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Sara POV
With no job living in Vegas, it was only a matter of time before I ran out of money. I started looking for jobs. Not many places were looking for a temporary employees but I got a job. Wal-Mart was looking for people, so I got it. I was working the checkout with teenagers looking to earn a bit extra cash and adults who probably dropped out of high school. Quickly I made enemies, they just weren't interested in my intelligence and sadly, that was the only thing I had. People soon labelled me boring and a smartass because I could never have a conversation with any of the people.
Working in Wal-Mart, you can guess, some of my old friends came by for their shopping. I saw Nick once but he quickly avoided me and went to another checkout. I wouldn't have said anything to him either. Then I saw Catherine a few days later. Evidently she came to my checkout, to rub my nose in it.
'Ha! Nick told us he saw you here. We had a good laugh about it. So, not find another CSI position? Nobody want a CSI who messes up a whole investigation by her stupidity?' she sneered at me. I wanted to punch her face, that would make me feel a whole lot better.
I ignored her. Only telling how much her groceries were. She slipped me $20 on top of the money she paid and mouthed sorry before she left. She didn't mean it because she was laughing while she walked away. She is such a bitch.
The next few weeks went by without anymore little surprise visits from former friends. I couldn't really decide if it was for the best. I guess it would have been nice to see them again, but like old times. I just wanted everything to be like it was. Catherine had destroyed so much of me without her knowing it. She didn't know anything about me. She didn't know that I had no one in the world. I couldn't blame her for that. I just hoped that in New York everything would work out. I was hoping for a fairytale ending to this horrible nightmare of my life.
Soon it came to the time when I was ready to leave Las Vegas.
I don't remember much about that last day. I just remember daydreaming in the airport, waiting for the plane. I pictured Nick or Greg or anyone running through the terminals, pushing past all the people waiting, calling my name. They would find me and stop and look at me. Then they would slowly walk up to me and take me into a warm embrace. 'Sara, don't leave. We need you, not Catherine. Please. I love you..'
Then the daydream would end. I guess I watch too many romance films, but life never does turn out that way. No one came to stop me, or say goodbye. I never felt more alone.
I arrived in New York and got settled quickly into my new job. Months passed and Las Vegas became a distant memory. I can't say that I never thought about my life there, because I did. I wondered a lot about all my former friends there and how they were. The good times were replaced with the bitter feeling of pain that they had unknowingly inflicted on me. What would you do? You would think a CSI would follow the evidence. That's what we are taught to do. It was true that I hadn't denied any of it, except from the phone call with Grissom. But I didn't admit it either. I thought that Catherine had some sort of problem, that I was doing her a favour. The only problem Catherine had was being a bitch.
One day at work, about 7 months after I left, I was called into my boss's office. Carl was a good boss. He was a good friend and he trusted me, unlike Grissom.
'Hey Sara. I know you used to work in Las Vegas right?' Carl had said once I was sitting in his office.
'Well yeah. What's this about?' I was confused.
'I got a phone call from a Conrad Ecklie proposing help from the FBI for a serial they have out there. I've decided to send you and Connie. They will update you on all the details. You leave tomorrow.' He said, handing me my plane tickets and the details of the hotel I was to stay at.
'Tell me that its their dayshift handling the case.' I shouted. I was panicking.
'I do believe it is. Is that a problem?' He looked concerned.
'Nope not a problem. How long will I be out there you think?' I knew it was impossible not to meet any old friends when I was there, but I couldn't just abandon my duties just because of an old problem.
'I should think no more than a month,' by the look on my face he could tell I was shocked, 'but it could be less than that. Don't worry. Don't you want to see all your old friends again?'
'Um.. yeah,' I lied. A month. Could I spend a whole month back in Vegas? I guess I would have to.
The next morning I was all packed and ready to go. Connie was a good friend, I was glad I was going with her. She was the first person to get to know me here, she is a great friend, she knew all about Catherine and my past. She was probably the first person to ever understand me.
At 10am, Connie came by to pick me up. Nothing was said in the car drive to the airport, she knew that in Vegas it would be awkward with my old co-workers. I hadn't been on a plane since I flew out to New York. It brought back the sting of rejection I felt leaving. It was hard not to feel that way. Connie and I talked about the job that lay ahead on the flight. I had to focus on that and not the old memories. It was only 7 months ago though, they weren't easy to forget about.
When we reached Las Vegas, I was tired. I always got jetlagged and I hoped to God that it wasn't Nick, Greg, Warrick, Grissom or especially Catherine who was assigned to pick us up. Probably in the first and only time in my life, I was thankful to see Ecklie waiting at the gate. He looked shocked to see me.
'Well. Well. Miss Sidle, long time no see. I didn't know you went to work with the FBI.' A small smile crept onto his lips.
'Hey Ecklie. How has everything been?' I asked cheerfully, hoping he didn't know all the circumstances of my dismissal 7 months before, although I'm sure he did.
He updated me on everything new at the lab and the case we were to work on. Not once did he mention anyone from the lab. I guess I wanted to know what they had been up to, even if it was to prepare me for when I did finally see them again. Connie listened unwearyingly, intrigued about the lab. I hadn't told her much about everything. I only mentioned the old team.
Politely I asked Ecklie if we could just go straight to our hotel. Connie was tired too and I was to prepare for tomorrow, in case the worst happened. He agreed and left us there. Connie and I shared a twin room. As she slept, I watched the lights of Vegas from the hotel window. I missed this. I missed Vegas. I missed everything.
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