DISCLAMER : I do not own CSI or any of it's characters, because if I did there would be so much more GSR
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My Escape
CHAPTER 1: ARTISTIC AQUAINTANCE
SARA SIDLE SAT IN THE BREAKROOM quietly with a cup of strong coffee and her portable Mp3 player blaring. She was waving a pencil with each gentle stroke outlining a body against the white paper in front of her. Sara loved to draw whenever she could. She hadn't really had a chance lately because of all the commotion that was happening at the CSI headquarters. No one in the lab knew about her skill, not even Grissom, but she intended it to stay that way. She liked to draw according to how she felt, whether she was sad or as happy as could be. She took whatever was in her mind and put it on paper. Minutes passed by and what was a small break seemed to take forever, but nonetheless, she enjoyed it very much. She noticed the wonderful piece that was being created in front of her, but what she didn't notice, was that her colleague, Nick Stokes, was standing behind her watching over her shoulder.
Nick decided to tap her on the shoulder to help avoid any heart attack that might occur upon her turning around. He tapped his fingers on her shoulder gently, but firm enough for her to notice. She jumped a mile high. Apparently his good intentions failed.
"Nick Stokes!" She stormed. "How long have you been standing behind me?"
Nick flinched at her unexpected response. "I, uh, that is, um.." he stammered.
After a few seconds of a quick flash of anger, Sara began to laugh.
"Oh Nicky, your face was priceless. A total Kodak moment"
Nick could feel his face getting hot. "I was standing behind you for about 5 minutes" he muttered.
"I'm sorry Nick, I didn't mean to take your head off and turn you, literally, the color of the ripest apple, but you startled me." Sara apologized still chuckling.
After a few times of clearing his throat, Nick regained his wide grin.
"Well, I'm sorry for startling you, but I have to admit you're really good at drawing."
It was Sara's turn to feel hot. "Thanks" she said.
"Well, I'd love to stay and chat but my ten minutes is up and I have to get back to work." Nick said looking at his watch.
"Okay. I feel like I'm on my day off." Sara stated.
Nick looked at her with a sly grin. "Well don't get too comfortable Grissom might just walk in and assign you with a case."
"Don't jinx me Nick Stokes"
Just as Nick turned on his heel to walk out, he slammed into something hard.
"Ow" was all he managed to say.
When he looked up, he saw Grissom staring him down. Nick felt hot again.
"What were you two saying?" He asked.
Nick turned to look at Sara who was inevitably innocent, as she said nothing about Grissom. She was having a hard time trying to keep her laugh down.
"Um nothing sir." Nick said, and quickly brushed himself past Grissom and down the hall to the nearest lab.
Grissom shook his head and turned to look at Sara, who was still silently chuckling. He decided to let the matter go and walked to the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup before turning to face Sara again.
"Um, Sara?" He said slowly.
She looked at him. "Yea?"
"I have something in the lab that needs to be processed and put away. It was from our last case. Can you do that please?"
"Sure thing, no problem." She said.
Sara gathered her papers under her arm and walked out, passed Grissom and down to the lab. Grissom, with his back turned to the door didn't notice the small fold of white paper that fell out from underneath Sara's arm. He turned around and accidentally stepped on it. Looking down, he picked it up and opened it. It had a picture of a beautiful woman, with the happiest look on her face. She looks like Sara he absently thought. He turned the paper over and looked at the back. There was nothing except a small signature in the corner. Grissom put on his glasses to inspect the name. The small signature read: Sara Sidle. Grissom stared hard at the paper, then took of his glasses, pocketed them, and with the picture walked out of the break room and down the hall to his office.
