Disclaimer: You're correct! Carol Mendohlsohn is my mom! Nope, just kidding. Therefore, CSI isn't mine, and uh, Lost isn't mine either.

A/N: This is a rare thing: My updating it this soon! I've had a few days off and I decided to work on this. I hope you enjoy it!

If She Only Knew

Grissom sat by the fire, watching the embers dance in the night sky. He had borrowed the self-made manifest from Sara and was reading through all the names. He was uneasy; he wasn't one to just sit around and not do anything. He had a feeling that Greg was still out there, but where?

Then, she caught his eye. Sara was walking down the beach, looking at nothing in particular. She looked at him and looked away. He knew that it was partially his fault-all of his fault- that she felt and acted this way towards him.

"Forensics isn't as boring as everyone thinks. I myself have been involved with forensics for a number of years and it still fascinates me," A younger Gil Grissom said to a half-full auditorium. Then she snuck in, sat in the back row.

"A lot of details are found in this process. If a body is found, the temperature of the liver is taken to estimate as close as we can to the actual time of death."

"Doesn't that depend on the ambient temperature the body was found in, such as a desert or a freezer?" The young girl asked.

"Yes, it does affect the core temperature of the liver. Very good Miss…"

"Sidle. Sara Sidle."

The rest of the seminar went as expected, but Grissom didn't expect a student to ask as many questions as Sara did. She was genuinely interested and had a thirst for knowledge. When the seminar was over, Sara walked down to greet Dr. Grissom.

"I never really understood that much about forensics until tonight," She smiled brightly.

"You seemed to know a lot," He smiled back.

"Only because I listened."

They stood there in silence. Sara was in awe that the great Gil Grissom was standing two feet away from her and Grissom was in awe of her intellect.

"Miss Sidle, would you like to go for coffee? Your mind seems developed beyond your years."

Sara tried hard to keep her mouth from dropping. Words escaped her, so she merely nodded.

"Grissom?" Nick said standing above Grissom.

"Sorry, Nick, I was uh, deep in thought."

"Yeah, anyway, any new info coming from the passengers?"

Grissom merely shook his head.

"I think our priority right now should be finding food and building a shelter to stay out of the elements," Grissom stated.

"Griss, it seems pretty warm here," Nick explained, looking up and down the beach.

"We haven't been here that long."

Nick nodded.

"I'll go find Warrick and some of the other guys and we'll get to designing it." And he disappeared into the darkness.

Sara was chatting with an elderly lady, who seemed to be still in shock that her loved one was still missing. Grissom scanned the other little groups around him. Catherine was with Lindsey and Hera, Warrick and Nick were with some of the other men, designing a suitable living place, and Sara was now walking over to him.

"Still no sign of Greg," She said.

"Well, tomorrow's another day. Maybe he'll turn up," Grissom stated.

Sara sighed. "Maybe."

"You were a coroner by the time you were twenty two?" Sara asked, astonished. Grissom nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

"That's amazing. You've had an interesting life, Dr. Grissom."

"Not really. More normal than you think."

"I don't think life can be normal," Sara took a drink of her black coffee.

"Cite your source."

She looked at him incredulously, but figured she'd better. She never backed down from a challenge.

"Okay, no one knows what a normal life should be, so we just go around acting like what we think is normal when it's really not."

"That's only from someone else's perspective."

She stopped and thought about it then nodded her agreement.

"Miss, Sidle-"

"Call me Sara."

"Okay, Sara, here's my number. You have a very intriguing mind, and I can tell we're going to keep in touch. Call me with any questions you may have regarding forensics…or anything else."

"Um, sure, Dr. Grissom."

"Just call me Grissom,"

Sara looked at her watch.

"I have to get back to the dorms. That was a great presentation, Do-," She stopped, "That was a great presentation Grissom."

He watched as she left, her coffee, half drunk, still on the table.

Now he stared at the fire, still, with Sara sitting right next to him.

"Remember that coffee house? The one outside of Berkeley?"

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason."

She looked at him and she knew what he was trying to say, and smiled.

"It was a great coffee place wasn't it?"

They both sat in silence in front of the fire for a long, long while.

TBC

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