Disclaimer : I still don't own anything, meaning I also have no money to give you if you do sue me…….

A/N : Okay, so I did say that there wasn't going to be another chapter, but I lied. It's going to be just like the other chapter, ending with a song. So…..this will be the end of this short series….unless I lie again, in which case you all have permission to smack me. So……on with the story, and please leave me something at the end….you know you want to….love you all!

Plane

"Sanders." Greg picked up his phone.

"How are you, Greg?" an amused voice sounded through Greg's cell phone, a voice that he had not been expecting for at least another three days.

"Sara! What are you doing calling me at three in the morning?" Greg exclaimed happily.

"I figured you were in the break room just about now….you always were," Sara reasoned.

"You still remember all of my work habits, after all these years?" Greg asked in wonder.

"I still remember everything about you, well, save a few small things," Sara said smugly.

"I guess your CSI training is still ingrained in you after all this time," Greg laughed.

"All this time? I haven't been gone that long, Greg," Sara protested.

"Yes you have. You've been gone so long that I've forgotten what your favorite food at the diner is," Greg pouted.

"Strawberry pancakes, Greg. You'll remember soon enough." With that, Sara hung up.

Greg looked at his phone, slightly miffed, but still grinning. Talking to Sara always made him happier, especially nowadays, when the lab was really quite dreary. He walked out of the coffee room and turned into the lab, whistling.

"Sofia, do you have the results in for me?" Greg asked.

"No, I'm not you. I do not work at inhumanely fast speeds." Sophia shooed Greg out of the lab.

Greg skipped happily out and started to hum to himself. His mood disappeared quickly when he bumped into Grissom.

"Greg?" Grissom asked.

"Yeah?" Greg replied.

"Do you think I'm too stiff?" Grissom was serious.

"Sometimes, boss. But, everyone has their own idiosyncrasies that they have to live with. The worst thing is when you realize your own, but can't seem to change it." Greg said in a sing-song voice, playing the fool. "I have to go solve this case!"

Grissom was left standing still in the hall, thinking. He said aloud to no one, "Did Greg just teach me a life-lesson?"

Sara got off the plane, wincing from the seats in plane. They were not top quality, to say the least. She had enjoyed her quick talk with Greg during the flight, as it relieved some of her extreme nervousness and/or boredom. She went past the baggage claim, as she had all her stuff in either her backpack or the carry-on she was lugging behind her. She hadn't really wanted to come back, but she figured she had to face the lab at sometime. She just hoped that people wouldn't be too upset.

She got into a taxi and had it take her to the crime lab, where she hoped that the night shift would be still working. Well, all of the night shift, save one; she wasn't in the mood to see him just then. Sara looked at the scenery flying by the window, and sighed. As much as she hated to admit it, she did really miss Las Vegas. She hoped that nothing had changed with the people, but she knew that was an unrealistic hope. People changed all the time; she had changed in the two years she had been gone, why shouldn't others?

"Thank you." Sara stepped out of the taxi, handing the money to him through the window.

"No problem, it was an honor to get to carry one so lovely as yourself. No, stop blushing. I can tell you have some personal issues, I just hope that you'll get them resolved." The taxi-driver smiled and drove away.

Sara stood there, watching the taxi drive off, stalling for time. He had called her lovely, something she had only been called by one of her foster parents. She sighed and started to walk inside the building. It was time to face the music. She found the saying to be oddly true as she walked down the corridor, following the sound of loud music. It was coming from the room she and Greg had worked in to solve the last case she had worked on. She opened the door quietly and shut it soundlessly, intending to scare the inhabitant. To her dismay, she found no one there.

So much for stealth she thought bitterly. She continued to look around, finding no one around. Where'd everyone go? Or maybe they don't work here anymore…Sara's thoughts ran rampant, going in directions that were completely ridiculous. She sat down in a chair in the break room, sighing. What was she doing here anyway? Why did she come back? What made her think that she could just come back like that? She decided to go to the hotel she was staying at and got up to leave. She made her way to the parking lot to get into her truck when she stopped, remembering. She didn't work here anymore; her Tahoe was not in the staff parking lot. The only reason she could get into where she did was because there was no one around to stop her.

"I'm going to kill myself when I get back to the hotel," Sara muttered to herself. She walked back out of the building through the front entrance and started to walk towards the main strip. When she reached the cheap motel she had decided to stay at, she hadn't actually reserved a room, she walked through the door and went up to the main desk.

"Hello? Can I have a room here for four nights?" Sara asked, pretty sure that there would be a vacancy available for her.

