A/N- To the anonymous reviewer '.()', read on and all shall be explained. I actually can't believe this whole thing happened, but the characters made me do it! That's just how they are, if you're a serious writer, you know what I'm saying, if not… too bad, you have NO idea what you're missing!

Nicole

Sara sat with her legs over the side of the bed, which was so big, her feet didn't touch the ground. She didn't trust herself to stand up, although she felt the need to move around. It was all flooding back to her, Sam's face loomed in front of her, smiling evilly. His expression was so 'I-told-you-so' that Sara almost cried. All the evidence had been right there in front of her. It all fit, the stab wounds on the body that was supposedly Sam were all made by a left handed person, evidence that may have very well gotten her off the hook. Unfortunately, it was also the evidence that was against Robby. The only person that Sara knew at Harvard who was left-handed was Sammy himself and it was impossible for him to stab himself so violently and so many times. This is what led the police to believe it was someone off campus. However, the only fingerprints they found in the dorm room were Robby's, Sammy's, and the roommate's (he was out of town that week). Then, just the previous afternoon, her captor (the one she supposed was Robby) had thrown a very weak punch with very poor aim at her, with his right arm. When she had met Robby and Sammy, it was a few weeks into school and when the murder happened, it was less than a month later. Robby and Sammy were practically identical, no one who knew them besides their parents could tell them apart. Same height, same build, same face, hair, eye color, everything but the age was the same. Even when it came down to personality, they were identical, and their friends were the same. Sara struggled to recall where the autopsy had been done. She had known at one point in time, she had friends in the police department. She suddenly recalled the doctor who had done it, Dr. Ramsey. He wasn't well known and didn't often do autopsy reports for criminal cases. He was supposedly a friend of the Martin family and the autopsy had been done by their request. There had been rumors around school that the Martin's were worried that there would be evidence that would point to their other son. They figured that Dr. Ramsey would cover up any of this evidence. They were right, those people. The only thing that didn't fit was why the parents wouldn't have said anything about the wrong son being reported dead. Sara pondered this thought while she changed into her pajamas. She had forgotten to change when she went to sleep before, and now it was only midnight. She figured she could still go back to sleep before morning came.

Nick paced in the conference room at Martin & Lynick. Grissom had sent him to interview Mrs. Martin and after several hours holding on the phone at their huge insurance company, he had managed to get an appointment with her. Catherine and Warrick were interviewing the husband at the smaller branch on the other side of town. Nick was about to look at the time for the hundredth time when Mrs. Martin walked in. Nick's first impression was that of wealth and power, not surprising. Mrs. Martin was about 5"5' and had blonde hair and green eyes. She was in good physical shape and if Nick didn't know her real age of 63, he would have taken her for someone about 40.

" Nick Stokes I presume?" she asked in a slight British accent.

" Yes ma'am. You must be Mrs. Martin," Nick said amiably. He didn't want to sound too intimidating.

"That I am, but please, call me Anna." She sat and motioned for Nick to join her. He took the seat directly across the table.

"Alright Anna, I am here about a case we are currently working on." Nick watched for a reaction but when he got none he continued, "My co-worker, Sara Sidle, she went missing several days ago."

"Oh, I saw that on the news! You think that I had something to do with it?" Mrs. Martin looked appalled at the thought.

"Not directly. You're son's finger prints were found at the crime scene," Nick explained.

"My son? Oh my God! I know he's been in and out of jail for the last few years Mr. Stokes and please understand that I don't doubt your abilities as a crime scene investigator, but my son would never do anything like this!" For a minute, Nick thought she might leave, but she remained seated and waited for him to continue.

"No ma'am, I don't think so either, considering the son I am talking about has evidently been dead for quite some time."