A guard led Sara to a room where she took a seat on a cold, rather uncomfortable metal chair. She waited for her mother to come out and her stomach dropped when she saw a flash of orange come around the corner. The woman took a seat as her handcuffs were removed. The woman had a wide smile across her face.

"Hey Sara."

"Hi mom," Sara said bluntly.

"I've missed you so much, sweetheart," Laura Sidle said smiling, moving a hand toward her daughter.

"Yeah…uh, me too…" Sara said, at a loss for words. Her mother's hand over hers made her feel uneasy.

"So, how've you been? I've heard about you over the news."

"I'm uh…I'm doing good, mom."

"I'm glad to hear it," her mother said smiling. Sara sighed.

"Mom, I…I'm sorry, I can't ignore it anymore," Sara said shaking her head.

"Ignore what?" her mother asked.

"You know what. When you killed dad!"

"Sara—"

"Don't baby me, mom. I'm an adult now; I'm not a little kid anymore! When you killed dad, do you realize what you sold me into? I was alone- you were in jail, my only brother was in rehab, and my father was dead! My only surviving relatives were too drunk to take care of me so I had to go into foster care!"

"Sara…"

"Please, mom! I think you've done enough."

"Sara…" her mom sighed and straightened her neck. "You know why I did what I did."

"Yes, mom; I do. But you were the one who was always telling me to obey the law, and all that jazz. And here my mother goes and kills my father."

"Sara, I couldn't let him continue abusing us. You know as well as I do I killed him to protect you."

"Yeah, well mom, you know what? I can take care of myself. I could then and I can now." Sara stood up and began heading out the door. Her mother's voice made her stop.

"Sara!"

Sara turned around.

"I'm sorry."

Sara sighed as she looked at her mother.

"So am I, mom. So am I."

She walked out of the room and stared at her mother as she was escorted back to her cell. On her way out of the lab, the woman at the front desk stopped her.

"Miss, would you like to schedule another appointment?"

Sara stopped and turned to the woman. She just shook her head.

"No. No I don't."

She walked out of the jail and went to her car.

When she got inside her car, she rested her head in her arms. She wasn't going to cry- she had done enough of that for a few lifetimes. She looked up through the windshield. She decided the best thing to do would be to go back to her apartment and sort things out on her own.

For the next few days, Sara sat in silence sipping numerous cups of coffee as she tried to figure out the confusing rainbow of madness that was her life. She flipped through old photographs- one of which she kept looking at. It was her favorite photo out of them all.

In the picture, stood a smiling Jonathan 'Jimmy' Sidle with a smiling Sara in his arms. Beside them was her mother, sitting holding up a large birthday cake with four candles on it. The picture brought tears to her eyes.

As she reminisced, she was startled when there came a knock at her door.

She stood up and rubbed the tears from her eyes, sniffling. She looked through the peephole. She rolled her eyes as she opened the door.

"Hey."

The familiar voice filled the entire atmosphere. The blonde woman standing outside her door had a small smile on her face as she motioned inside.

"Can I come inside?"

Sara moved aside so her coworker could come into the building. She closed the door behind her and walked in front of her.

"So, Catherine…what brings you to my lair?" she asked sarcastically.

"I came to see if you were okay."

Sara sighed. "Grissom told you to come, didn't he?"

"No, of course not," Catherine said sitting down. "I came out of motherly instincts. I came tell when someone's having a tough time- I scare Lindsey that way all the time."

This made both Catherine and the brunette sitting across from her chuckle and Sara cleared her throat before speaking.

"Uh, thanks Catherine. But really, I'm fine."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Well, okay, but you call me if you need anything, or just need someone to talk to, alright?"

Sara nodded as Catherine led herself to the front door and left. Sara sighed as she locked the door.

"Alright, Catherine, Nick- 419 down at the Four Aces hotel! Warrick, you've got a 406 with Greg and Sara—" Grissom started, but Nick cut him off.

"Sara's got the week off."

Grissom sighed. "That's right…okay, I'm going to have to call her in. We've got a tough shift tonight."

Sara heard her cell phone ring and she picked it up.

"Sidle. What? But Grissom, I—okay…okay, I'll be right there."

Sara sighed as she hung up the phone. She grabbed her keys and ran to her car.

"Sara, you and I've got a 419 down the Strip," Grissom said as soon as Sara walked through the door.

"Uh…okay."

"Let's go."

"Oh uh, right now?"

"Yes, when else?"

Sara sighed as she headed outside yet again with her boss.

"White female- worked a couple of blocks down at the bank. Coworkers say she was taking the bus to and from work today because her car was in the shop," Brass told Grissom as he walked him to the body with Sara trailing behind.

"And?" Grissom asked.

"Victim looks to have been raped, beaten, and then finally strangled."

Grissom and Sara arrived at the body with Brass.

"Hey David," Grissom said.

"Hey Gris," the young coroner returned the greeting. "Hey Sar—"

Sara was nowhere to be seen. Grissom looked around and saw Sara walking back to the car. She had dropped her kit where she had been standing. Grissom watched her go and then turned to Brass and David.

"Uh, keep the body here for a minute. I'll be back shortly," Grissom said and went the direction Sara had gone. As he reached the car, he saw Sara holding her head in her hands, leaning against the car.

"Sara?"

"Grissom, just go process the scene."

"No, Sara."

"Grissom, I'll be there in a minute, I just need a second."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Grissom."

"You haven't been acting the same since the last day you took off."

"I'm fine, Grissom."

Grissom walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes, sensing defeat.

She didn't say anything yet. She just couldn't deal with a case like this right then- she had enough on her mind and cases like these always bugged her- she would deprive herself of food and sleep until she had them solved and she had already been doing that since the meeting with her mother.

"The other day, I um…I went to see my mother…"

"At the jail?"

"Yeah."

Grissom could see where the conversation was going.

"I see."

"I'm just going through a tough time right now."

He nodded. "Are you going to be okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."

Grissom nodded as he left her alone at the car and she wiped the tears away from her eyes.