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AN- I actually didn't know where I was going when I started this. I didn't expect it to really come out at all. Mostly I stick to JAG fanfiction (my area of expertise):-) but hey I guess we all have to branch out sometime. I hope you all like this.
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"…Staring right back in the face, a memory can't be erased, I know because I tried. Start to feel the emptiness and everything I'm gonna miss, I know that I can't hide. All this time is passing by I think its time to just move on…"
-Lifehouse "Come Back Down"
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Eventually
By: Anonymous Skeleton
This was it. She had tried everything but Gil Grissoms skull was about as impenetrable as a Marine issue armored vehicle. If someone threw white hot iron rods at him it wouldn't make an impression never mind her rather forthright attempts to get him to realize that she had feelings for him. So she quit. She was sick of playing his sadistic little game of 'I can't see you'. Her resignation was going in today.
His eyes stared at that little piece of paper that was left on his desk. That little piece of paper had destroyed his world. 'I Sara Sidle resign my position as a CSI for the Las Vegas police department.' She was leaving him. No more would he be on the receiving of one of her 'You'd better watch the sensitive places' looks or the classic roll of the eyes that made her Sara. Where had he gone wrong?
Her box of personal effects had been packed, her locker cleared out. She had used the regulation disinfectant to make her space ready for the next rookie to join the team. These simple actions of leaving should have made her sad. They represented yet another chapter of her life that was now packed away. The last needed was for the imaginary box holding her 5 odd years here at the Las Vegas Crime Scene Analysis Center to be put in the closet to mold with the rest of her past. Stepping out of the building for what would be the last time Sara headed to her car. Taking a deep breath she smiled. She was free. No more rejection, no more pain. She could start over again somewhere else. Somewhere where she wouldn't be reminded daily of what she had loved… and lost. Of course there would always be that pain associated with giving that much of you up to someone but eventually that would fade. Eventually.