Chapter 9! Wow, that took a long time! I had to go back and re-read the story to find my place. Hectic week at school, and them I went camping. It was very muddy, and no internet access. Or a computer, for that matter. Oh well. Here's Chapter 9, Enjoy!

I really don't own CSI. It sucks. Oh well, I'm over it. Let's get to the story.

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"CRAP! CRAP!" Gil exclaimed as he looked through the things that Sara had moved from her apartment. There were no photo albums at all in the closet where they stored such things. "OW! Crap! What the heck was that?!?!?!" He yelled a few more cuss words as he found that one of the scrapbooks stacked on the top shelf had fallen on his right foot. It throbbed for awhile, but he was fine after some Tylenol and ice.

He was extremely frustrated with his fruitless search of their house. There was no record of anything at all. He was planning to go to Sara's apartment when his cell rang.

"Grissom"

"Hey. Any luck?"

"No, sweetheart. I'm still looking. I'm getting into my car to search the apartment. I'll call before I come back, to tell you whether or not I found anything."

"OK, take your time, I'm tired, but I should be up in a bit."

"'Night Sweetie."

"'Night Gil. Love you."

"Love you."

"Bye."

Gil sighed as he closed his phone. He had to find something. It meant so much to Sara, and he wanted so badly to make her happy. He pulled into the parking lot, and got out of the car. He walked to her apartment, and then opened the door. He started in the Living room, on the bookshelves.

He skimmed over many books, many about forensics, and ones that he already had at home. There was a few entomology textbooks that he had given her, and a few that he hadn't. He skipped over them. He found a scrapbook covered in blue denim. Hoping that it would yield something helpful, he walked to the couch, sat down, and opened it.

He gasped as he opened the book, and saw the cover page. It was a colorful page with the name 'Gil Grissom' printed in stamped letters. He turned the page in shock. There, on the page, was the syllabus from the first ever lecture that Sara had attended in college.

Flashback

Sara Sidle walked in to the lecture hall quietly. There were few that were earlier than her. She walked up to the front of the room and sat in the very center of the very first row. She then pulled out the book that Dr. Grissom had recommended that people read before coming to the lecture. It was well worn, as if she had read it many times. Dr. Grissom watched with interest as she also pulled out a notebook and mini tape recorder. She had checked with the staff of the College many times before buying that recorder. Dr. Grissom had even encouraged them to bring them, as well. She had brought many tapes, and seemed very eager to begin. It was too bad that she had to wait another hour and a half before the lecture started.

Dr. Grissom smiled to himself. She was so eager, and so pretty. But a student. He shook his head, and looked everywhere but her. The lecture started, and she never removed her stare from him the entire time. She paid strict attention, took notes, and recorded every word he said. Afterwards, she came over while he was packing up his notes and books. She had a few questions. They took 15 minutes, and she still had more.

"Why don't you let me take you to dinner, and we can finish my questions," she had offered. He accepted. The rest was history. She showed up at two more lectures that semester, and was just as eager every time. They also went to dinner after those, too. Then he had to return to Vegas, and he hadn't seen her in forever, although they had kept in contact.

End Flashback.

Gil smiled as he turned the pages. There were the syllabi from other lectures, newspaper clips, printouts of e-mails, and letters. Soon, there were pictures of him, and them together. The last update, or so it seemed, was the pictures of them in the mall photo booth. She had convinced him to go shopping with her, and she was inspired to get them pictures of their first shopping trip together. He had consented. He smiled as he traced the shape of her face. It seemed like a lifetime, though it was only two and a half months ago.

He set the book aside, in a pile to take to the hospital. He returned to the shelf, still surprised by the album about him. He was just about to give up, when he spotted an album in the back, shoved behind all the books. He reached behind, and grabbed it. It was just a plain black book on the outside. Inside, there was a bunch of yellowed newspaper clips. One headline screamed 'Crazy Wife Kills Abusive Husband' it was followed by the subheading 'Laura Sidle arrested for the murder of her husband, John Sidle'. Gil wasn't sure what to make of this. It was extremely shocking. It seemed that Sara had collected every news article about her parents and family ever published. There was news about the trial, pictures, and her father's obituary. He read it slowly. By the time he was finished reading everything, his eyes were so clouded over with tears that he could barely see. His Sara, his sweetheart, the love of his life, had been through so much in her childhood. He didn't know whether or not to take this album with him to the Hospital. It would upset Sara, and that was the last thing that they both needed. He would try to find a happy album. Even if he had to Photoshop them, he would find happy family pictures.

He abandoned his search, and called Sara.

"I found a good one. Oddly enough, though, it's centered on someone with the exact same name as me, Ms. Sidle. Is there another Gil Grissom that I need to meet, or is someone a little bit in love with an old entomology professor?"

"Silly idiot! I love you, and only you. Bring the album. I want to see it, see if it brings back memories. If not, I'm sending you back on a wild goose chase."

"For you, my darling, anything. Anything that you wish, it shall be my command."

"Tell me what you know."

"I will, babe. Just let me do it in person. I'll bring the album. See you soon!"

"See ya"

"Yep."

He closed his eyes. The only thing on his mind was what he had to tell her, and what she would do when she found out the shadows that she was currently relieved from.

He stood up, and took the denim-covered album with him, leaving the small black one on the coffee table. He looked back, and then proceeded to the hospital with the album of happy memories. The bad ones could wait until she was stronger, both physically and emotionally. With a sigh, he walked into the hospital to show Sara the album.

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I love writing cliffhangers. They are my best friends! If you review, and ask nicely, I'll update soon, if my boyfriend doesn't kill me. He wants me to go out with him, and I'm always busy. So, if you don't hear from me for awhile, he dragged me out, and I'm being held captive. I really love him, so I won't mind...

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