POV-Greg

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I can't believe she's leaving...I'll never see her again. When I wake up in the morning she's the first thing I think about and the last when my head hits the pillow. I'll never see her bright and brilliant smile. I'll never see her pacing back and forth in my lab waiting for the printer to spit something out and I'll never smell her sweet smell again...like oranges and a hint of mango, maybe.

I know we're not that close, she being in the field all the time, but I like to think that we're on very good terms with one another and its because of this that I'm so bummed to hear of her leaving. I think I was the last to find out, which sucks since it seems that that's always the case...first to report (save for Catherine) and last to know.

We went out once, you know. Not on a date, mind you, at least not for her, but here are the elements. We met up at this little place on Trop and while she had her Hail Caesar salad I ordered something vegetarian out of courtesy. We shared a plate of eggplant parmesan, which was a lot and when we were done we drove to Lake Meade with a six pack and watched the sunset over the lake. I know that for her it was just a friendly outing during which she vented about Grissom and told me she was leaving, but for me it was much more...so much more. I actually felt as though we'd connected on some level. But all that's gone now...gone to be replaced by someone who isn't Sara. Maybe some other female team member will take her place in the lab, but no one could ever take her place in my heart.