Heres the next chapter. Thanks for the reveiws. Keep em coming please.

I don't own CSI.

Grissom heard a knock on his office door. "It's open."

"Hey." He looked up when he heard Sara's voice. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I had some...personal stuff."

"Thats okay." Grissom said taking off his glasses.

"I ah need to talk to you about something." Sara moved further into the room. Grissom motioned to her to sit down. She didn't though.

"I um, I need some time off. As soon as possible, I know it's short notice but it's really important."

"Is everything ok?"

"Ah, well..."

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, it's not me, my ex is in town...withum ou..her son. Sick, he's er, he's sick. I..." She was having trouble finding the words she was looking for.She didn't do it often, only when she was nervous, about doing something, saying something. Or scared, of how someone would react.

"Hey, hey slow down. Start from the begging. And sit down," Grissom tried to calm her nerves, "all I'm getting at the moment is word salad." Sara sighed and sat down.

"Sorry. It's a second language thing," She was about to move on but noticed the blank look on Grissomsface, " When I'm nervous I have trouble with english."

"It's not your first language?" Grissom was suprised, was that someting he should have known?

"No. Ah French. Anyway," She stood back up. "My ex is in town. Her son is very sick, he's ah doesn't have much time left. I'd like to spend some time with them."

"How much time?"

"I'm not sure, at least two weeks mabey more."

"Thats fine. Can you finish up the weekend?" He would have liked more notice, but he remebered what she had told him a few nights ago, whatever she had ment, it sounded like these next few weeks would be important. To him anyway, he didn't claim to be the best judge of these things.

"Sure. Thanks." She got up to leave.

"Sara. If you need to talk about anything."

"I know where you are."

"Hey Sara." Greg called out. Sara looked up at him from her locker. "You missed out on a cool triple yesterday." Sara looked at him. She was tired, Claire had been up half the night taking care of Joey. She had been torn as to wether or not she should help her,wether or not shehad the right to help her. She'd resorted to looking after Claire instead. Lots of coffee.

"Ah it's yours Greg. I'm taking some time off, starting monday." She closed the door on her locker. Gregs eye's lit up.

"Really, um, is everything ok?" He didn't want to sound too excited. He failed.

"Haha! Eeverything's fine Greg, I'm just taking a few weeks off. I didn't realise you'd get so excited." She teased.

"Well you know me, any oppurtunity to show off my genius." Sara smiled at him before she left the locker room.

Greg looked at the peice of paper he had collected from the crime scene. It was thick, almost cardboard, instead of paper. There was faint water mark visible in the background. It looked familiar. Very familar, he knew what it was, it was on the tip of his tounge, he just couldn't remember it. Vague ideas floated through his head.
Beer.
Beach.
Jimmy his best friend from highschool.
His parents.
What was he remembering. He tried to link it up.
Thick paper, family.
Thick paper, party.
Thick paper, vacation.
Vacation, Trip.
Plane!
It was a plane ticket. He'd used the same airline when he'd visited his parents last year. He paged Grissom.
Hey sorry I know it took a little longer then usual. Next part will be up soon.