"Sure, that'll be two-hundred and forty dollars." The clerk typed in the information in the computer as Sara gave her the money. "Check-out is at one-thirty."

"Thank you." Sara took the key and walked up the stairs, the elevator didn't look stable, and went down the hall until she reached room 106. Opening the door with a small amount of difficulty, she walked in the room, slightly surprised at the cleanliness of it. She set down her luggage on the floor and lay down on the bed, closing her eyes in tiredness. She sat up and flipped her cell phone open. She dialed Greg's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Sanders."

"You need to stop that. You sound too much like me."

"SARA! Why do you keep calling unexpectedly?" Greg sounded really happy.

"Just felt the need to talk to you. So, what are you doing right now?" Sara asked.

"I'm at a crime scene with Grissom, I've been hear since three-thirty in the morning!" Greg whined.

"And it's what, seven thirty? Ah, wimp, working with Grissom you could be at a crime scene for six seven hours," Sara laughed.

"SEVEN HOURS?" Greg yelled in the phone in shock.

"Seven. I think that Warrick has the record of ten hours. You should of seen the look on his face when he came back. He didn't come into work for the next two days." Sara remembered, smiling.

"Well, I, oh, wait, just a second…no, tell Grissom that I'm going home to sleep, no…look, I told you that I'm not sticking around here after eight! Come on, Grissom, just because you're all pissed at the progress, or lack thereof of this case, doesn't mean that you can keep me over time and then not pay me for it!"

Sara heard other noises of Greg's voice, and she waited apprehensively to hear Grissom's voice, but she never did.

"Greg?"

"Hold on, just a minute Grissom, I'm on the phone! Yeah?" Greg turned his attention back to Sara.

"What level CSI are you now?" Sara asked.

"Two, almost three! Since I'm been working alone or with Grissom, I've gotten a lot more focused. Anyway, Grissom is going to take my head off if he finds out I'm still talking instead of using the precious fifteen minutes I'm staying here for, so….er…..bye?"

"Okay, bye, Greg. Are you going to go out for breakfast afterwards?" Sara asked, planning to catch him unawares later.

"Of course…you think I can cook in the state I'm in?" Greg asked, his voice rising in pitch by the end of his sentence.

"Naw, of course not….just wondering. I'll let you go back to work, Greg. See ya." Sara hung up.

Greg hung up as well, stopping as he put his phone away. "See ya." Did she mean that literally? Or was it just a figure of speech? He shook his head and went back to work.

"Now…if I remember right, he'll go here….and he'll get here in about five minutes…" Sara talked to herself as she entered the diner across the CSI building. She sat in the booth that Greg always sat at and waited for him to come in. When the waitress came over to take her order, Sara simply said that she was waiting for her friend to come and join her. She would order later.

She heard the door open after about ten minutes and looked up. Greg was talking to the waitress, obviously upset about something. After the waitress went away, Greg put his hands on his hips and turned and looked at her. He scowled, not recognizing her as anyone but the person who stole his booth. She smiled at him in return, causing him to pause. He faltered for a second before peering more closely at her. His eyes widened fractionally before he exclaimed, "SARA!" causing all eyes of the diner to look at him strangely. He ran towards her and yanked her up from the booth to hug her.

"Ermph, Greg…" Sara managed to get out. This was what she had missed while she was working for CSI in California. No one there was half as fun as Greg, though sometimes she thought that he was a little too over-eager.

"Shh! I'm so happy you're back…" Greg said, still crushing her in his bear hug.

"Greg, I've talked to you every week! And, it's not as if we're an item or anything, so stop talking like I'm your entire world," Sara laughed.

"True, you're not my world…you're my sun in my world. Anyway, when did you get back? How long are you staying? Do you want to stay at my place? Have you said hi to the others?" Greg asked quickly.

"Whoa! Slow down, Greg. I'm staying at a motel around here, and no, I haven't said hi to the others. I was planning to do that later." Sara sat down. "Come on, I'm hungry."

"Me too! Oh my goodness, Grissom is a slave-driver," Greg complained, sitting down across from her.

They spent breakfast catching up on each other's lives, something easier to do in person than over the phone. Sara had been promoted to level 4, and she was doing really well in California.

"So….how do you like your governor?" Greg asked slyly. He knew that Sara hate all of Swhartzanegger's(SP?) movies.

"Don't even talk to me about that, Greg. I may just have to beat you up for being a 'girly man'" Sara warned, using a scarily similar accent to the governor of "Kah-lee-forn-ni-a."

