Hey there! Part three... and still standing. Personally, I think it's pretty dull in these parts... but I hope I pass...
iPlease remember, please remember
I was there for you
And you were there for me
Please remember, our time together
The time was yours and mine
While we were wild and free
Then remember, please remember me/i
Sara was exhausted after the convention. She boarded her rented Tahoe and picked up some Chinese and reading material. Sadly, there wasn't any except a pro-football magazine. "Well, it's better than nothing," she thought to herself. When she sat on her bed, eating her stir fried noodles and reading the magazine on her lap, she got the vaguest idea. She checked her watch and smiled to herself. "Only 2 hours since the graveyard shift started," she said loudly in the empty room.
The magazine lay forgotten on the carpeted floor and the boxes of take-out piled in the trash can. She leapt to her suitcase and fished out her wallet. She cleared out all its contents, which consisted of her credit cards, $453, phone numbers, her CSI San Francisco ID, and a picture of her old team. And then she found the one thing she has been looking for… her CSI Las Vegas ID.
Meanwhile, the graveyard shift was busy with their own cases. Grissom and Catherine were down south; Greg and Warrick were up north; Nick was working alone in the DNA lab on the van victim, Danny Parker. Grissom assigned him no field work for a while. He gave him another quote to ponder on, "Until you make peace with who you are, you'll never be content with what you have. -- Doris Mortman."
Nick fumbled with the dial of the microscope as he thought, "I'm not content of what I have. I'm not at peace with myself. Up to now, I blame myself for everything that has happened." He sighed and continued his work. Every time he pauses, he thinks of how Sara would deal with this. He was at the dead end. Usually, Sara would offer to help him. But she's not here… and she'll never be.
Another dark blue Tahoe joined the line-up of 5 parked in the parking lot of the building. Sara let go of the breath she has been subconsciously holding during the ride. "It's now or never, Sidle. You have to face him one way or another." She grabbed her ID and got off. Sara Sidle is ready to go back to the Las Vegas Crime Lab again.
She confidently walked through the front doors of the building smiling at the security officers and the familiar faces that greeted her. She still knew her way around, thank God. When she reached the place that used to be her "office", her heart beat thrice as fast. "I'm finally here again!" she cheered for herself. Slowly, she looked around and smiled as Archie was still there and gave her an effervescent wave. Some are new people she presumed but majority are recognizable people.
"Excuse me," Sara said to the busy receptionist, "can I have a look around the lab?" She waited for an answer.
"I'm sorry miss but by orders of Captain Brass and Mr. Grissom, no unauthorized persons can enter the crime lab unless with an appointment," she said in one breath.
But this didn't flag Sara's eagerness. "But I'm sure I won't need an appointment to go in…" and another voice answered for her.
"Unless it's complimentary… Welcome back, Sara," Greg said his with sunny smile. He hugged her tight and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He led her into the lab as if they're discussing a case. "So, how are you, Sara… my Sara?" he teased putting her old ID around her neck like the good ole days.
"Oh nothing much," she replied. "CSI level three back in San Francisco and I'm still that same Sara Sidle."
"What, loner? Anti-social? Vegetarian? Science-geek? Forensic magazines collector?" he teased again as they entered the break room.
She laughed. "Okay, okay… don't press it! Yes, I'm still the same. And if you don't want my infamous glares, you'd better stop making fun of me." Greg put her hands up in surrender. "Congrats on the promotion, by the way. Well earned, Sanders!"
"Thank you, thank you!" he bowed down as Sara slumped down the couches and put her feet up on the coffee table. Then his beeper went off, "Oh Warrick, needs me at DNA for analysis."
"So you're still at DNA after all the promotions," she said with enthusiasm.
"Yeah. Say, I must leave you now," he bowed down again. "Here. New issues of our great forensic magazine and I'll tell Warrick and whoever I bump into that you're here. Capish?"
Sara smiled at the word and said, "Everyone except…"
"Him. I know…see you, Sara and welcome back again!" he gave her a flying kiss.
So she's finally here… in the break room. It was nice seeing Greg and Archie and the others again. "THIS feels like home," she thought. No five minutes have passed since Greg left, hurried footfalls were heard outside the room… and…
"SARA!!!!" Cath's shrill cry emanated and the two women gave each other a hug. "Oh my goodness, I've missed you so much! Why did you change your number… we've been trying so hard to contact you."
"Catherine, I missed you, too!" she said giving the older woman a hug. They sat down and engaged in a deep conversation.
A short while later, heavier steps rushed down the hall. "Goodness, Sara! You're… you're here!" Grissom said in the happiest voice she heard him in. He dropped the folders he was holding on the table and gave Sara a big hug forgetting about whatever anti-social stereotype he has. "So glad you're back. I mean, for a while…"
She smiled at the sudden blush that crept up his cheeks. "Thanks Gil. I'm also glad to be back. But not for long… it's a visit." She realized she was babbling. An awkward silence was shared for a second and immediately interrupted by Warrick racing with Greg to the break room.
