A/N:  Now that I'm reviewing this story again for the umpteenth time… I'm realizing how much I loved writing it.  It's a little corny in some places but it is the first fic I ever wrote.

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One Month Later -LVPD Crime Lab - Interrogation Room

            "The phone records show a phone call being made to a cell phone at the same time that Sara was being led away.  It came from the phone in your lab.  Any reason why you'd be making a phone call at that specific moment when someone you seem to care so much for is being led away in handcuffs, Mr. Sanders?" Ecklie asked with a sneer in his voice.  He never could stand the nerds that worked on the graveyard shift and he had even more reason now.

            "I... uh... no, it just happened at the same time, just coincidence.  It wasn't like I knew she was going to be arrested or anything." Greg started to get flustered after answering the same questions for three hours already and Ecklie could feel they were getting close.  He knew he helped Sara Sidle get away but still didn't have enough on him.

            "Greg, she had help, we know that.  It's only a matter of time before we have the proof that it was you that helped her.  Why not just spare yourself and tell us where she is?"

            "I wish I knew where she was, but I don't." Greg was getting tired of this. If I did, I would have gone with, he thought.  "I think if you want to ask me anything more, you'll have to do so with my lawyer present."

            Ecklie, now, was mad but Brass stepped in before he could do anything stupid. "Greg, you can go, just don't leave town."

            Greg got up and looked at the mirrored wall.  He knew that the rest of the night shift crew had watched the interrogation.

            It was three thirty in the afternoon and the Vegas weather as usual was sweltering.  As Greg left the building, he took off his jacket and got his keys out.  He didn't hear Grissom calling after him.  He unlocked his car, threw the jacket in the passenger seat and then got in and drove home.  After he parked his car at his house, he started walking up to the front door and then noticed a car parked out front.  He walked over to get a closer view and couldn't believe his eyes.  He went back to his car, got his jacket and headed down to the car.  When he got in, the driver put the vehicle in gear and drove off.

            Grissom and Catherine wanted to talk with Greg before he left the lab but couldn't get his attention.  They had seen how nervous he acted in the interrogation and knew he wasn't telling the truth.  They decided to head over to his place and talk to him there.  When they arrived however, they spotted him getting in a red, Olds Intrigue and then drive off.  They decided to follow him and the other man that was driving to find out what was going on.

            After several blocks, the driver of the car that Greg had gotten in saw that they were being followed.  Getting out his cell phone, he dialed, waited for an answer, and when it was all he said was...  "Plan on extra company."  He hung up and looked over at Greg.  "We're being followed.  It's a blue SUV."

            Greg looked through his side mirror. "It's probably Grissom and one of the others."  Looking back at the man, he saw that he wore a face of apprehension.

            "Greg, when we get to the airstrip, I want you to go straight to the plane.  No matter what, do not hesitate.  Just walk to it and don't look back."

            Greg nodded.  Remembering the circumstances he met this man in, less than ten years previously, he would obey without question.

            They drove to the southern city limits of Las Vegas, to an abandoned airstrip.  As they got out of the car, Grissom and Catherine pulled up behind them. 

            They started walking to the plane.

            As Grissom and Catherine got out of the Tahoe, Catherine yelled, "Greg, stop!  Where are you going?"  When he didn't stop, she reached for her gun and saw that Grissom already had his in hand.  Suddenly, they heard a familiar voice commanding, "Put your guns down."

            Grissom, standing closest to the voice, turned toward it.  Five feet away was the one person he had never thought he'd see again, and had hoped he would never see in this situation.

            Sara was facing him with her gun at point blank range.

            "Sara?  What are you doing, what's going on?"  Grissom was stunned.  The Sara he had thought he knew so well was actually pointing her gun at him, and she didn't look the same.  Her hair was now blonde and she was dressed in a skirted suit.  The expression she wore was cold and relentless.

            "Sara, you're just making this harder on yourself and now you've involved Greg.  Put your gun down.  Please."  Catherine said as she stepped around Grissom and now had her gun trained on her.  Catherine was not too happy about this arrangement.  She knew there were underlying feelings between Grissom and Sara.

            Catherine heard a click next to her ear.  She glanced off to the side and saw a man, medium build with short hair, very athletic, holding a gun toward her at close range.  Grissom also heard the click and looked back towards her.  His heart started to pulse much faster than even before and he looked back at Sara with a frown and betrayal in his eyes.

            "Both of you drop your guns. Now." The man said.  Catherine dropped hers and Grissom slowly lowered his to the ground and then stood up.  "Sara, take out the clips and then get in the plane." 

            Sara motioned for Grissom to kick his gun over to her and after he did, she picked it up and released the clip.  Then she walked over to Catherine and did the same thing.  She then sauntered off to the plane, not looking back even as she got in the plane.  It began to taxi down the runway and she never heard what the other man said to Grissom and Catherine.

            "This is government business.  For her sake and for her safety, do not follow us."  The man then walked over to the car and drove off.

            "What the hell is going on?"  Catherine asked, to no one in particular.

6 months later

            Grissom walked into the break room and poured himself some coffee.  As he turned around, he saw the expectant looks on the faces of his team –minus one.

            He looked at Catherine and she nodded back at him.  "Well, it seems that we don't have anything as of yet for tonight.  Any cases that do come in will be covered by a few from day shift."

            Nick and Warrick exchanged startled looks, and then both turned to Catherine.  She just smiled and looked back at Grissom indicating to them they should listen. "We have all been officially requested to attend a conference for the next week."

            "You have got to be joking.  All of us?  Why?"  Warrick felt a little confused.

            Catherine felt the need to explain a little more than what Grissom had. "As it turns out, we, it was decided, need a break.  The higher ups want us to take some time and regroup, get our bearings and at the same time be educated."

            Nick posed the question, "Where exactly are we supposed to regroup and be educated at?"

            Catherine, with an even broader smile this time, said, "Well, that actually was left up to me and it seems there is a high power Forensic Science conference being held in... Acapulco."  Catherine smiled at the boys who now wore expressions of delight on their faces.  "So our flight has been booked and we leave at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

            "Which means we need to get home, get packed and then get some rest before are flight."  Grissom's voice held a tinge of dismay.  He was not happy with this arrangement.  He didn't want to take the time off because it would just mean more time to think.  Think about the last several months… think about her.  But he had to follow orders and the orders were to go on vacation.