Snapshots of a Small Town Life

by Firebird9

Sequel to Writing on a Blank Slate and Familiar Strangers. As her eldest daughter prepares to leave for college Sara Stokes sorts through her photographs and reminisces about her life since she left Las Vegas.

12. Chapter 12

Snapshots of a Small-Town Life

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. Also, Bridgewater and Greyston County are fictional locations and the original characters that inhabit them are also fictional. Any resemblance they may bear to actual places is purely coincidental.

Rating: K

Chapter 12

"Who's this?" Jenny asked, continuing to skim through the envelope.

"Let me see. Oh, that's Gil Grissom. He was my boss, a long time ago. Your dad's, too. He came to visit once, when you were little." A sad smile crossed her face. "He's dead now."

"How did he die?"

"It was an accident."

This wasn't strictly true, but Grissom's death wasn't something she wanted to discuss, especially with her ten-year-old daughter.

"I was in love with him," she heard herself say instead.

"Really?"

"Yes. That was before I met your dad, of course." Well, kind of.

"Why didn't you marry him?"

"Because he wasn't in love with me."

Jenny frowned in concern at the slight sadness on her mother's face.Then she brightened. "Well, it's just as well," she said firmly. "If you'd of married him you wouldn't have married dad, and I kinda like him."

Sara laughed in spite of herself. "I'm sure he'd be relieved to hear you say that."

But even so, she retrieved envelope and photograph from her daughter's hands and pulled out another instead.