Nick and Greg had both offered to go home with her, but she refused. She smiled to herself about the offer though. 'They're both flirting with me, and it's so sweet,' she thought. 'If I wasn't in such a lousy mood, I might be having fun with this.'

She went home, and started dinner. Then there came a knock at her door. She answered it. Sophia was there, holding a gun at her.

"Get in!" She said. Sara of course complied. She was mad, and she was scared.

"Look, cam we talk about this? I don't want to die, and I'm certain that you don't either. We both have long careers ahead of us, why end that?"

"Because, if I can't have him, you can't either."

"I don't want him."

"You'll always have a part of him! Even if you're not with him, you'll have his child! He was the best thing in my life. And you took him from me! Now you're going to pay!"

And Sophia shot. Sara was wounded in the abdomen; she could feel her life fading away. Then Sophia put the gun just behind her temple, and shot. She died instantly, and her long blond hair was becoming red from her blood.

Weakly, Sara got the phone and dialed 911. She managed to get across the message.

"My name is Sara Sidle…..I work in the Vegas crime lab….I've been shot in my apartment by a coworker, she has killed herself….Tell them that I'm not upset with them…."

Her last sight was looking down, and seeing her body covered with her own blood. And of Sophia's lifeless body slumped against her wall, her hair no longer blonde, but blood red.

When the ambulance arrived, Sara was unconscious and barely alive. There was a pool of blood between the two women, intermingling their life's fluids. The room smelled of blood, and it was everywhere. Sara was still holding the phone when they came, so they took it out of her hand.

David, the assistant coroner arrived, along with dayshift CSI's. He was ready to cry, but he persevered.

Cath, Warrick, Nick, Greg, and Grissom were all in the waiting room of the hospital hoping that Sara would make it. Nick and Greg were both crying, and Grissom was in a state of total disbelief. Both Cath and Warrick were both worried.

When the doctor came out, they could all tell what he was going to say by the look on his face.

"I'm so sorry…."

None of them heard the rest of his words. They all broke down into tears in each other's arms. With the exception of Grissom, he left.

Sara was dead.

Grissom was barely home, when he started crying. He had lost two of the people who were closest to him, and it was all his fault. He stumbled into his house and he fell onto his couch.

I've killed them both," he was saying out loud. "I'm the biggest jerk in the world. I couldn't make the right decision, and now they're dead."

He sees his gun on the couch with him. It was all too much for him to bear. He picks up the gun, raises it the side of his head, and fires. The neighbors hear the shot. They enter his home through the open door. They call 911.

But it was too late, Gil Grissom was dead.