was his fault. Why had he been so stupid? Why didn't he say something when she asked him, "Who are we talking about right now?" That day stuck out in his mind every day. Why didn't he say something, he had this way of going in between the lines, only she could read it. Now here he was four years later, trying to maintain the speed limit, meeting her.

As he pulled into the parking lot, he noticed her car, for it was the only other car in the small parking lot. He glanced down at the digital clock, 3:19AM. He was twenty minutes late. They were suppose to meet at 3:00, but it was either his lack of will to leave his office, or the fact that he kept doing paper work. Either way he knew he was dreading this. He didn't know why but he was. Maybe it was the fact that it's been four years, or the fact that he was dreading the inevitable. What if she moved on? What is was meeting him to tell him that she wanted her things back, so she could move on her life? He couldn't bear those thoughts. No, she didn't sound that way on the phone when they spoke. She sounded happy, relieved, like her old self. He finally turned the car off, grabbed his jacket and stepped out of the car. He didn't bother changing into his change of clothes from work, since he was running late.

The fresh air hit him as he walked into the old-time diner. He scanned the place, finally fixing his eyes on the back booth. There she was. She was drinking tea, and starring out the window. She turned her head and looked at him, she flashed him one of her smiles, and his heart melted once again, as it did so many years ago. As he walked over to her, he noticed that she was still beautiful as ever. Her hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail, with a few stray pieces across her face. An angel is what he concluded. She looked the same way she had when they first met. When he was the teacher and she, the student. If someone would have told him that they would be here today, with all they have been through, the struggles and the blessing they had endured, he would have laughed in their face and called them crazy. Yet here he was thinking back at all they had been through.

He sat down across from her. She looked tired, then again who could blame her. It was 3:30 in the morning and she had just driven from San Francisco. Four years ago, she left him for the second time in a year. The first time she left because of herself, she needed to get away, to find herself. He let her leave, leaving her to her space. He regretted it immediately. Then she came back, almost a year later. He called her and told her that Warrick had been murdered; she said she would be there. Sure enough hours later she was standing in his office. He was happy to see her, even under circumstances. Then he had to go and open his mouth, or not open it in his case. Sara had come to him for advice about the case she was observing. He had sat there and listen to her defend the husband, but he knew that the husband pulled the plug in order to move on with his life. He went on and explained the husband's feelings not knowing that he was explaining his own. The conversation played over and over in his head, every day for the past four years…

"Sooner or later a relationship in status withers…you need more than the safety of knowing that you're not alone," is what he had said,

"Then he should have walked away." She came back with.

"Maybe he couldn't, maybe he needed her to leave him…" he couldn't control his mouth.

Then she said the words that brought him back to reality and realized what he had said he couldn't take back, "Who are we talking about right now?"

He couldn't believe how stupid he was, he could have, should have answered her. But he kept his mouth shut, not knowing what to say. She took his quiet response, and took his advice, and left him. A month later she sent him a web video explaining how she was finally happy, and that she felt free. That was the last time he heard from her. He had received a message from her two weeks ago, asking him to call and meet with her, now here she was sitting in front of him, neither not knowing what to say. She had said something about a surprise and not to be mad at her when he found out. He had promised even though he wanted to ask what it was. Now looking he saw what it was.

In the corner of the booth was a brown headed little girl sound asleep with a blanket over her. He kept starring at her, then blinking, and then starring at the little girl again. When he looked back up at her, she was smiling as if she was answering his thoughts. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if to speak, but he spoke first.

A/N3: So how do you like the new version?? A little up-to-date now! Review please, they make me happy!!!

A/N4: For those who started to read my "Not Ready to Say Goodbye" story, I apologize for the lateness. I am a freshman in college now, and well that got in the way, but now that CSI is back, so is my muse! I am in the process of getting it back on track.

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