Author: Jules524 AKA Scully34

Title: Untitled

Summary: Gil Grissom was my soul mate- is my soul mate. He always has been and always will be. We were never supposed to be together, but fate had other plans. The cosmos and the universe came together and set our paths in motion. It was destiny that a distinguished entomologist and a brainy physics major would meet one day, at the ocean.

Parings: Grissom/Sara. Rating: Not Rated yet.

Disclaimer: I am just a poor college student that doesn't have any money. Therefore I do not own any Characters from CSI, and I am not getting paid to write this, so don't sue CBS!

Announcement: Sorry this is a day late...as usual it has been total chaos this week. (Hee-hee). Anyways, special thanks go out to sarah makinson, drakien, Juliet's kisses, NoraJones, Boarderair, Angel's Wings, November Rain, and LoLaGrAcE, for reading and reviewing! Also, I do not own Dr. Henry Lee, or the State of Connecticut Forensic Science Laboratory. I am not affiliated with either, and I am not making any profit off of this…so don't sue or get upset and all that jazz…and we'll be OK.

Untitled: Chapter 7

I secretly wished that I could throw off my boots and put my flip flops on for the rest of the day. But alas, "business casual" dress codes do not warrant that luxury. I put the flip-flops and the big purple bow down on the table in my room, sat in a chair and re-examined the card from Grissom. Another smile crept across my face as I re-read the card about one hundred times. I still could not get over the sweet thoughtfulness of Grissom's gesture. I knew I would have to find some way to track him down and thank him again before our breakfast "date" the following morning

Reluctantly, I looked at my watch, sighed and placed the card next to the sandals and the bow on the table. It was time to get to the conference. I grabbed my keys, purse, notebook, pen and a small tape recorder, and made my way out into the hotel hallway. As I locked my room, and started to make my way to the conference hall, I felt myself switch into "Sara Sidle Professional Mode." I cleared my mind of any distractions and became focused at the task at hand. I had a job to do, and as always I was determined to put forth my best effort. When I got to the huge open doors that lead to the lecture auditorium, I was completely charged and ready to go.

I stepped into the lecture hall and found a decent spot in the second row. Slipping into the seat, I placed my purse between my feet and took out my notebook and pen. I was all ready to start taking notes. I pulled out my schedule to check and see how the day's events were going to pan out. Grissom was up first, followed by three other lecturers, lunch, and then a special presentation from Dr. Henry Lee of the Connecticut Forensic Laboratory on blood spatter analysis and crime scene reconstruction. The topic discussions seemed exciting and interesting, and I was ready to absorb the knowledge like a sponge.

A few moments later, the lights in the lecture auditorium dimmed and a man approached the podium to signal the start of the conference. The gray haired man talked for a couple of minutes about the importance of the growing field of Forensic Science, how it held a positive correlation with the success in law enforcement, and how as a team, both law enforcement officials, forensic scientists and investigators work diligently and effectively together to combat violent crimes that plague human society. He also mentioned that as scientific technology continued to advance, Forensic Science would be thrust forward-- leaps and bounds to become cutting edge and groundbreaking as techniques such as DNA analysis became more refined. This guy's enthusiasm was contagious as he went on to start to introduce his esteemed colleague and friend, Dr. Gilbert Grissom.

A round of applause broke out as Grissom stepped out onto the stage and made his way up to the podium. Grissom addressed the audience with a sense of confidence and admiration. He seemed genuinely interested in sharing his knowledge and expertise in his field with us. He had a desire for us to learn and it was clear that he felt very comfortable teaching.

Although the audience as a whole did not have much collective knowledge about Forensic Entomology, Grissom was instantly able to draw us into the lecture, with his thorough definitions, explanations, evidence to support his theories, his own personal experiences, and a general passion towards the field.

