Italics are Sara's thoughts. This is my first so it might be a bit weird!
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Walking down, and muttering under her breath, Sara Sidle stomped into the lab, similarly to a two year old in a tantrum, and slowed when she got to the locker room. Not acknowledging anyone who passed. She was two hours late to be exact, her day off had not quite become official yet.
Sara sighed, just when she was finally finding 'a diversion' as Grissom put it. Sara was in a BAD mood.
She heard a familiar ring tone and answered the stupid thing.
"Sidle"
"Can you meet us at a penthouse, possible homicide?"
Grissom gave her the address, Sara thought about it.
"Sure"
"Bye"
"Bye"
She moaned as soon as they hung up. Great, just great
Sara got into her Tahoe and made her way towards the crime scene.
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Sara arrived at the penthouse a half hour later. Police everywhere, she parked and headed over, where she saw Nick, Warrick and Grissom.
She showed the officers her badge and went over to them.
Nick noticed someone walk passed "Hi Sara"
"Hey Nick" she smiled.
Grissom looked up, "You're two and a half hours late Sara!" Grissom said in his 'calm' voice.
"Well it took me all that time to get over here. On my day off, I was up in a vineyard. Remember you told me to find a diversion" Sara shot back, already annoyed.
"Well your working solo" Grissom returned back to his work, leaving Sara standing there.
She walked passed Nick again and stopped. He looked up.
"Solo, great" She scowled and walked off.
"So Sara gets to work solo, on her day off?" Nick moaned at Warrick.
He didn't bother replying, and concentrated on a shoe print and some weird liquid.