Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, although I wish I did.

By the way, the first chapter is in Sara's point of view, but the other chapters will not be.

Chapter Two- Cool Change

Sara came home and collapsed on her couch. She had just pulled a triple and wanted nothing more than to sleep, however sleep was almost impossible for Sara Sidle. Instead, she went to her computer and checked her E-mail, hoping that she had finally gotten a reply from Grissom. It had been two months since she had received anything from him and was getting tired of waiting, but, to her surprise, when she looked through her messages, there was one from Grissom.

Sara-

"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare.

I'm sorry I haven't written to you in quite a while. I hope you can forgive me.

There isn't much knew here in Vegas. Nick and Warrick (you do remember me telling you about them right?) are both trying to get the promotion of CSI 3. It's been very interesting to watch them go head to head. Both of them are making bets and they've got the whole graveyard shift betting for who's going to win too (and before you ask, no, I didn't bet on either of them).

How's life in San Francisco? I was there a month or two ago and dropped by to see you only to find out that you had moved. When did this happen?

Well, anyway, I'm sorry I didn't write sooner. I just had to say that again. Write back soon!

Grissom

Sara laughed. In the couple of months that she hadn't heard from him at all, he hadn't changed a bit. She decided to write back to him.

Griss-

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"- Thomas Haynes Bayly

It's good to finally hear from you! I was beginning to think that you had just disappeared off of the face of this Earth. Seriously though, it's okay that you didn't write for a while. I understand if you were busy. I have the same job as you, you know.

By the way, I told you that I had moved several months ago (remember now?). I didn't ever give you the address though, so sorry about that.

I would have thought you would have placed a bet on Warrick. After all, from what you've told me, he is your favorite CSI. Am I not correct?

Things have been pretty quiet here as usual, but the case that I've just finished was pretty rough. A kid was murdered, and that should be enough to call a rough case, but wait, it gets worse. The killer, as it turns out, was his step-father. Sad, right? And he said he did it because 'the little brat hated him and deserved what he got'. Some people in this world are so sick. I will never fully understand the human mind or nature…

It was good to hear from you. Write back soon!

Yours,

Sara

Sara quickly erased that and just wrote:

Sara

Sara thought for awhile and before she pressed send, she wrote:

(P.S: Why do we always write quotes at the beginning of all of our messages? I'm starting to wonder how that all got started.)

Sara pressed the send button, and then quickly logged off of her computer. She was beginning to feel more and more drowsy, so she lied down on her couch. Within just minutes, she was in a deep sleep.

Sara woke up four hours later, feeling very refreshed. Many people thought it was strange how she could wake up after just a few hours of sleep and go another three days without sleep, but it was just something she had always done, even as a child. She sat up on the couch and turned her TV on, even though she barely ever watched it. It still was comforting to her to have some noise in her house for once.

For some reason, she logged back on her computer to check for a message from Grissom, even though she didn't expect there to be one. But as soon as she signed on, there was already a new message from him.

Sara-

"The only true wisdom is knowing you know nothing"- Socrates

I'm not to sure why we write quotes at the beginning of all of our messages to each other. I think it got started one day when I just randomly wrote a quote in my message to you, and you sent a quote back to me. I guess we just do it now for the sake of not wanting to break the tradition, as boring as that sounds.

By the way, Warrick isn't my favorite CSI. I don't have favorites. I like them all equally.

I'm sorry to hear about your rough case. Just last week, I worked a case where a six year old was murdered by her older brother. I never really found out why, but I always wonder what motive you could possibly have for stabbing your little sister. I, much like you, will also wonder how it's possible to take a child's life away from them, but, then again, it is a very sick world out there.

Write back soon,

Grissom

(PS: The reason for me not writing you back isn't because I was too busy.)

Sara read the last line about five times before saying out loud, "What the hell is that supposed to mean." She pressed the reply button, and wrote:

Griss-

What the hell is 'the reason for me not writing you back isn't because I was too busy' supposed to mean.

Sara

Oh and here's your quote:

"Four things to learn in life: To think clearly without hurry or confusion, to love everybody sincerely, to act in everything with the highest motives, and to trust God unhesitatingly."- Helen Keller

Sara pressed the send button for the second time that day, an unusual occurrence for her. Then she shut down her computer and headed off to work.

For two more weeks, Grissom and Sara were emailing each other twice a day. Every time Grissom wrote to her, however, he never did answer her question about what exactly he had meant. In each letter, he had simply not paid any attention to the fact that she kept asking what he had meant by one simple question. Sara, getting tired of writing down the same question in every message she sent, just stopped asking knowing that she'd never get a response.

Sara was catching one of her few hours of sleep that she needed everyday when her phone began to ring. She slowly picked up her phone and mumbled groggily into it, "Sidle."

"Sara?" asked the voice on the phone. Sara immediately sat up in bed, smiling. She knew exactly who it was.

"Grissom," she said, her grin getting wider.

"Yes," he replied. "How are you?" he asked, uncertain of how to start off there conversation.

"Oh, I'm just fine. How about you?" Sara said, thrilled, and yet very confused as to why he was calling.

"I'm okay," he replied casually.

"So, Grissom, what's the real reason that you're calling me?" Sara said, wondering what the catch to this phone call was. In all the years that she had known him, he had never called once.

"What ever are you talking about, Miss Sidle?" he asked in an almost flirtatious tone.

"Well, Grissom, you've never called me before so I'm just wondering what the catch is this time," said Sara.

"Who said there's any catch to me calling you?"

