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Confrontation

She stepped into the building and put down her things in the locker room. There she sat for the longest while until someone came in the doorway and got a hold of her attention.

"Sara? You okay?" the man asked.

"Yes," she started, "No… I don't know… I'll be fine."

He gave her that certain look which worried her. She didn't feel right when she was being worried about. She never had been worried about. Nobody ever cared about her and she didn't feel right when she knew someone was thinking about her.

"Sara?"

She looked up, "Don't worry about me. Where's our new crime scene?" She tried to change the subject.

"I am worried about you, Sara. I'll tell you as soon as Greg gets here."

Sure enough, they heard someone come in and walk quickly down the hallway; Greg. The young, now CSI placed his stuff down, not even noticing that Grissom and Sara had just been talking and where standing there in the same room as him.

"Hey Greg," Sara welcomed; glad to have the attention on someone else and to break the awkwardness from a few seconds ago.

Surprised, he turned around to find Sara and Grissom standing there behind him, "Whoa, where did you two come from?"

"We've been in here since before you got here. Believe it or not, you walked right by us."

"Right, sorry. I'm a little out of it."

"Well, you'd better get back into it because we have two db's and Sophia isn't here to help so we're one man short tonight."

"Where is she?"

"Took a week and a half off for personal reasons…"

That cheered Sara up a bit. Lately, she felt like she had been pushed aside; ever since Sophia came into the picture. She knew that if Grissom ever felt anything for her that it was over. She could feel that his interest was now focused less on her and more on Sophia. That was her reasoning for despising the new woman.

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Hours later, shift was over, but Sara was still sitting at the computer, trying to find a match to the prints she had collected from the scene. Greg walked by and said goodbye and soon Grissom walked by as well.

"Bye Sara. See you later." He said, "I hope you're going to go home. You need some rest, Sara."

"Thanks, but I'm fine, really."

Finally, she was the only one left. She stayed at the computer, not moving until she found a match. But the longer she sat there, the more doubtful she became that she was going to get any results soon. Eventually, her eyes became weary and she found herself drifting in and out of sleep. The chair she was sitting in was not very comfortable, so she searched for a place to lie down. Remembering that Grissom had that small couch in his office, she walked in and fell asleep almost instantly.

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