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I had this typed yesterday but I had a Latin party and homework to deal with first. Chapter Two should be up by next Tuesday.
Chapter One
3 months later…
"Good Morning Ms. Sidle!"
Sara jerked her head up from the microscope. A vaguely familiar man with a bullhorn was walking toward her with a camera crew in tow. The man had on a pair of worn jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his chest and biceps. Sara noticed also that although shift had ended three hours ago, everyone from Graveyard was along side him.
She stood as they all entered the layout room.
The man in the lead set down his megaphone and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Ty, and I hear you've been having some house troubles."
Sara couldn't conceal her excitement and she forwent his hand and launched her self into his arms. Tears streamed down her face, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She trembled as she pulled away and wiped the moisture from her eyes. "But who--?"
He smiled brightly, a dimple carved into his cheek. "I'm on strict orders not to tell you until your new house is revealed."
"I work for the best crime lab in the country. I have my ways." She winked at him.
Ty chuckled and ran a hand through his sun bleached hair. "I'm sure you do, but right now you have a plane to catch."
Everyone, with the exception of Ecklie, who looked liked he was about to pop a vein, cheered as Sara was led out of the lab. Outside a limousine awaited her.
Ty held up a finger, "One more thing before you say your goodbyes. Since we usually don't do this for one person, you are allowed to bring a guest with you to Hawaii."
Sara's gaze briefly landed on Grissom, who was standing on the edge of the crowd. Maybe he'd—Pfff, yeah and she was the queen of England. She shook her head and turned to Catherine. "What do you say?"
Her jaw dropped, "Me? W—Well I can't. Lindsey—"
Ty held up his hands, "One more person won't be a problem."
"Are you sure?" Catherine looked to Ty first, and then Sara.
"Yeah, of course."
Catherine screeched with joy and hugged Ty, a little longer than was socially acceptable. Ty cleared his throat, "You gals better get going. We have a house to build."
Sara said goodbye to the guys, giving each a hug, a nod for Grissom, and a smirk for Sofia. Catherine followed suit and then they were in the back of the limo pulling away from Westfall Avenue. Though the producer was talking to her, Sara's attention was on the fading visage of her boss. The tinted glass prevented him from seeing her, but his eyes were locked with hers until the vehicle turned a corner and the lab was out of sight.
The producer had her sign various documents giving up the rights to her house for the week. He then had her film a set on her reaction to the news. She tried not to cry again as she spoke, but Sara was just so relieved, like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
An hour later they had Lindsey and their luggage and were on a private jet from McCarran to LAX. Lindsey was listening to her iPod entirely too loud and Catherine was idly flipping through a month old edition of Vogue. Sara couldn't hide her curiosity any longer.
"Catherine, you wouldn't happen to know who sent my name in, would you?"
She closed her magazine and thought for a moment. "I was thinking Greg, but somehow that doesn't feel right." They remained contemplative, then "What about Grissom?"
Sara nearly choked on her water. "Grissom?"
"It sounds like him doesn't it? I mean don't deal with something directly, but still manage to fix it?"
"Yeah, Grissom."
Sara left that alone for now. It sounded dangerous. She opened her forensics journal and let herself be absorbed by the plans for a machine that would analyze DNA samples in less than five minutes. Yeah, right.