Hey hey guys, I decided to start on a new fic. I am soooo sorry I
havent written anything on Kidnapped :( Sawry! I promise I'll write
more on that when I finish this story, it should be rather short,
maybe 5 chapters, if that. Anyhoo, on to the fic!

Title: Return
Author: ME!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: SO not mine
A/N: THANK YOU STEFF! My wonderful beta. you rock!

Sara worked in silence as the rest of the world passed her
by. She had too many things on her mind, and none of them relating to
work. She couldn't help but think about her after-work obligations,
it seemed like she had so many ever since she had moved back to San
Francisco.

She didn't hate her obligations but ever since her dad had
passed away and her promotion at work, it had left little time for
the important things, like her family. Although her family was small,
she loved them deeply. It consisted of her mother, her brother, and
the most important person in her life, her daughter. She was only
four, but she meant the world to her.

Sara pushed her chair away from the counter with frustration,
she needed a break, and she needed a vacation. So, deciding that this
was what she was going to do, she took off in search of her boss. "

Doug?" she said with a light knock on the office door. The
man looked up from his paperwork.

"Sara, come in. What can I do for you?" He asked.

"I'm so sorry to ask this of you, but can I please have the
rest of shift off?" she paused for a second, "Tomorrow too? I'd never
ask this of you, but I really need it."

"Is everything ok Sara?"

"Yes… no. I'm starting to loose my mind here and I need a few
days with my daughter. I need to sort out my priorities."

"Are you saying you want to leave the lab?" he asked her.

"No, no… I just need a day or two to sort things out. Please,
just give me these two days..." she said with a tone that conveyed
pure need.

"Sure thing." He said also nodding in approval.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." she said walking out the
door. She rushed to her locker, took out her few belonging, and
headed home. She could reach her house before 8, just in time to tuck
her baby girl into bed.

Rushing into her house, she tossed her keys onto the counter
and ran up the stairs. "Jan?" She called out somewhat softly.

"Mrs. Sidle." she said shocked. "I thought you didn't get off
till 12?" Jan was a young woman about the age of twenty. Her long
blonde locks hung below her shoulders, and her eyes were a
magnificent ice blue; they reminded her of someone else… someone who
had been on her mind a lot lately; someone she wanted to forget.

"Some stuff came up. I just needed to get home."

"Are you ok?" Jan questioned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just needed to get home." she said with a
heavy sigh. "There's a lot going on up here," she said as she pointed
to her head. "Thanks for watching her." Sara said handing Jan a check
for the week.

Jan looked at Sara with confusion in her eyes. Sara
responded, "I'm taking off tomorrow too and, as you know, my mom
watches here on Thursday and Friday." Jan nodded in understanding and
then collected her things.

Sara walked her to the door, and then made her way up the
stairs. Poking her head into the night-light-lit room, she heard a
tiny voice. "Mommy?" "Hey sweetie, you should be asleep." she smiled
at her daughter.

"I know mommy. I couldn't sleep though." she said softly,
followed by a yawn.

"You need to go to sleep baby." she said moving a stray lock
of hair out of her daughters face. "We have all day tomorrow and
tomorrow night." They both smiled.

"Can I sleep with you mommy?" the little girl peeped. Sara
smiled softly. She loved moments like these; the special ones where
her daughter only wanted to be with her. She was doing a great job
raising her on her own. "Of course baby." Sara said picking up the
tiny girl and carrying her to her room.

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The following day passed by quickly. It was filled with
movies, including the Little Mermaid, and a trip to the park. They
spent the whole day together; it was exactly what Sara needed. Her
mind was fully focused on her little girl and nothing and no one
else.

That evening, after Sara put her daughter to bed, she sat at
her computer. She checked her mail; instant messaged a few old
friends, and sat staring at the screen, until she received an instant
message from Nick.

CSIlvl3: Hey Sar!

Sidle4: Hey Nicky. How are things?

CSIlvl3: Pretty good here. But I wanted to inform you….

Sidle4: Yeah Nick?

CSIlvl3: Be careful up there.

Sidle4: What are you talking about Nick?

CSIlvl3: =/

Sidle4: Nick?!

CSIlvl3: Just be on your toes Sara. There's something
coming your way. I have to go, shift starts in about a half an hour.
I miss you Sar.

Sidle4: Nick…..?

CSIlvl3is no longer signed on.

Sara sat at her computer. What could Nick have meant by that?
What was coming her way? He had just given her something else to
stress over. This life style was getting to her, and she was on the
verge of once again retreating, just as she did four years ago.

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The following afternoon, Sara went back to work. As she was
walking down the hall, she stared at her case file, although she
wasn't reading it. She still wasn't sure why she needed to keep on
her toes, no one from the Vegas lab had signed on all day so she
wasn't able to ask anyone, especially Nick, what was meant by that
comment.

"Sara?" she didn't respond. He tried again. "Sara?" This time
she looked up to see who was calling her. She found that the voice
belonged to Doug, her supervisor.

"Hey, yeah, sorry. I was, umm, lost in this case file." She
lied.

"Yeah." he said somewhat unconvinced. "Anyways, I have
someone I want you to meet, in fact I think you already know him" he
said walking with her into his office.

Sara's jaw dropped when she saw the man standing in front of
her. "Gil!" She couldn't find the words to express how she was
feeling at the moment. "What are you doing here?"

"Doug called me in for help on a case." He said looking at
her, stunned that she was standing in front of him.

"Is there something wrong?" Doug posed the question at both
of them.

"Yeah." Sara said looking Grissom up and down, then looking
at Doug. "I'm not working with him." Grissom began to speak, but was
cut off by Doug.

"Excuse me Sara?"

"You heard me Doug. I'm not working with him." Sara stormed
out of the room, and Doug looked from the door to where Grissom was
standing.

"What's that all about?"

Grissom shrugged, and then looked down, "We're, uh, married."

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