A/N: This is the last chapter...I'm goin back to song fics after this. I have a lot of respect for those of you who write stories. It's hard to do.

Sorry Just Doesn't Cut It

Grissom sat in his office, listening to opera as he usually did before shift.

Knock, knock, knock

"Come in."

His blonde co-worker entered his office.

"What happened this time?" She asked as she sat down.

He turned down his music. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you've obviously down something rotten this time, because Sara's in the break room, sharing her pissy mood with all of us."

"I'm sorry Sara's in a bad mood. We all have bad moods sometimes."

"'Sorry' is not going to cut, Gil! If any of us have to work with her tonight, you'll have hell to pay from us."

"Okay, fine. But only because I know how you are when you're angry and we don't need that tonight."

"Thank you." Catherine said as she got up to leave.

Grissom emerged from his office a few minutes later with the assignments for the night.

"Warrick, Nick, Catherine, dead body out at Lake Mead. Sara, you and I have a robbery at the Kanas jewelry store on the strip."

The drive to the scene was filled with awkward silence, just as Grissom had expected it to be.

"Sara, I never meant to-"

"Never meant to snoop into my personal belongings to find out what I do on my personal time in my personal life?" Sara wasn't going to listen to him tonight.

"You're right, I should never have done that, but you have to understand something."

"What's that?"

"I only did it so I could understand what's happening with you."

"And you had to snoop through my stuff?"

"We lost what we had, Sara. I couldn't just go up to you and ask you what was wrong, you'd just answer me with 'nothing' and I'd believe you."

"Damn right."

"Sara, don't block me out."

"You did it first. I'm returning the gesture."

They arrived at the crime scene and neither of them spoke to each other except for opinions on pieces of evidence. They gathered the evidence and headed back to the lab.

The next day a "Request of Transfer" lay on Grissom's desk. Of course it would belong to none other than Miss Sidle. Almost as if on cue, she appeared at the door.

"You've already tried this."

"But this time, I'm serious. I'm thinking about going back home."

"This is your home."

"Hopefully, not for much longer."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Positive."

"Sara, rethink this."

"I've rethought it, everything, and the cons outweigh the pros, so I'm going back to San Francisco."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but I guess if it's what you want," Grissom signed the paper and put it in an envelope.

"You will probably hear from the sheriff."

Sara nodded. Las Vegas wasn't as much fun as she thought it'd be. She entered the break room and broke the news to her ex co-workers. They each gave her a hug and she left.

"Holly Gribbs all over again," Catherine stated, "but this time, we lost a good CSI."

THE END

A/N: Sorry about the late update. Work got in the way. Anyway, do what ya do with the little button at the bottom.