Hey everyone! I'm finally back!(A note to everyone who even READS my stories:) Don't worry about my other stories because, you see, I'm writing the other chapters down in my handy, dandy, all-powerful NOTEBOOK! DUN DUN DUN! Alright. This is my first CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. So please go easy on me! It's not oneshot, because I'm almost done writing the next chapter. Noone belongs to me- only their producers.

"What's wrong, Sara?" asked Grissom gently.

"My- my mom was sold into slavery to Argentina from here. A-and she and my dad met through a mail-order bride service." Sara's voice broke, "That's why I lost my temper so badly. This case reminded me when my father beat me and mother and why my mother just lost it. I-I saw here. I saw it. ALL of it. I-…"

Sara's voice broke off as she sobbed so hard that her body almost flew out of the chair with the force of her sobs.

Grissom's eyes softened and he tugged Sara out of her chair and into his arms.

"Wha-? Grissom, what are you doing?"

"Please, call me Gil."

"Gil Grissom? Is that just it? No middle name?"

"I'll tell you another day. For now, just let it all out."

By now, Sara's tears had slowed down substantially, but at Grissom's words, more tears filled her eyes and she held Grissom's –'No, Gil's' she thought- hand tightly as she buried her face in his shirt as he held her closely.

Soon Sara's cries had stopped and her tears had slowed.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?

"For soaking your shirt with tears.."

"It's okay. Do you want to continue talking about your past?"

Grissom's arms tightened as he felt Sara tense against him.

With that action, Sara's face was pressed tightly into Grissom's shoulder, where she smelt disinfectant, sterilization, spice, and a scent of Grissom's -Gil's- own uniqueness.

Sara closed her eyes tightly, as her teeth pierced her lips, and she pushed herself away from Grissom.

Grissom's eyes reflected hurt as Sara rejected his comfort, he tried to compose his emotions before Sara saw them.

"Well what can I say? My mom got tired of dragging herself and me to the hospital all the time, and stabbed my father to death. She got caught, I got shipped off to an orphanage, I later ran away because I got tired of everyone referring to me as the Murderer's Daughter, and I then decided to begin a new life away from what I was being referred to as. End of story."

"You're a woman of few words, aren't you?" Grissom smiled.

FLASHFOWARD

"Why?" Grissom asked, eyes narrowing in anger.

"Why what, Grissom?" Catherine's voice was frosty.

"Why are you so determined at getting Sara fired?"

"What do you mean? No I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Why?"

Catherine's eyes narrowed, and her voice was like ice and venom as she spat out, "Why? I'll tell you why."

Okay, I'm done now. Please tell me what you think- should I continue this story? Or just give it up all together? Thanks! Also, a special note of thanks to my aunt, who made SURE the story didn't sound sexual and require an R rating.

Celestial Slytherin- Black

Keep hope alive and laugh all the time. People might think your pyscho after that, but who gives a flying flip? Besides, I can't please them all.