Disclaimer: I do not own CSI : ( otherwise everything would be so much better for us GSR shippers.

AN: actually I planned to post this on Friday but I want to finish my fan fictions as fast as possible because I think I should not leave the readers with open ended stories when I should decide to stop writing CSI fan fictions.

chapter 6

…blue …darkness…blue…darkness… blue…darkness…blue…darkness… blue …darkness…blue…

he hears the ambulance drive away and the colors of the flashing light are fading, the darkness in the hall prevails again. He hears Warrick's steps behind himself but he doesn't turn around.

He woke up, sweating and shaking. For a while he couldn't move, he tried to breath but it just didn't work. This dream had haunted him before, but when it had stopped a few months ago he had hoped that it would never return. And now it had.

He left his bed and took a deep breath. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. How could he have wanted to kill her when an accident that had happened to her years ago was still haunting him because she had been hurt. When even this accident was still scaring him and still haunting him, how could he take her life? Or the life of someone who looks like her. If this woman would have reminded him of Sara then he wouldn't have been able to hurt her. He would have felt as if he'd hurt Sara and this was something he could never do. He did not hate Sara for what she had done to him, there was nothing that she had done to him. She had left him because of something he didn't know. But he was sure that she hadn't left with the intention to hurt him. He had missed her and it had hurt. And it still did, but this was no reason to be mad at her, to hate her or to even want to kill her or a woman who reminds him of her.

Okay, calm down Gil. There must be a logical explanation for all this. There must. You couldn't kill a helpless woman.

Now he was walking around in circles in his cell. He just didn't want to accept this. He couldn't accept this. He could never take the life of an innocent person!

His prints were at the scene. But there could be many reasons for this. Maybe he had been there, but that didn't mean that he killed her. Someone else could have killed her. Someone who cleaned up afterwards. Someone who wore gloves and so didn't saw any need in cleaning up that thoroughly.

Okay, he knew that this was probably not it.

But why had Sara's driver's license been found at the scene? The woman hadn't been Sara, what had she been doing with Sara's driver's license? Who had given it to her? Where did she get it from? Why had it been in her purse?

There were a couple of possibilities how that woman might have gotten it. Maybe she had stolen Sara's purse, maybe Sara had lost it and the woman had found it, maybe it had been faked.

The first two reasons wouldn't explain why the woman still kept it in her purse though. Every other person would have given it back to the person that it originally belonged to, not after stealing it, but after finding it.

And that brought him to another thought. When the police had Sara's driver's license, they should also have her address. But Manson had told him that they did not have an address. So there must be something wrong with it. It was either a faked copy of an old driver's license or it was really one of her old ones, but those should actually have been destroyed.

This scene must have been staged. There was no other logical explanation for all this. He wished that there'd be a chance for him to take a look on the evidence, but he knew that this wouldn't happen. So he had to work with the things he had heard of and had to assume and speculate. He wasn't used to this but he saw no other chance.

In fact he didn't need to prove someone else that he didn't kill this woman, he needed to prove it to himself. As soon as he would start to believe into his innocence he would be able to deal with all this, he would be able and willing to fight for his rights.

For a while he needed to push the disheveling memories of Sara and their past out of his head. He needed to clear his head to be able to think clearly about what to do. Needed to find a way to develop several theories about what might have happened.

Suddenly the door opened and a turnkey entered. "There's someone who wants to talk with you in the visitors room." He said with cold and emotionless voice.

Grissom wondered who this person could be but he did not try to ask the turnkey, he knew that he wouldn't get an answer anyways. So he followed the man out and through the hallways to the visitors room.

He entered and was lead to a seat.

And there she was.

TBC

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