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Author's Note: Thanks to my mom the super english teacher for editing...

Our first night as interns was extremely boring. Well at least for me. Catherine and Greg showed Lucy and Brooke around the lab and let them look at their kits. The whole time this was going on, I had the (dis)pleasure of watching Sara finish up paperwork. There were several occasions when I'd try to start up a conversation, but most of the time it went like this:

"How long have you been working here?"

Silence.

"Where'd you go to college?"

More silence.

"How's your mom?"

"You know, I don't really want to talk about this," and with that cold response, the conversation would end.

I'm pretty sure the biggest shock of the night came when it was time to go home. Grissom called Lucy, Brooke, one Miss Sidle and myself into his office.

"How was your first day at the lab?" he asked us. It was then that my smart-aleckness kicked in.

"It was awesome, Sara and I really bonded." Sara looked like she wanted to smack me.

"I'm glad to hear that," Grissom replied before turning to Sara. "Sara, I was wondering if you'd like to drive these three to their apartment."

"What?" Came Sara's shocked reply.
"The crime lab has rented them an apartment in your complex." He stated steadily. "It would only make sense for you to carpool them. Don't worry, Sara, the lab will pay for the gas." I think that Sara realized how futile it was to argue with him.

"Fine, Grissom. Where's the luggage?" she asked.

"It's already been taken there."

"Where exactly is there?"

"Apartment 214." He replied.

"But that's the apartment next to mine!"

"What!" came my astonished retort. It was bad enough that I had to spend my shift with her everyday, let alone be her neighbor.

Lucy broke up the awkward moment with a more awkward one, "Slumber party at Sara's!"

"Lucy, I don't think that's going to happen," stated Brooke.

"That's right." I could tell that Sara was glad that there would be no parties at her place. "I'm going to go get my things out of my locker. Why don't you three wait in the break room for me?" With that, Sara turned on her heel and left.

Grissom apologized for her attitude, said something about her having to work doubles, and handed Brooke the key to the apartment.

Ten minutes later the four of us headed out to Sara's car. I let Lucy and Brooke fight over who got shotgun and climbed in back. Sara seemed relieved that I had done so, and after a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, Lucy climbed in back with me. The ride to the apartment complex was uneventful. Once there, Sara showed us where our new home was and went inside her apartment. We followed her example and went inside ours. I must say, it was a pretty nice set up. The living room had been furnished with a couch, a chair, a coffee table and a TV/VCR combo.All our things were piled up on the floor near the kitchen, which had a stocked fridge. Lucy searched for plates and silverware, I looked for a pan and Brooke put all things necessary for scrambled eggs on the counter.

After finishing breakfast, or was it dinner, anyway, after finishing our meal we fought over who got which room. Brooke won the master, Lucy the room closest to the bathroom, and I got the one that shared a wall with Sara's apartment. Lucky me. It seemed I would never get rid of being close to her.