Grissom lectured for about an hour and fifteen minutes. He gave a brief overview of the history of the field, and concise introduction into the most common forms of insects found post mortem. He also covered subject matter showing various methods using insects to determine the following: Time of death, cause of death, how to properly lift, bag, tag and photograph insects on a body at a crime scene, how to use insects to determine if you are dealing with a primary crime scene or a secondary crime scene and also how to tell if the body was staged, moved or shifted in any way.

Grissom also got into a detailed description of how ones body breaks down and decomposes after death. Using various crime scene slides and case studies, he illustrated how to gage body temperature, and advanced stages of decay by looking closely at how mature the insects present on the body were. By the reaction of the audience at the end of his lecture, I would say that the audience was just as impressed as I was.

By the end of the day, after learning about some techniques used to crack cold cases, various methods of finger print identification, trace evidence, hairs and fibers, bugs, blood spatter analysis, the use of forensics and K-9's in bombing investigations, (yes, I did get to see J.R again) and after witnessing the mother of all accurate crime scene reconstructions, my mind was whirling! I had never been so fascinated in my life. My entire notebook was almost full with notes, highlights, observations and questions for each lecturer. I could not wait to finally meet with my peers on the Student Response Panel tomorrow afternoon to see if they were just as thunder-struck as I had become. I never thought in a million years that I would ever say this, but the Forensic Science Conference, was a welcomed vacation from Physics.

Activities for that day ended promptly at 6:45PM. I was excited, and I felt invigorated. Something inside me had changed that day, yet I couldn't for the life of me put my finger on exactly what it was. I did know for a fact however, that I found my true calling that day. I knew what I needed to do, and what I wanted to become. I would use my beloved Physics as my groundwork for becoming a Crime Scene Investigator.

While I was waiting for the sea of people to exit the conference auditorium, I scanned the crowd to see if I could spot Grissom. I had no luck. He seemed to have disappeared. I did not see him at lunch or at any other break during the day's activities. I wanted to congratulate him and compliment him on his ability to give such remarkable and gripping lectures. Not to mention, thank him again for my flip-flops. Yet, Dr. Gilbert Grissom was nowhere to be found. I waited as the last of the audience members proceeded to leave the room, I gave one last look around to see if I could spot him, sighed disappointedly, and decided to head back to my room.

It wasn't until I unlocked my door, turned on the light and flopped down on the bed, that I realized how exhausted I truly was. I remained on sprawled out on the bed on my stomach for several minutes. After willing myself to move, I decided that I was going to rid myself of these uncomfortable clothes and boots and slip into something much more comfortable. I changed into jean shorts and a light blue tank top, crawling back onto the bed to relax for a couple minutes more.

I get restless easily. I always have. So it wasn't long before I was off the bed and back on my feet again. Making the most of the close proximity to the water, I decided that the perfect place for me to try out my new flip-flops was on a nice sandy beach. I placed the black sandals on my feet, grabbed a light sweatshirt and made my way out onto the beach just in time for a beautiful, brilliant sunset.

I inhaled deeply and took in as much clean, crisp, salt air as my lung capacity would allow. I exhaled and felt rejuvenated, calm and at ease. The wind was a little chilly and as it tossed my hair about I pulled my sweatshirt closer to my body. I stepped closer to the water's edge and let my feet be engulfed by the white foam of the sea. Suddenly, I smiled and laughed out loud as I remembered that this was the exact same time and place where I had literally ran into Gil Grissom and J.R. yesterday. I quickly looked around to make sure that I would not be bowled over by another dog and its helpless owner.

I stayed out on the beach for a good fifteen minutes before I reluctantly started to head back to my hotel room. It was just too chilly tonight. While I was walking back in the direction of my hotel room I spotted that lovable German Shepard dog barreling through the water after his adored sick. Turing slightly, I decided to make my way over to J.R., because wherever J.R. was one would be able to find Gil Grissom. I stopped suddenly when I realized that J.R. was not accompanied by the curly-haired, blue orbed, handsome professor, but rather by a slightly older curly haired woman.

