You told me that you'd love me if I'd ever change
Welcome me into your arms again
Come on in out of the rain, hey
There's a place in your heart to love me again
Happiness and joy you bring
When you call my name
Come on in out of the rain
LAS VEGAS CRIME LAB BREAK ROOM
"Okay people gather around," Gil Grissom said to his team. "There will be a symposium to be held in San Francisco 6 weeks from now. This was originally intended for the dayshift people but they…"
"Decided they're too busy to attend another meeting, what did I miss?" Nick finished for him. He was standing by the door with his hands on his hips. Warrick, Catherine and Greg shifted on their seats. Nick gave them curious looks that did not go unnoticed by their superior. Grissom, himself felt uncomfortable. "What?"
Grissom cleared his throat and repeated what he previously said. "Take a seat, Nick." Upon hearing 'San Francisco', his face lit up and a 1000-watt smile was pasted on his face. He sat beside Greg on the couch and began fidgeting. "Now, since Nicky-boy here finished my sentence for me, I guess I'll continue on to business. We have no choice but to attend this meeting. But the sheriff has to see how many slots there are so he can accommodate hopefully all of us."
Greg got up and sat beside Catherine. He got fed up of Nick's squirming. "Nick, man. You're more twitchy that I am," he said. When Grissom started to hand out assignments, he whispered to Catherine, "You better get Grissom to reserve one slot for now." She knew entirely what me meant.
After the shift, she approached him in the locker room and made sure to get one slot for Nick. He needed this more than any of them does yet all of them are hoping to go with him. "Don't worry. I got him a slot even before I told you about the convention." Cath mouthed a 'thank you' and gave him a chaste kiss. He stood there flabbergasted but he wore a smile until he fell into slumber.
Nick, on the other hand, couldn't stand still for his life. He can now see Sara again. "What are you smiling all day for?" Warrick asked his friend.
"You should know that by now, man," he joked.
"No, I don't," he lied. He just wanted to hear the words come out of his pal's mouth. "In fact, why don't you tell me."
"I'm smiling all day, Warrick, because I can now go and see Sara again."
"What are your plans for her?"
"I want to cozy up to her again, just like before," he answered solemnly. "I mean so many things have happened; so many things have changed. But one thing hasn't been tainted. I still love her, man. I really do… regardless of what she had done." His speech was like off a soap opera. To lighten the mood, he joked, "Satisfied with my answer? I have that all rephrased 4 times."
"No, no," Warrick laughed. "I'm pretty satisfied. That's good. I'm happy for you."
SAN FRANSISCO CRIME LAB CONFERENCE ROOM
Sara received a memo from the sheriff regarding the convention. She assembled her CSIs and explained all the topics. Three in her team volunteered to take part. She, as the Lead CSI had no choice but to go. "Sidle," the director said to her after the meeting, "how many other slots do you want to reserve? We already gave your men AND women their permits and we found out we still have blank slots for reservation. If you do not have anyone in mind, we can put them up for first come-first serve slots."
She thought a bit and only one thing came in. "Director, do you mind if you get me 5 permits for the Las Vegas crime lab. One each for their 5 CSIs."
He gave her a piece of paper, "Very well. Please list down their names and I will have them sent to Las Vegas immediately." After writing, she handed him the form back. "Hmmm… Gil Grissom, isn't he the entomologist?" She nodded. "These permits then are well-deserved. Thank you, Ms. Sidle."
She went home exhausted at the same time excited. She's going to see them all again. "Yes, Sara. ALL of them. Including him…yes, him," she thought closing her eyes and sighing. "You got to prepare yourself, Sidle. Prepare yourself, ready Sammy and Nicky." Then she said out loud, "Oh I don't know what to do!"
"What do you not know, Mommy?" she heard Nicky say. "Maybe I can help you." He clambered up the plush sofa to his mother's lap and snuggled close. "What is it?"
Sara hugged him close and smelled his hair. "Nicky, it's nothing. Mommy's just caught up in a case. You understand that one, right?" He nodded his head and listened close. Then Sammy bounced into the room. She greeted her with a gleeful 'hello' in a sing-song voice.
They played around a bit, chasing away Sara's fatigue. Hearing her children's laughs just makes her laugh. Then an idea came into her mind. "Guys, what do you want to be when you grow up?" she asked.
Sammy answered first, "I want to be just like you, Mommy! A C.S.I. just like you and… and…"
"And?"
"Well… as you've told us… our dad," she shyly answered. Cleary, Nick's eyes were reflected in her… the very eyes that made Sara fall in love.
She smiled sweetly at the child and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Evidently, this was getting easier. "How about you, baby boy?"
He pouted shortly and then answered, "Me too. I want to follow your footsteps. I want to do what you do… and what D… Dad… Daddy does."
This was a 'now-or-never' moment for her. Here goes, "Do you want to meet your daddy?" her eyes were filling up with tears. Sammy's too. She gave the little girl a tight hug and comforted her when she started to sob. Nicky was there beside his sister in a flash and joined the hug and started to sniffle. Sara let go of her tears, "I'm sorry, Sammy, Nicky. Mommy's really sorry."
Nicky shot up and replied, "No Mommy! We understand you. We understand what you did, don't we Sammy?" The little brown head nodded. "Yes, we would like to meet our daddy." Sara could just smile.