Sara threw her arms around Warrick and gave him a peck on the cheek. "How's my best friend?" he asked her as he returned the kiss. "Longer hair, I see. A bit fuller at some parts particularly at the hips. The same piercing eyes and adorable gap between the front teeth… yeah, you're still Sara Sidle."
Greg announced, "GROUP HUG!" as Archie, David, Jim and Doc entered the break room. And they did… this reinstated what she said earlier, "This IS home," she said to herself. Yet deep inside her heart, there's something missing… someone missing.
After the self-proclaimed union break, Grissom had them back on their feet. He even jokingly gave her an assignment. Everyone would've laughed only if he didn't say where her assignment would be. "Hey Sara, go on to DNA and help on the Danny Parker case." The laughter died down and scorching glares were directed at Grissom.
"Sure, who am I working with?" she joked back not noticing the silence. When she did, Grissom looked like a sick kitten and all the people around him wore the 'Sara glares'. "Hey, I should wear those glares, you guys. What's the matter?"
Cath was the first to speak up. "Nothing, Sara. Gil was just joking and really, we want you to stay here for the mean time." She nodded satisfied with her statement.
"Surround yourself with people who believe in you, Grissom," Jim said sternly. "Welcome back, Sara. We all missed you."
"Brian Koslow," Grissom said as he bid her goodbye and then the whole team followed suit.
She sat back down feeling good being with her friends again. She picked up their favorite forensic journal and started reading to pass time.
Catherine's motherly demeanor kicked in as she instructed everyone not to tell Nick about Sara being in the building. "Let him find out by himself."
"Aye!" they all said before heading back to their posts.
Nick finally finished his work just in time to give room to Greg and Warrick. "Hey guys, I'll be heading to the break room if you need anything."
Watching his back, Greg said, "It'll be sooner than I thought…"
Contrary to what he said, Nick went straight to the locker room for a shower and fresh clothes and his favorite cologne, Axe Pulse. Then, he went to the break room. He's in for the surprise of his life. But he didn't realize the woman sitting on the couches reading some journals because of his dire need of caffeine. So he went straight to the coffee pot and made himself a batch without any second glance.
Sara was very engrossed in the article she was reading that she didn't become aware of the man entering the room. It instantly smelled of Axe Pulse which turned her on but reminded her of nothing. Anyway, the guy seemed like he hadn't noticed her too so what the heck.
The shrill tone of a mobile phone pierced the air. Nick was irritated but took no note of it and kept an eye on the coffee maker. It wasn't his phone anyhow.
The owner of the phone snapped out of the section of new forensic gadgets and dug around her purse for her phone. Without taking her eyes away from the periodical, she answered it. "Sidle."
iPlease remember, please remember
I was there for you
And you were there for me
Please remember, our time together
The time was yours and mine
While we were wild and free
Then remember, please remember me/i
Sara was exhausted after the convention. She boarded her rented Tahoe and picked up some Chinese and reading material. Sadly, there wasn't any except a pro-football magazine. "Well, it's better than nothing," she thought to herself. When she sat on her bed, eating her stir fried noodles and reading the magazine on her lap, she got the vaguest idea. She checked her watch and smiled to herself. "Only 2 hours since the graveyard shift started," she said loudly in the empty room.
The magazine lay forgotten on the carpeted floor and the boxes of take-out piled in the trash can. She leapt to her suitcase and fished out her wallet. She cleared out all its contents, which consisted of her credit cards, $453, phone numbers, her CSI San Francisco ID, and a picture of her old team. And then she found the one thing she has been looking for… her CSI Las Vegas ID.
Meanwhile, the graveyard shift was busy with their own cases. Grissom and Catherine were down south; Greg and Warrick were up north; Nick was working alone in the DNA lab on the van victim, Danny Parker. Grissom assigned him no field work for a while. He gave him another quote to ponder on, "Until you make peace with who you are, you'll never be content with what you have. -- Doris Mortman."
Nick fumbled with the dial of the microscope as he thought, "I'm not content of what I have. I'm not at peace with myself. Up to now, I blame myself for everything that has happened." He sighed and continued his work. Every time he pauses, he thinks of how Sara would deal with this. He was at the dead end. Usually, Sara would offer to help him. But she's not here… and she'll never be.
Another dark blue Tahoe joined the line-up of 5 parked in the parking lot of the building. Sara let go of the breath she has been subconsciously holding during the ride. "It's now or never, Sidle. You have to face him one way or another." She grabbed her ID and got off. Sara Sidle is ready to go back to the Las Vegas Crime Lab again.
She confidently walked through the front doors of the building smiling at the security officers and the familiar faces that greeted her. She still knew her way around, thank God. When she reached the place that used to be her "office", her heart beat thrice as fast. "I'm finally here again!" she cheered for herself. Slowly, she looked around and smiled as Archie was still there and gave her an effervescent wave. Some are new people she presumed but majority are recognizable people.
"Excuse me," Sara said to the busy receptionist, "can I have a look around the lab?" She waited for an answer.
"I'm sorry miss but by orders of Captain Brass and Mr. Grissom, no unauthorized persons can enter the crime lab unless with an appointment," she said in one breath.