"What do you want," Sara said, getting right down to business.

"Fine, I'll tell you," Grissom said, defeated.

"I knew I was right," Sara said, laughing.

"I want you to come to Vegas," he said straight out.

"What…what did you say?" Sara asked, her heart pounding harder at what she thought he had just said.

"I said I want you to come to Vegas," he repeated to her.

"Wait, why do you want me to come there?" she asked, not really clear of what exactly he wanted from her.

"Well," he began, "Yesterday, one of my new CSIs got shot on the job."

"You mean Holly Gribbs" Sara asked, remembering her name come up in yesterday's message.

"Yeah, and they don't think she's going to make it."

Oh, that's terrible."

"I was told I needed someone outside of the lab to investigate the CSI that was supposed to be with her."

"And who was that?" Sara asked, wanting to know what he wanted her to do.

"Warrick Brown," he replied predicting what she was going to say next.

"Oh, your favorite CSI?" Sara replied.

"I knew you were about to say that," Grissom mumbled.

"Why are you asking me?"

"I'm asking you because I trust you," Grissom replied. Sara felt her heart skip a beat. He actually trusted her. "Sara? What do you think; will you come?"

"I don't know Grissom," Sara said cautiously. "I'd have to talk to my supervisor."

"I could do that for you," Grissom offered.

"You really want me to come, don't you?" Sara said to him, pleasantly surprised.

"Yes," he said sheepishly, making Sara blush.

"I really don't know, Grissom," Sara said taking the thought of moving to Las Vegas into full consideration.

"Please."

Sara sighed. "I'll come and investigate Warrick for you, but I'm not sure if I'm going to stay."

"That's all I needed to hear," Grissom said, obviously satisfied that he had convinced her to come.

"I didn't say I was going to stay!"

"I know what you said, Sara. Goodbye," Grissom said, hanging up.

"Bye," Sara said. She sighed. What had she gotten herself into?

The next day, Sara was already driving down to a crime scene in Las Vegas that Grissom had told her to come to when she arrived. She looked out of her car window, taking in all of the sights of the city. I can only imagine what this place is going to be like at night, she thought as she drove along. The city didn't seem like a place she'd ever consider living; she preferred San Francisco much more. However, she decided that she would at least give the city a chance.

Sara parked her car near the crime scene and stood among the crowd of people, watching as three dummies were being tossed off of the hotel's roof. The crowd cheered as all of the dummies began to hit the ground one by one.

"Yes, yes," Gil Grissom said, as the crowd continued to cheer. "Norman pushed; Norman jumped; Norman fell," he said, taking pictures off all three dummies.

"Wouldn't you if you were married to Mrs. Roper?" Sara said, smiling at Grissom, whose back was still turned to her.

"I don't even have to turn around. Sara Sidle." He smiled at her as he turned around to see her staring right at him from inside of the tape.

"It's me," she said, giving him her famous gapped-tooth grin. "Still tossing simulation dummies? There are other ways to tell, you know?"

"How? Computer simulation? No thank you. I'm a scientist; I like to see it. Newton dropped the apple; I drop dummies," he replied.

"You're old school."

"Exactly, and this guy was pushed."

"How's the girl?" Sara asked after a moment of awkward silence.

"She's still in surgery. She's not doing very well."

"That's too bad…" Sara whispered.

"God, Sara, I have so many unanswered 'whys'," he said to her.

"There's only one 'why' that matters now; why did Warrick Brown leave that scene?"

"Sara?" Grissom asked quietly. Holly Gribbs' killer had just been arrested, and no one else saw the point of sticking around anymore. It was just the two of them now.

"Hmm…" Sara said, obviously in a daze. Grissom put his hand on the small of her back, causing her to flinch.

"Come on, let's take a walk," he said, guiding her down the path. Although she was reluctant about taking a walk, she followed him.

"Where are we going?" she asked him after walking for a while.

"You'll see," he replied, grinning at her. Sara hoped that he didn't notice that her face was turning red.

"Please, just tell me," she argued with him.

"No, Sara. Have some patience, will you? It's a surprise."

"But I don't like surprises," she pouted. Grissom sighed in frustration, causing Sara to laugh. "Okay, okay, I'll stop bothering you, Griss."

"Too late for that," he said, "We're already here." Sara looked around. She laughed at where Grissom had taken her.

"A park," she said quietly, her smile growing by the second.

"Bring back any memories?" Grissom said, recalling the time that they had met.

"Just a few," Sara replied, still smiling at him as she remembered the long hours they had spent together after they had met at the seminar. "I know you didn't just bring me here for laughs, so just cut to the chase."

"Why do you think everything I do for you has to involve me asking a favor," he asked her innocently.

"Because I know you better than you think I do." Grissom's smile vanished instantly and he froze up. Sara burst out laughing. "Hey, that's not that bad of a thing, Griss. Okay, now tell me what you want."

"I want you to stay in Vegas," he said, shocking Sara.

"Why are you so persistent? There are lots of other CSIs out there. Why are you so set on me staying here? I like it is San Francisco."

"Sara," Grissom said, moving her face so that she could look him straight in the eyes. She shuttered when he touched her cheek, and she hoped that he didn't notice. "I trust you with the job. I know that you're brilliant and reliable, and I need another hard worker in the lab. We're the number two lab in the country, and so we need someone like you to work here. Please stay."

How could she argue with that?

"Promise me that I won't regret staying here if I do decide to stay," Sara said.

"I swear to you that you'll never regret it."

"Then I'll stay."