NEWSFLASH—The characters on CSI do not belong to me! I own nothing. I'm not even sure this silly story is mine.
It was just an ordinary night, but it felt so different for some strange reason. There was a nagging little feeling that just kept pulling at her—telling her that something was off. Greg was in his lab, working and rocking out to some insanely loud music. All the other lab rats were busy working at their own respective tasks. Warrick and Nick were arguing over coffee in the break room, while Catherine was checking her makeup in the small mirror she had just dug out of her purse. Grissom was in his office scribbling away on some paperwork. It was then that it hit her—no one had acknowledged her. No one had looked her way or said hello. It didn't seem like they were ignoring her, it was like they couldn't see her—like she was not even there.
She leaned against the doorframe to Grissom's office and knocked softy. He didn't look up. She tried another tactic. "Hey, Grissom."
She got no reply. "Grissom!" she said a little louder, but still he didn't acknowledge her.
"Grissom!" she yelled. "Why aren't you answering me? Can't you hear me?" He just kept doing his paperwork. She turned and looked down the hall and realized that nobody seemed to notice that she had been yelling at Grissom. Suddenly feeling uneasy, she headed to the break room.
"Hey, guys. What's going on?" They all kept doing what they were doing and didn't look her way.
"Did I do something to piss everyone off?! Why the hell is everyone ignoring me?" she yelled at them, but the didn't even flinch. "What the hell is going on here?" she whispered to herself as she headed towards the DNA lab.
She walked into the room and stood right next to Greg. "Hey, Greggo. Do you want to have dinner with me?" If that doesn't get his attention nothing will, she thought.
Greg didn't reply. He just kept working without acknowledging her presence.
What the hell, she thought, becoming more confused by the minute. This should get his attention. "You know, Greg, I've always had this fantasy about me and you going at it in the locker room. What do you say? You want to act out my fantasy?" Greg still didn't respond.
Sara walked out into the hall and yelled as loud as she could. "What in the hell is going on around here?"
It was then that she started to hear a strange beeping noise. She closed her eyes and focused on the noise trying to decipher where it was coming from. After a few minutes she started hearing a soft, familiar voice calling, "Sara…Sara…Saaaraaa….Sara!"
Sara opened her eyes and was startled to be looking into a pair of bright blue eyes. She blinked a couple times and focused on his face. "Grissom?"
"Sara, your alarm has been going off for like ten minutes."
Her confusion left over from her dream was slowly fading and reality was starting to set back in. "Why didn't you turn it off?"
"It's on your side of the bed," he answered simply.
"Oh." She reached over and turned off the alarm.
He looked at her concerned. "Sara, are you alright?"
She flashed him a smile and said, "Yeah. I just had a weird dream."
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, while he reached a hand out to play with her hair.
"Talk? No," she replied with a mischievous grin. "I had a much more physical action in mind."