But this didn't flag Sara's eagerness. "But I'm sure I won't need an appointment to go in…" and another voice answered for her.
"Unless it's complimentary… Welcome back, Sara," Greg said his with sunny smile. He hugged her tight and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He led her into the lab as if they're discussing a case. "So, how are you, Sara… my Sara?" he teased putting her old ID around her neck like the good ole days.
"Oh nothing much," she replied. "CSI level three back in San Francisco and I'm still that same Sara Sidle."
"What, loner? Anti-social? Vegetarian? Science-geek? Forensic magazines collector?" he teased again as they entered the break room.
She laughed. "Okay, okay… don't press it! Yes, I'm still the same. And if you don't want my infamous glares, you'd better stop making fun of me." Greg put her hands up in surrender. "Congrats on the promotion, by the way. Well earned, Sanders!"
"Thank you, thank you!" he bowed down as Sara slumped down the couches and put her feet up on the coffee table. Then his beeper went off, "Oh Warrick, needs me at DNA for analysis."
"So you're still at DNA after all the promotions," she said with enthusiasm.
"Yeah. Say, I must leave you now," he bowed down again. "Here. New issues of our great forensic magazine and I'll tell Warrick and whoever I bump into that you're here. Capish?"
Sara smiled at the word and said, "Everyone except…"
"Him. I know…see you, Sara and welcome back again!" he gave her a flying kiss.
So she's finally here… in the break room. It was nice seeing Greg and Archie and the others again. "THIS feels like home," she thought. No five minutes have passed since Greg left, hurried footfalls were heard outside the room… and…
"SARA!!!!" Cath's shrill cry emanated and the two women gave each other a hug. "Oh my goodness, I've missed you so much! Why did you change your number… we've been trying so hard to contact you."
"Catherine, I missed you, too!" she said giving the older woman a hug. They sat down and engaged in a deep conversation.
A short while later, heavier steps rushed down the hall. "Goodness, Sara! You're… you're here!" Grissom said in the happiest voice she heard him in. He dropped the folders he was holding on the table and gave Sara a big hug forgetting about whatever anti-social stereotype he has. "So glad you're back. I mean, for a while…"
She smiled at the sudden blush that crept up his cheeks. "Thanks Gil. I'm also glad to be back. But not for long… it's a visit." She realized she was babbling. An awkward silence was shared for a second and immediately interrupted by Warrick racing with Greg to the break room.
Sara threw her arms around Warrick and gave him a peck on the cheek. "How's my best friend?" he asked her as he returned the kiss. "Longer hair, I see. A bit fuller at some parts particularly at the hips. The same piercing eyes and adorable gap between the front teeth… yeah, you're still Sara Sidle."
Greg announced, "GROUP HUG!" as Archie, David, Jim and Doc entered the break room. And they did… this reinstated what she said earlier, "This IS home," she said to herself. Yet deep inside her heart, there's something missing… someone missing.
After the self-proclaimed union break, Grissom had them back on their feet. He even jokingly gave her an assignment. Everyone would've laughed only if he didn't say where her assignment would be. "Hey Sara, go on to DNA and help on the Danny Parker case." The laughter died down and scorching glares were directed at Grissom.
"Sure, who am I working with?" she joked back not noticing the silence. When she did, Grissom looked like a sick kitten and all the people around him wore the 'Sara glares'. "Hey, I should wear those glares, you guys. What's the matter?"
Cath was the first to speak up. "Nothing, Sara. Gil was just joking and really, we want you to stay here for the mean time." She nodded satisfied with her statement.
"Surround yourself with people who believe in you, Grissom," Jim said sternly. "Welcome back, Sara. We all missed you."
"Brian Koslow," Grissom said as he bid her goodbye and then the whole team followed suit.
She sat back down feeling good being with her friends again. She picked up their favorite forensic journal and started reading to pass time.
Catherine's motherly demeanor kicked in as she instructed everyone not to tell Nick about Sara being in the building. "Let him find out by himself."
"Aye!" they all said before heading back to their posts.
Nick finally finished his work just in time to give room to Greg and Warrick. "Hey guys, I'll be heading to the break room if you need anything."
Watching his back, Greg said, "It'll be sooner than I thought…"
Contrary to what he said, Nick went straight to the locker room for a shower and fresh clothes and his favorite cologne, Axe Pulse. Then, he went to the break room. He's in for the surprise of his life. But he didn't realize the woman sitting on the couches reading some journals because of his dire need of caffeine. So he went straight to the coffee pot and made himself a batch without any second glance.
Sara was very engrossed in the article she was reading that she didn't become aware of the man entering the room. It instantly smelled of Axe Pulse which turned her on but reminded her of nothing. Anyway, the guy seemed like he hadn't noticed her too so what the heck.
The shrill tone of a mobile phone pierced the air. Nick was irritated but took no note of it and kept an eye on the coffee maker. It wasn't his phone anyhow.
The owner of the phone snapped out of the section of new forensic gadgets and dug around her purse for her phone. Without taking her eyes away from the periodical, she answered it. "Sidle."