Okay, chapter 10. This should answer the question of why Sara has absolutely no idea who Endza is.

Endza decided that today, she would dress like a normal person. Ever since she had met the CSIs again, she had been wearing a white surong. It was a middle eastern looking wrap that was easy for her move around in. She was wondering why everyone was staring at her.

"You know Endza, for a smart girl, you can act pretty dumb at times." She said to herself. She dug up a pair of jeans and a black shirt from her cabin. The clothes were kind of large on her. She had lost a lot of weight since the last time she had worn them. For some odd reason, she didn't call Nick or Warrick to come and pick her up. So it took her a while to walk to the lab. Her cabin wasn't far from Las Vegas, but it still took a while. She hated to have to venture through the city. Seeing how the women dressed and the awful language flying around made her cringe inside. But she was a tough girl. She had to be. There wasn't a day that went by that her life didn't require it.

It was nice this evening. When she walked through the lab doors, Judy didn't give her 'that' look. It was almost like everyone here was happy to see her again. She knew, in the back of her mind, why everyone had fears of her. Waiting for her to lash out or cause some sort of destruction, like she did 4 years ago. But they needn't worry. Not now. She knew the reason, perfectly well. But she couldn't tell a soul.

Sara sat on the locker room bench, tearing the nametag off her vest. She didn't feel sad. She didn't feel angry. She just felt numb. That was it. The room was empty. Maybe cold. It was dark, gloomy, lonely. She didn't think it had been any other way ever before. These last eight, what if they had been a waste of time? What if, she has just been stalling, trying to run away? They were. She wasn't really aware of what she was doing. Her mind had the plan already in action. She didn't need to think about it.

She took a piece of tape and in place of her nametag stuck in the same spot. She took out her pen and wrote 'Good Luck.' Opening the younger CSI's locker, Sara hung the vest that was no longer hers. Ronnie might not know what it means but she was ready for it.

With that, she closed Ronnie's locker door and went to open her own. Gathering her stuff, her eyes couldn't evade that picture of her only love. She was no longer numb. It was all just falling apart. And unbeknownst to her, someone was watching.

"Sara?"

The CSI slowly angled her head towards the door.

"Yes?" she had no clue who this girl was but she wasn't in the state of mind at the moment to ask.

"I'm Endza Vavare."

Sara's eyes widened. This was the girl. The girl who called Grissom. A faint smile appeared across her face.

"I'm Sara." She said, extending her hand. "It's nice to finally meet you."

Endza reached out and elegantly shook the woman's hand.

"So, you were the one who found me?" Sara asked, abit shaken.

Endza nodded. She was almost eye to eye with the woman. Sara observed how the girl moved. She was fluid in her movements, yet had an edge of stealth. Her eyes had incredible intensity, but were kind all in one. When she blinked, it wasn't the usual fast closing of the eyes. She would squint at tad before closing and opening them again. Whenever she would open them again, her eyes or head would be in a different direction. Why was she so different? Was she even a teenager? Definitely not from Las Vegas.

Endza raised an eyebrow.

"I can see you're studying me." She said. Endza grinned, but it was sly. Sara recognized it all too well. Sara's face turned to one with anger. Endza's saddened at the sight of this.

"I have to go." Said Sara. But Endza needed to talk.

"I need to know why I haven't met you before." She stated before Sara walked out the door. "I know you've been here for nearly a decade. But when I came, you were never here. I stayed for nearly 3 months. I never saw you. I heard your name on several occasions. But, you never came."

Sara couldn't believe this girl had been here before, and for nearly 3 months?!

"When were you here?"

Endza thought for a moment.

"The summer of 2004." Then it clicked. Sara closed her eyes and sighed.

"I was on… vacation." She said, trying to retrieve the rest of her stuff from her locker.

The teen wasn't convinced.

"The whole summer?" This was ticking Sara off.

"I got a DUI and they wanted me to take the time off, okay?" she said, angrier than she was an hour ago.

She waited for the girl to do something. Like mock her. This chick was just like, just like Hannah. She already faced one evil prodigy today. She didn't need another one.

"That's all I wanted to know." She said softly. The way she said it sent shivers down Sara's spine. She turned around to look at the girl's face. She could practically hear the foreign instruments playing in the background. Her face was full of total mystery, but her eyes were full of comfort. It was impossible for Sara to explain to herself how she felt.

"It looks like I'll be around for a while." Endza said, trying to maybe lighten the mood. "How about you?"

Sara looked away for a brief moment and shook her head.

"I don't think so." Endza's face didn't change.

"I think my time has ended. I need to go, where, I have no idea, but I can't stay Endza." She said. The girl nodded.

"I know what happened to you, Endza. I'm sorry and I wish I could stay and help you fix it, but I don't have the strength to do that right now." Endza gave her a faint smile.

"It's okay." She whispered. Sara looked at her feet. She could feel the tears fill her eyes, but somehow she knew that this girl standing here wouldn't think any less of her. She placed her bag on her shoulder.

"Thank you." Sara said finally. But before she could leave the locker room, Endza had one thing left to say.

"He loves you Sara." She said quietly.

Sara turned around and gave a small nod. "I know." And she left before the teen could see her tears.

Grissom stood in shock. His Sara, gone? He found his legs and speedily walked towards the break room, in hope of finding one of his team mates. But he didn't find any of them. Instead he found Endza sitting on a bench staring at the locker's intentively.

"Endza, what are you doing here?" she turned her head, with the calmest expression gracing her face.

"I don't know exactly. Help if I can." Grissom was going to yell explicit, but found that maybe she could be useful.

"Have you seen Sara? Any time during the past hour?" he said hopeful.

"Yes. I have." She stated simply. She wasn't being rude at all, but it was driving Grissom crazy.

"Well?"

"She left."

"Details would be wonderful right now."

Endza stood up and walked over to stand in front of the scientist. He could feel the air in the room taking pity on him.

"She couldn't stay Grissom. What she told me I'm sure you already know." She said softly. "I don't know where she's going. I'm not sure that she even knows where she's going. But from what I know, " she sighed " she'll find it. She has always had to travel alone."

Grissom could hear the violins. He had not only promised himself but also to Sara that she no longer needed to be alone. But like the letter said, out in the desert she realized that she needed to bury the ghosts. Out there under the car, she must have found out that he can't always be there when he is needed. The pain in his heart only grew more painful. And like he expected, Endza could see it.

"Let her make this journey alone Grissom." He sadly nodded as his eyes went from her kind face to the lockers. He knew that was right. But then again, how can such advice come from a 15 year old?

"Endza?" he asked. "what's your IQ?"

"Why?" she asked confused.

"There is someone I need you to talk to."

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How's that? Next chapter she's gonna kick Hannah's butt! Reviews and chocolates are all I ask for!!!