"Funny. Well, I need to go back and catch some sleep, have dinner with me tonight?" Greg asked, hopeful.

"Maybe. I'll give you a call later, okay?" Sara said unsure. If she had dinner with him, he would want her to go say hi to the night shift, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that.

"Deal." Greg stood up and walked up to the front counter.

"Wait!" Sara called, rushing after him. She was too late, by the time she had reached him he had finished paying.

"What?" Greg asked, turning around.

"I wanted to pay for my food."

"Don't worry about it. Hey, I'll see you later, okay?" Greg said, waving as he got into his Tahoe, one very similar to the one she used to drive.

"One thing, Greg." Sara called. Greg stopped as he opened the door.

"What?"

"Here." Sara gave him a big hug, slipping ten dollars into his back pocket without him noticing.

"What was that for?" Greg asked, happy.

"It's just really good to see you again," Sara said, grinning. She was happy for that reason as well as being smarter than him.

"Okay. Gotta go before I fall asleep here, though," Greg yawned.

"Go." Sara ordered.

Greg drove off. Sara decided to go wait for the day shift and surprise them. Walking over to the building she entered through the front door. She managed to slip by the main desk and walked quickly to the elevator, stepping in without noticing who was behind her.

"Good lord, well if it isn't Sara Sidle in the flesh…oh, and she's gotten prettier…" Nick walked around her in the elevator.

"Nick!" Sara exclaimed, happy to see him.

"Howdy." Nick crossed his arms over his chest.

"What's wrong?" Sara asked, a little upset at his distance.

"You. Why'd you leave without telling anyone except Greg? And why do you only call him?" Nick asked, obviously upset.

"Oh, sorry, Nick. I don't have an answer for you."

"I care about you so much, and then you just up and away without letting me know, Sara. Sure, we're not in the same shift anymore, but, I thought you cared about me too."

"Sorry, Nick. I just had to go."

"Why?"

"It was…starting to rain." Sara's cryptic answer didn't satisfy Nick.

"Humph."

"Can you forgive me?" Sara asked, a little unsure. "Oh, and I do care about you. The only reason I didn't tell anyone was because they wouldn't have let me go."

"Of course I can forgive you. There's no way I can't, especially when you look like that. Come here." Nick gave her the second bear hug of the day, nearly choking her.

"Ack…Nick….can't….breathe…."

"Oh, sorry." Nick let go of her. "Man! Warrick will be happy to see you. I think Catherine will want to see you too, even though, well, you know." Nick started rambling on and on about stuff. Sara noticed a similarity between Nick and Greg: they both didn't know when to shut up. They got out of the elevator and bumped into Warrick.

"Hey, man." Warrick greeted.

"Hey, Rick. Look who came back for a visit?" Nick asked.

"Is that your old girlfriend from Utah?" Warrick asked, not recognizing Sara. She wondered if she had changed that much. Sure, she stopped wearing some of the stuff she used to, she was more into baggy than she had been before, but she didn't think that she had aged that much.

Sara spoke up, "You didn't tell me you were Mormon, Nick."

"I'm not!" Nick put his hands up in defense.

"Sara?" Warrick recognized her voice.

"Hey Warrick. I'm back to visit, no, I'm not Nick's girlfriend." Sara smiled.

"That's a good thing too. Trust me, he's no good for you," Warrick teased.

"Hey!" Nick protested.

"Well well well, if it isn't a party in the corridor. My god, is that Sara?" Catherine's voice came floating down the hall. Sara heard the sound of her shoes click against the floor rapidly as Catherine started to run to get to her. Did people really miss her that much?

"It's good to see you!" Catherine said, hugging Sara more gently than the guys had done. She let Sara go and said, "You've been missed here."

Sara smiled crookedly.

"I need to go finish up my case, so, I'll catch you sometime later, Sara." Nick waved as he walked down the corridor.

"You need to go too, buster," Catherine told Warrick.

"But…but I want to talk to Sara some more…" Warrick protested.

"Later, not now. Look, Sara, I need to go too. See ya later." Catherine dragged Warrick back to work. Warrick shrugged at Sara as he was pulled backwards into the lab.

Sara was left standing in the hallway, a strange feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. She turned back to go down the elevator when she heard a voice that caused her heart to stop for a second.

"Sara?"

She turned around slowly. "Hello, Grissom."

"What are you doing here? Don't you work for California now?" Grissom asked curiously.