Welcome me into your arms again
Come on in out of the rain, hey
There's a place in your heart to love me again
Happiness and joy you bring
When you call my name
Come on in out of the rain
LAS VEGAS CRIME LAB BREAK ROOM
"Okay people gather around," Gil Grissom said to his team. "There will be a symposium to be held in San Francisco 6 weeks from now. This was originally intended for the dayshift people but they…"
"Decided they're too busy to attend another meeting, what did I miss?" Nick finished for him. He was standing by the door with his hands on his hips. Warrick, Catherine and Greg shifted on their seats. Nick gave them curious looks that did not go unnoticed by their superior. Grissom, himself felt uncomfortable. "What?"
Grissom cleared his throat and repeated what he previously said. "Take a seat, Nick." Upon hearing 'San Francisco', his face lit up and a 1000-watt smile was pasted on his face. He sat beside Greg on the couch and began fidgeting. "Now, since Nicky-boy here finished my sentence for me, I guess I'll continue on to business. We have no choice but to attend this meeting. But the sheriff has to see how many slots there are so he can accommodate hopefully all of us."
Greg got up and sat beside Catherine. He got fed up of Nick's squirming. "Nick, man. You're more twitchy that I am," he said. When Grissom started to hand out assignments, he whispered to Catherine, "You better get Grissom to reserve one slot for now." She knew entirely what me meant.
After the shift, she approached him in the locker room and made sure to get one slot for Nick. He needed this more than any of them does yet all of them are hoping to go with him. "Don't worry. I got him a slot even before I told you about the convention." Cath mouthed a 'thank you' and gave him a chaste kiss. He stood there flabbergasted but he wore a smile until he fell into slumber.
Nick, on the other hand, couldn't stand still for his life. He can now see Sara again. "What are you smiling all day for?" Warrick asked his friend.
"You should know that by now, man," he joked.
"No, I don't," he lied. He just wanted to hear the words come out of his pal's mouth. "In fact, why don't you tell me."
"I'm smiling all day, Warrick, because I can now go and see Sara again."
"What are your plans for her?"
"I want to cozy up to her again, just like before," he answered solemnly. "I mean so many things have happened; so many things have changed. But one thing hasn't been tainted. I still love her, man. I really do… regardless of what she had done." His speech was like off a soap opera. To lighten the mood, he joked, "Satisfied with my answer? I have that all rephrased 4 times."
"No, no," Warrick laughed. "I'm pretty satisfied. That's good. I'm happy for you."
SAN FRANSISCO CRIME LAB CONFERENCE ROOM
Sara received a memo from the sheriff regarding the convention. She assembled her CSIs and explained all the topics. Three in her team volunteered to take part. She, as the Lead CSI had no choice but to go. "Sidle," the director said to her after the meeting, "how many other slots do you want to reserve? We already gave your men AND women their permits and we found out we still have blank slots for reservation. If you do not have anyone in mind, we can put them up for first come-first serve slots."
She thought a bit and only one thing came in. "Director, do you mind if you get me 5 permits for the Las Vegas crime lab. One each for their 5 CSIs."
He gave her a piece of paper, "Very well. Please list down their names and I will have them sent to Las Vegas immediately." After writing, she handed him the form back. "Hmmm… Gil Grissom, isn't he the entomologist?" She nodded. "These permits then are well-deserved. Thank you, Ms. Sidle."
She went home exhausted at the same time excited. She's going to see them all again. "Yes, Sara. ALL of them. Including him…yes, him," she thought closing her eyes and sighing. "You got to prepare yourself, Sidle. Prepare yourself, ready Sammy and Nicky." Then she said out loud, "Oh I don't know what to do!"
"What do you not know, Mommy?" she heard Nicky say. "Maybe I can help you." He clambered up the plush sofa to his mother's lap and snuggled close. "What is it?"
Sara hugged him close and smelled his hair. "Nicky, it's nothing. Mommy's just caught up in a case. You understand that one, right?" He nodded his head and listened close. Then Sammy bounced into the room. She greeted her with a gleeful 'hello' in a sing-song voice.
They played around a bit, chasing away Sara's fatigue. Hearing her children's laughs just makes her laugh. Then an idea came into her mind. "Guys, what do you want to be when you grow up?" she asked.
Sammy answered first, "I want to be just like you, Mommy! A C.S.I. just like you and… and…"
"And?"
"Well… as you've told us… our dad," she shyly answered. Cleary, Nick's eyes were reflected in her… the very eyes that made Sara fall in love.
She smiled sweetly at the child and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Evidently, this was getting easier. "How about you, baby boy?"
He pouted shortly and then answered, "Me too. I want to follow your footsteps. I want to do what you do… and what D… Dad… Daddy does."
This was a 'now-or-never' moment for her. Here goes, "Do you want to meet your daddy?" her eyes were filling up with tears. Sammy's too. She gave the little girl a tight hug and comforted her when she started to sob. Nicky was there beside his sister in a flash and joined the hug and started to sniffle. Sara let go of her tears, "I'm sorry, Sammy, Nicky. Mommy's really sorry."
Nicky shot up and replied, "No Mommy! We understand you. We understand what you did, don't we Sammy?" The little brown head nodded. "Yes, we would like to meet our daddy." Sara could just smile.