POV-Sara Sidle ------------------------------------------------------------

It was a hard decision, I know, but it had to be done and he certainly wasn't going to be the one to do it, so I just beat him to the punch. A few weeks back we were caught at a scene and we couldn't do our jobs, collecting evidence, so we was and talked. It was then and there that I realized that he would never change. No matter how much time I'd give him, how much space I'd allowed him or times I've given him a clear shot at asking me out he's always shut himself in his office and buried himself in paperwork like he is now.

This is my last day here at the Las Vegas Lab and as I look out the corner of my eye as I pass his office I can tell he'd been looking at me...why, I don't know. Its not as if he'd ever do anything about those feelings he says he's got for me. No, he'll just sit in his office and fester until its time to hand out slips and after this case, this last case of mine I'm gone. A few months back I put in a transfer to Washington DC and was accepted.
Needless to say, Grissom was none too pleased, ranting about how every time things get tough I run away. Well,
he's right...in a way.

Things here, at the lab, have really turned to crap since I got here five years ago. Really, the only friend I've made is Jim, but he's got his life and though I know he'd like me to stay, I cant; not for me, not just for him and not for my sanity. There was once a time when I thought he might change, that he might realize what he's missing while he's got his nose buried in all types books of his, but evidently I was wrong.. He neither wants nor needs ms, so I'm outta here.

I'm going to miss everyone...Warrick, Nick like my big brother), Greg (like my little annoying, but cute brother) , hell, I might even miss Catherine if she weren't so self absorbed. I'll miss my man in ballistics, Bobby D. and as much as I hate to admit it, I think I might even miss Ecklie...sick, isn't it?

Today I'm just gonna do my job and when shift is over I'll be gone. There are a few people that I'll keep in touch with...Jim, Nick and Greg, but for the others , we were never really all that close.

So as I walk these halls for the last time I take everything in. I memorize the way Grissom's office is set up, I memorize the way Greg works with his loud music and I'll miss the playful banter that Nick and I sheared. But down the corridor and around the corner and into the break room.