'Maybe that's not J.R.' I wondered as I now embarrassedly tried to walk in the other direction, hoping she didn't see me. I turned yet again and started to make my way back to the hotel room when all of a sudden I heard a giant bark behind me. I turned around and saw that the dog in question was none other than J.R. himself. He had spotted me, and apparently was not happy that I left without saying "hello". J.R. was looking up at me soaking wet with his beloved chomped stick in his mouth silently begging me to throw it.

"Why hello J.R., "I stated laughing as I reached out and tried to pry the stick from the strong vice grip of his mouth. J.R. proceeded to tug and pull me to the water's edge where the older curly haired woman stood waiting for him. "Who have you got there, J.R.?" she asked as she smiled up at me warmly. Only when I was standing face to face with the woman did J.R. drop the stick.

"Finally," I muttered as I looked down at J.R. with a little grin on my face. I threw the stick back into the water, and watched as J.R. took off like a bat out of hell, tearing trough the waves in order to retrieve it. I looked back at the woman smiling at me and stated that I was Sara Sidle. She smiled at me, shook my hand and proceeded to tell that she was Melody Grissom.

Immediately after she told me her name, I could see the striking resemblance. "You're Grissom's mother aren't you?" I asked. "I mean Gil Grissom's mother," I corrected. Melody Grissom smiled at me and her eyes seemed to light up at the mention of her son. "Why yes! Yes I am! Do you know him?" she asked politely.

I smiled back in return and stated that I did indeed know him. I also told her about attending the conference, and that I was actually looking for her son to thank him. She asked me if I could face her directly and speak a little bit slower, so she could read my lips. It was at that moment that I remembered that she was deaf. I switched my position so that she could see my face and easily read my lips. Melody then told me that Grissom would be right back. He went back to the hotel room to get some sweatshirts for the both of them because it got chilly so quickly. She also told me that she was in town to see Grissom's lecture at the Forensics Conference. She stated that "she hardly ever gets to see her baby anymore because he is married to his work." And that "whenever he is in town she likes to be in the audience, so she can see what keeps her son so occupied all of the time." I laughed.

Melody and I continued to talk, as the sunset flamed across the sky, and I continued to play fetch with J.R. Grissom was right, his mother was extremely likable and lovable…so much so that after about five minutes, I felt as if I had known her my whole life. A few moments later Grissom emerged carrying two sweatshirts.

"We meet again on a beach, Dr. Grissom," I stated jokingly with a smile and a laugh. I watched as his eyes grew wide for a moment and then a grin spread across his face. "Good Evening, Sara. I see you have met my mother, and that J.R. has barged into your life again" he stated with a laugh as he saw his dog and I continue to wrestle for possession of the stick.

"Gil," Melody stated, "J.R. spotted Sara, walking across the beach, ran after her, and literally dragged her to me. I have never seen anything like it." She stated with a smile. "Dear, I don't suppose you have him trained to pick up beautiful girls do you?" Melody asked coyly. It was Grissom's turn to start to blush crimson red.

Grissom stepped closer to me and whispered in my ear "See, Sara, I told you he had the hots for you." He stepped back with a smile and handed his mother her sweatshirt. I couldn't think of a cleaver comeback at the moment so all I could do was smile, laugh and playfully punch him in the shoulder. "Ha. Ha. I stated sarcastically. "Well, I think you had better tell him that he is not my type, Griss. I stated with a smile and looked up into his eyes. When my eyes met his both sets were dancing.

"By the way, Sara, I like those flip flops" Melody stated. It was at that moment that Gil Grissom and I burst out laughing.

'Melody Grissom would tell me two years later on my wedding day, that she knew from the moment that she saw me interact with her son on that beach that I had him hook, line and sinker. She also told me that she has never seen him love anyone else as much as he loved me… Where the hell did we go wrong?'

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