"I came back to visit. I'm on vacation." Sara smiled, wanting to get away. "Isn't your shift done already?"

"Yeah, I'm leaving now. It's nice to see you Sara. We should all go for dinner on Friday night, everyone has off. We're leaving things to Ecklie." Grissom waved as he walked into the elevator. He seemed oddly pleased by the fact that Ecklie would have a lot on his hands.

Again, Sara was left standing alone in the hallway. What was she doing here? They didn't have time to entertain her; they were all busy. Sighing, she walked down the stairs, wondering again why she was here. She regretted not having friends outside of work. I'll go home, then. Las Vegas doesn't seem to shine anymore.

She called her brother as she walked out onto the strip.

"Sidle."

"Hey Jarid."

"Yo! What's up? You having fun in Sin City?"

"Funny, but no. I'm coming home tomorrow."

"Early? Why?"

"I…I can see clouds starting to form."

"Okay. We'll all be home."

"See ya soon."

"Bye."

Sara hung up the phone and walked back to her motel. She tried to get her money back, saying that her plans had changed, but the only refund she could get was fifty dollars. For the rest of the day she sat in her room, reading.

After throwing down one book and reaching for another, her phone rang. She picked it up.

"Sidle."

"Hey, this is Greg. I was wondering if you wanted to get some dinner with me…" Greg trailed off.

"Sorry Greg, I don't feel very good, but on Friday we're all going out to dinner, so we can do that then." Sara supplied, though she didn't intend to stick around for it. It would be a good opportunity to say good bye to all of them, though.

"Oh, okay. I hope you feel better soon."

"Thanks, Greg. Bye."

"Bye."

Sara heard Greg hang up and lay back down on the bed, sighing. She hated running away, but it was the only option that wouldn't make her insane. She closed her eyes and slept. When she awoke, she called and reserved her flight.

"Hey, how are you?" Nick greeted Grissom.

"Good, where's Sara?" Grissom replied.

"I don't know. She said she would be here." Greg supplied.

The chatter grew and they all sat down, waiting for Sara. After twenty minutes, when she didn't come, the waiter came over and asked what they would like. When they were done ordering their food, a silence flew around the table.

"Is she coming?" Warrick asked.

"She may be late, she said that she hadn't been feeling too good," Greg said, though in his heart he knew she wasn't coming.

"Oh, ok." Warrick returned to his conversation with Catherine.

Suddenly, a song was played over the speakers, and everyone turned to see six words on the wall shined from a projector : If the plane goes down, damn.

The words only made sense after they heard the song.

Drain the veins in my head
Clean out the reds in my eyes to get by security lines
Dear x-ray machine
Pretend you don't know me so well
I wont tell if you lied
Cry, cause the droughts been brought up
Drinkin' cause you're lookin so good in your starbucks cup
I complain for the company that I keep
The windows for sleeping rearrange
And I'm nobody
Well who's laughin now

I'm leaving your town again
And I'm over the ground that you've been spinning
And I'm up in the air so baby hell yeah
Well I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn

Damn, I should be so lucky
Even only 24 hours under your touch
You know I need you so much
I cannot wait to call you
And tell you that I landed somewhere
And hand you a square of the airport
And walk you through the maze of the map
That im gazing at
Gracefully unnamed and feeling guilty for the luck
And the look that you gave me
You make me somebody
Ain't nobody knows me
Not even me can see it, yet I bet I'm

I'm leaving your town again love
But I'm over the quilt that you've spinning
And I'm up in the air, so baby hell yeah
Oh honey I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn

You keep me high minded
You get me high

Flax seeds, well they tear me open
And supposedly you can crawl right through me
Taste these teeth please
And undress me from these sweaters better hurry
Cause I'm keeping upward bound now
Oh maybe I'll build my house in your cloud
Here I'm tumbling for you
Stumbling through the work that I have to do
Don't mean to harm you

By leaving your town again love
But I'm over the ground that you've been spinning
But I'm up in the air, said baby hell yeah
Oh honey I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
Well I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn

Who do you
Think you are, are, are, are
To keep me so oh cold, cold
You keep me high minded
You keep me high minded

You get me high minded
You get me high

A/N: Okay, so I made Sara a little out of character, and I didn't really know what I was doing. But……thanks for sticking through this last chapter…I repeat, LAST. This was only written because someone suggested it when they reviewed, and this actually made sense. So….tell me what you think and leave a review…oh, and I don't own that song, Jason Mraz does. Was this chapter clear at all? Did it make sense? Anyway…love you all!

-FSY319