a/n: i didn't really want to switch pov but the way the story is going i figured sara needed to get her thoughts about caleigh. btw the song caleigh played in the last chapter is pillar's "you can't bring me down"

Thanks to Caleigh I was so tired that I could barely focus on dusting for prints at the Quick Mart where a robbery had occurred. I made a mental note to myself to talk to Grissom when I got back to the lab and try to get rid of her.

"Sara, are you sure this place has been cleared?" the sound of Caleigh's voice was so annoying.

"Why, are you scared or something?"

"No, it's just that I think there's someone in the supply closet." I didn't know whether to believe her or not but I unholstered my gun anyway.

"Move back, Kirkland. If you're not lying then we might be having some problems very quickly. Go get the officer outside." With that I sent Caleigh on her way, praying that she wasn't trying to make a fool of me. That was the last thing I needed right now.

Caleigh came back with Brass, who had just showed up, and another officer I hadn't met before. The two of them went toward the supply closet while Caleigh and I hung back waiting to see what would happen. Brass threw open the door.

"Las Vegas police, get your hands up." He grabbed the man hiding in the closet by the back of the shirt and hauled him to the ground.

"I think this is our guy. He fits the description." Brass said before taking the man outside. Caleigh looked at me like she was expecting something. Well, if she was waiting for a thank you she wasn't going to get it. I was still ticked off about my car and not being able to sleep.

I sent the girls home with Catherine, I had to have a talk with Grissom. I found him in his office getting ready to leave.

"Grissom we need to talk."

"Let me guess, you're having problems with Caleigh." I was a little shocked it was that obvious.

"Grissom have her shadow someone else, Nick, Warrick, you, I don't care. I can't handle it anymore."

He looked me over for a few seconds before responding. "Sara, I'm not going to reassign her."

"Why not."

"Because I have my reasons for assigning her to you in the first place."

"What reasons!" I was starting to get angry.

"Sara, this is the end of this discussion. Go home and get some sleep, you look tired." That was the final straw.

"Grissom if you don't tell me why you assigned her to me, I swear I'll go ballistic!"

"You already are." He paused for a second before grabbing a file that was sitting on his bookshelf. "If you really want to know, here's her application. Go home, read it and return it to me without her finding out you have it. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going home."

The second I got into my apartment I settled down on the couch and started reading Caleigh's application. The first page was pretty basic, name, age, grades, that sort of thing. Then I hit upon the essay she had written. It was in response to, 'Why do you want to become a crime scene investigator?'

When I was young, I had the same dreams as most other kids. I wanted to be a veterinarian or an astronaut, or even the president of the United States. All this changed very suddenly, though. When I was six, my brother, Luke, took me to the beach so I could watch him surf. He told me to wait for him by some driftwood while he got his surfboard out of the truck. I followed after him only to watch him get shot by two thugs who wanted his board. His death ripped my family apart, but the worse thing about it was that we never found out who killed him. My parents were convinced I knew, but I didn't. It got to the point where they couldn't stand to look at me. They started to blame me for the fact that the guys who killed Luke were never caught. Every morning when I would wake up the first thing I would hear was my dad commanding me to tell him who had killed my brother. This went on for years until social services finally took me away, saying that my parents weren't stable enough to care for me.

My decision to become a crime scene investigator has come about because one thing -- my need for closure. In my opinion, closure is the best thing you can offer a person in the wake of a tragedy. My family might not have been able to get it, but maybe I can give closure to someone else who needs it just as much as we did.

I put down the essay astonished. I finally understood why Grissom assigned Caleigh to me. We had so much in common, it was scary.