She had talked to her brother for a little longer before Sara decided she should leave. She really enjoyed talking to her brother and was happy to see he was doing well. But the brunette was surprised by how friendly everyone was to her. She expected them to almost hate her; she hadn't spoken to them for so long, it just seemed like that was how it should be. But both her brother and mother were equally supportive of the fact that Sara was visiting.

The drive back to the hotel was long and tiresome. The road was basically dead, but since it was late evening by now, it was surprising. It was just beginning to darken and most people, who were out, were walking along the sidewalk happily.

Sara enjoyed the silence of the car ride. It was an almost comforting silence, wrapping around her like a warm blanket. It was at this time, as she sat quietly in the polyester seat of her car, that Sara wanted to call Grissom. She'd been here in San Francisco for almost five days now and this was the first time she felt the real need to call him. She longed to hear his voice. To tell him all about her mother and how well she was doing. How she had a nephew and her brother got married. But her happy thoughts of Grissom were disturbed by the memory of the fact that she had left that man back in Vegas. She couldn't call him.

And he wouldn't call her.

Sara pulled into the hotel parking lot slowly and found a parking space after a couple minutes of searching the packed parking lot.

The tall brunette stepped out of her SUV and slammed the door closed. She walked through the eerily silent parking lot cautiously, her CSI training getting the best of her.

The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the traffic in the streets near by and the clicking of her heels. The odd screeching of tires on the other floors of the parking lot were disturbing her thoughts are Sara began to quickly move towards the door, feeling like she was in some horror movie.

She began to almost speed walk towards the door, looking behind her for a moment. She found herself turning around and running face first into a large chest of a man.

"Whoa there!" the tall man exclaimed and Sara was happy to see she recognized the face.

"Craig! You scared me," she gasped, her hand on her chest. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute and she could hear it in her ears. The sounds of the parking lot no longer scared her, "What are you doing down here?"

Craig motioned towards his luggage, "I'm heading back home," he explained, "Work here is down for this month. I'll be back in a month or so."

"Wow… that sucks, you're leaving me all alone," Sara teased and Craig smiled, "Here's my number. Call me when you get back. If I'm still here, we can get together and have coffee." Sara handed him a business card from her purse. It said CSI: Las Vegas, Nevada across the top, but it was all she had at the time. No personal cards, just work ones.

"That'd be great," Craig smiled, taking the card in his hand. He placed the card inside his wallet and looked up at Sara, "It was nice meeting you, Sara." With that, he walked away and Sara went through the doors into the hotel.

…

Sara sat on the edge of her bed and yawned tiredly, leaning back into the duvet on the bed. She reached for her cell phone and smiled as she read her text messages.

Greg had sent her a message telling her he missed her and that she should call him. Sara grinned and dialled his number. After a few rings his voice came on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Hey Greg!" Sara chirped, glad to hear his voice on the other end of the receiver.

"SARA!" Greg screamed and Sara laughed, " I haven't spoke to you in so long!"

"Greg, it's been like five days…"

"I know! That's a long time!"

Sara laughed; "I guess…" she smiled, loving his enthusiasm. Greg was one of her closest friends. She remembered way back when he first started, Greg had had a crush on her. It was an innocent thing, and even though Greg knew her and Grissom were together, but he still loved to flirt with her, "How have you been, darling?"

"I've been good, M'lady" he returned, "We were dead for awhile but things have started to pick up again. We've had some interesting cases."

"Like what?" the brunette asked and listened to Greg tell her all about all of the recent cases going on. She loved to hear about it. Not only for the fact that she loved listening to stories about crimes but for the fact that she loved listening to her friend. She loved to know what was going on. As happy as she was to be in San Francisco learning about her family, she missed home. She missed the thrill of a new case. The times where she would hang out in the break room with her co-workers, her friends, and just talk and joke around.

"But basically, it's still Vegas here!" Greg laughed after he finished telling her about the case.

Sara chuckled, "Well Greg, it sounds like you're having fun there!"

"When are you coming back?" he finally asked, his voice low and soft.

The brunette sighed, "I don't know yet, Greg. I just don't know. I want to come back, I really do,"

"Then come back."

"But the thing is… I have to finish some things here…"

"Are you ever going to tell anyone why you're wherever you are?"

Sara decided it was time to tell someone where she was. She couldn't hide it forever. It wasn't like it was going to kill her to tell people… if anything, it would be a step forward.

"I'm in San Francisco…"

"Why?"

There was a pause before Sara continued, " I was raised in a foster home, Greg. I haven't seen nor spoke to my real family since I was thirteen. After everything that happened… I decided I should. I've finally spoke to my mother and my brother for the first time in years!"

"How is that going?"

"It's going good," Sara nodded, "I really enjoy getting to know them. It's slow… but it's happening."

"That's good to hear… but we still miss you," Greg sighed and Sara smiled on the other end.

"I miss you all too. So much. But I should go to bed Greggo. Talk to you again soon!"