This was suppossed to be a plot chapter. You know the three dead guys a lead up to what happened. But I just couldn't get it written. So you get this instead.

I don't own CSI

And just a quick note. I know nothing about the foster care system in america, especially in the 80's. So I apologise for any errors I make. Oh and drug trial apology again here.

Wow this chapter took a while to get out. Sorry it's a little short.

1986

Dr Williamson didn't tell Sara about the pills. Instead, she decided to discharge her. She spoke to her social worker Joseph Taylor about where to send her.

"She can't go back to that home she needs the proper care." Dr Williamson said.

"Then why are you discharging her if she's not well enough." Joseph couldn't understand why she was giving up, he knew that Sara certainly wasn't ready to.

"She's never gonna be well enough. I don't want her to die in here alone, in an isolation ward!" They were just outside Sara's room, and hence were speaking in angry whispers.

"The reason she was at Riverwood to begin with was because noone else will take her!"

"I understand that but..." She hesitated.

"But what?" She was up to something he knew it.

"But I had an idea. Mabye you know someone who understands AIDS a little better then most. Someone who wouldn't normally be approved as a foster parent."

"You mean a same sex couple." She was on to something here. He thought about it for a moment.

"Its just an idea." She took a step back from him.

"Its a good idea. Give me a couple of days." With that he left quickly walking with a purpose.

Sara opened her eyes. She saw nothing at first, just too much light. Slowly Ashley's bright blue and black hair came into focus.

"Hey sleepy head."

"Hi." Her voice came out croaky and hoarse.

"How you feeling?" She was sitting in a chair beside Sara's bed, leaning forward, her arms crossed and resting on the crisp white sheets.

"Sleepy. I'm being discharged soon." Sara mumbled.

"Really. They're sending you back to Riverwood?" That didn't make any sense. They couldn't look after her there. Not to mention what some of the girls would do to her.

"I'm not sure. I think they're trying to find a place for me. I don't know who'd take me at this point though?" She smiled at Ashley then looked down at where her arms were resting on the sheets. Ashley's fingernails were blue as well today.

"Well wherever you end up I'm gonna come visit you."

Joseph had good news for Sara's doctor. He had spoken to some friends of his who had been trying to adopt or foster children for a few years now, but had so far been unsuccesful. They had agreed to take her, despite her illness. He had thanked them about fifteen times already. He and Joanne were in Sara's room explaining it to her.

"They're friends of mine. I trust them." He told her.

"Does this mean we're giving up?" Sara asked Dr Williamson.

"This isn't about giving up. This is about giving you a better environment to live in. You spend most of your time in here alone, and I just don't think thats helping you."

"I'm not alone. I have Ashley, and you guys."

"And we will still be there for you. I just think this is a better option." Joanne was sitting next to Sara's bed as she spoke to her.

"Okay." Sara said quietly knowing that there would be no more treatment.

"Okay, They're just outside, they wanna meet you, can I bring them in?" Joseph was speaking now.

"Okay." Sara watched as Joey left the room for a moment he returned with two men in tow. He introduced them.

"Sara this is Micheal Stewart and Louis Berston." He gestured first to a blonde guy. He was not overly tall, a little over weight, with kind brown eyes. He seemed nervous. The second man, Louis, was taller, black, slender and toned. He had a shaved head, and Sara was sure he was wearing the same colour makeup as Ashley did.

"Guys this Sara Sidle." He introduced her then stepped back to allow the two men to speak to her.

"Hi" Was all she managed.

"Hi Sara." Louis spoke to her softly, he moved closer to the bed. "Its nice to meet you."

"You too uh..Louis?"

"Mm hmm, thats me." Sara smiled she looked a little closer at his eye shadow it was pretty close. "You see something strange little girl?" He said with an amused cadence in his voice.

"You wear the same colour make-up as a friend of mine." She held his eyes. "It's always blue, even her lipstick, god only knows why." Louis gave her a warm smile. There wern't many people he took an instant liking to. Too many years spent nursing cranky, ungrateful, rude patients in the cardiology unit of this very hosptal. His cynacism had begun to ease recently however, since he had taken a job at an AIDS hospice a few years ago. Sara however he liked. She seemed intelligent, upbeat, she still had a sense of humour. But the most important actor that played in her favor was Joey's attatchment to her. He had never seemed so desperate as he was the night he asked them to do this. Louis knew it was partly due to his lovers recent death and partly because because he liked Sara.

"Well I'm just gonna have to meet this friend of yours arn't I."

"Please tell me your friend isn't into those big hoop earings as well, I don't think I could handle that." This was the first time Micheal had spoken. He seemed nervous, eager too make her laugh, too make her like him. It worked. She had spent so long being treated badly that anyone who was nice got her attention and her respect.

"No she's not. At least not as far as I know." He laughed at her, while Louise glared at him playfully.

"Ok." Dr Williamson interrupted, "Lets get you discharged Sara." She looked at both men and asked, "Could one of you come with me to sign some papers." Louis nodded.

"Lead the way doctor." He followed her out the door, which she shut. She handed him some papers which he read over with an experienced eye and signed. He handed them back to the doctor.

"Ok," she reached into her labcoat, and took out white cardboard box. She opened the lid and showed him the bottles inside, "This is the medication shes on. All the instuctions are on the lable, one every four hours. Bring her in on Wednesday for a check up, or if she's not well enough give me a call and I'll come check on her." Something about the situation struck Louis as very odd. He watched the doctor as she spoke. She seemed rushed and hurried, for someone who had according to Joey gone to great lengths for Sara. He looked at the bottle she was showing him.

"Can I see this?" He said as he took it from her hand. He looked at lable carefully. There was no name, not uncommon on drugs being trialed, just a series of numbers. He was able to recognise many of the drugs currently on trial, but not this one. "Is this a trial." He asked her in a professional tone.

"Yes it is."

"I don't recognise it." He opened the bottle. His heart skipped a beat. He knew what this was. "What is going on here."

"It just her medication sir." Joanne spoke in an even tone she reserved for difficult parents.

"Don't give me that shit. I'm a nurse. I work in an AIDS hospice I know whatthese are, and I can guess how they were obtained." Joanne froze, she hadn't planned for this. "How did you get these?"

"They were a gift." She wasn't lying.

"A gift?" His voice was skeptical. "What gives you the right to decide who gets these and who dosen't. I have so many patients who are just as deserving of these drugs."

"Somebody went to a lot of trouble to get these to Sara. I know that there is no possible way to distibute those so that I can help everyone in need. If I turn them in they'll be destroyed. We can help her with those pills." Joanne held out the box for him to take. "It's up to you sir."
She waited.
He looked at the bottle in his hand.
She waited.
Hehanded her the bottle.

"I'm sorry. I know to many people who need those just as much as she does. If everybody got them like this..." He shook his head and went back in Sara's room.

Phew! that one took me a while. By the way I'm back at Uni now so while I do plan on continuing with this story, writing it will take a backseat to studying...well thats the plan anyway.