So here it is, the third chapter. I know it's short, again, but I think it's better to give you a short chapter than to make you wait a long time for a long one. Thanks to Odeepblue for being my beta!

Sara's POV

Grissom and I rode to the crime scene in silence. The scene hadn't been released upon my request the other day. So here I am, sitting in the silence that is neither aquard nor comfortable. I finish fixing my makeup and close up the visor in Grissom's Denali. I can't concentrate on trying to read over the case file I filled out yesterday and I can't make myself speak so that the silence will be broken.

I think back to when I first met Gil Grissom, how he was different back then. I remember that it had rained that day, the kind of gentle trickle that somehow reminds you of this time when you were a kid. I had taken the day off so that I could have some alone time before the seminar started that evening. I spent the day shopping in the open air markets that can somehow manage to pack up right before the rain starts and move back as soon as it finishes. I bought vegetables to cook for dinner through the week.

After I walked around the city for a while, I made my way back to my apartment to change my clothes. I decided on tight stretchy pair of jeans and a tight fitting girls T-shirt. I made my way to a local collage where the seminar was being held and managed to slip into the second row 10 minutes a man I knew by his picture in various science and forensic magazines, as Gil Grissom.

The seminar was interesting enough, but I had a hard time paying attention. I couldn't understand how someone so hansome could be so interested in bugs? Gil Grissom was obviously older, but he was sexy in that way. His dark hair had only a fleck of grey and his form was well built. I knew he must have been good at sports, if he had ever played any?

"So can anyone tell me what you would feel a blow fly once you have removed it from the deciest?" He asked, looking around the large room which held around 300+ people. "Anyone at all?"

I timidly raised my hand, his eyes darted to mine. "Yes, what is your name?" he gave a smile.

"Sara Sidle. Blow flies feed on nectar and on meat. They will usually bite animals and drink their blood and lay their eggs in open wounds. For this reason, decomposing bodies are perfect for them to not only eat, but for them to lay their eggs in. When an investigator has taken a blow fly into a lab to discover it's age, they may feed it meat so as to keep it alive." I breathed out. My hand was shaking so badly as everyone in the room listened to me rattle on about insects.

"Very well done Miss Sidle. Where did you come across this information?"

"Well I work in the Coroner's Office here in the city and we see loads of decomp. cases each year. It's nice to know what your looking at when a bug case comes in."

"Thank you Miss Sidle."

The rest of the lecture flew by for me, I managed to catch Gil Grissom looking at me a few times. Each time I would catch his eye, he would swiftly look away. I wondered if he was married, he acted like it in a way. He seemed shy around women, intimidated almost. I didn't have must time to think about it though because everyone was filing out of the room, leaving only me and Gil Grissom.

"Miss Sidle, thank you for participating in the lecture today, everyone else seemed a bit quiet."

"Oh, it was nothing Mr. Grissom."

"Please, just call me Grissom, most everyone else does."

"Ok, Grissom. Please call me Sara. Being called Miss makes me feel old."

He laughed a bit. "What are your plans for the rest of the evening?"

I couldn't believe it; was he asking me out? "I was going to go back to my apartment and pretend to sleep for eight hours."

He smiled. "I know we just met and I'm being a bit forward, but...would you like to have dinner with me?"

I gave him a slow smile. "I'd like that."

And that's how I met Griss. We had dinner that night and the 2 nights following that. Are relationship turned into one of light romance, we would hold hands as we shopped in the open air markets over the next 2 days. We shared lazy kissed by the water front after dinner and regretted when we had to leave one another. He said that he would keep in touch, and he did for a few years before he asked me to come to the desert, to Vegas. I accepted and here I am, depressed, I also have no love life to speak of.

When I first came here I was happy to be back and Grissom seemed pretty happy too. But after a while things slowly started to be less happy with us and began to turn sad. The cases became stranger and darker, my life became the same way. I hardly ever slept, rarely ate anything other than the food I would steal from Greg out of the fridge in the break room, I was becoming like Grissom.

My home life was no better, when I was suspended after I went off on Ecklie, Grissom came over and we talked. I told him about my family simple because he asked me to and after that our relation became more than it ever had. We still didn't have the type of romantic relationship I had wanted for so long, but things got better between us. We began talking more, spending some time together after work, my old friend was back. I think Grissom did this because he knew that I had risked my job for him, he was the one I was defending when I basically told Ecklie he could go to hell.

The big difference I see between Grissom now than when we first met is seriousness. He was serious when we met, but he still had some laughter about him. Now he dresses in black far too often, rarely goes outside in the day light unless it deals with a case, and he hides his past like I once did. He didn't want anyone to know about Kate and Allison, just like I didn't want anyone to know about my family. When he's ready, I'll be here for him, through whatever happens.

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