A/N Thanx for all the great reviews and keep 'em coming! I know that the chapters are still short but this is due to the amount of homework I have received recently. I am hoping that after this week, it'll be a little less hectic, until then, bear with me and take a look at some of my other stories. Also, I am aware of the fact that the title does not pertain to the story as of yet, no worries, I'm working on it.

Nicole

"This is not looking good," Grissom said, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table. In front of him, papers were strewn carelessly across the table. The one in question lie directly in front of Grissom.

"What?" Nick looked up from the file he had been going through. It was Robert Martin's police file. Considering the man's past action, it didn't appear that Sara was a victim of a kiddy prank. Bank robbery's, drug possessions, assault and battery, the list went on for nearly two pages. Always the guy had gotten away on good behavior after only a month or so in jail.

"Sara's record. I mean…" he trailed off, considering how he should phrase his next sentence.

"Sara has a record?" Catherine came into the room, not looking any happier than her two colleagues.

"Not exactly, it's more of what didn't get put on her record." Nick and Catherine stared at Gil questioningly. "Well, when Sara was at Harvard, there was a homicide investigation. Our suspect had a younger brother, Samuel who was an enemy of Sara's. He was murdered in his freshman year. Sara was questioned and taken into custody, the charges were dropped when they couldn't find enough evidence against her," Grissom explained carefully. He had to keep his emotions in check.

"Evidence against who?" asked Warrick, entering with a yet another file to add to the pile already on the table.

"Sara," Nick said, his voice wavering slightly.

"There's evidence against-" he was cut off by an icy glare from Grissom, who was beginning to get annoyed with Warrick's constant need for reconfirmation. "OK then, I guess I'll shut up now. Give me the file and I'll read up on it, if you want."

"Here." Grissom tossed him the file.

"What did you find?" asked Catherine, taking over for Grissom while he cooled off.

"Well, when I investigated at Sara's place, I lifted some fingerprints. I ran them through the database and most ere Sara's, but the ones I found on the doorknob to her bedroom were someone else's."

"Whose were they?" asked Nick.

"Samuel Martin," Warrick said, placing the file he came in with on the table and opening it to reveal a picture of Samuel Martin.

Sara went to sleep that same evening, she was exhausted. After being locked up for the better part of the day, she had wracked her memory for specific details about Robby. The most obvious thing she could think of was the homicide investigation, but that didn't help her. She kept coming back to it though, and finally decided to go to bed. She always thought better when she was awake or running on adrenaline anyway. She was expecting a dreamless sleep, but what she got was anything but. Her dreams were filled with visions of the past. Mostly of the accusations she suffered for months, but then she flashed to the memory of Sam's body. She had found it, dropping off a book she had borrowed from Sam's roommate. She shot awake and turned the light on immediately.

"Oh my God," she whispered. "Sammy killed Robby!"