God, why does he always have to push it? Can't he just accept the answer? No. He has to keep pushing it, til' he gets the answer he wants.

Sara thought as she sat down on the bench in the locker room. Wiping a tear away from her cheek.

"Sara."

"What?" She asked without looking at him.

"Why won't you tell me what's wrong?"

"God Grissom," She said, looking at him. "It's nothing for you to worry about."

"It'll make you feel better if you get it off your chest."

More tears started to flow from her eyes. He just can't let it go. He won't let it go til' she tells him.

She looked at him.

"Grissom, please." She wiped a tear from her face. "Back off."

He turned to leave but didn't go.

"I'm always here for you."

He turned around and left.

Sara stared down at the floor. Still wiping tears from her face.

Why? Why does he want to know so much? It's not a big deal. It was just a dream. A dream that was the truth about her childhood memories.

Childhood memories that she wants to forget. She wants to forget that man. That man known to be her father. The things that he did to her when she was eight. He continued to do it til' she was legally old enough to move out.

She didn't tell anybody. If she did, he said that he would kill her. She still believes that to this day.

She needs help. She knew it. She just didn't want to believe it.

She knows what needs to be done.

Wiping all the tears away. She stood up and walked out the door.

She needed to put him behind bars.

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TBC.