Sara was processing the scene; she was so peeved at Grissom. She loved to work solo, meant no talking. Although in this case it didn't help, she was called unexpectedly, asked if she could come in, it was more of a demand. Pff I was on a lovely vineyard enjoying the lovely scene amongst all the lovely... wine trees!

(Lol)

Sara didn't like to ask for help and frankly she didn't need it, it would help if there was another person on the case with her, because then hopefully she would process faster, because she would be doing half the work... hopefully.

Oh well no point moaning now, no one here to moan at

Sara got out bright green finger print dust, hmm never used this colour before! She had found out so far that a teenage girl had supposedly had an overdose of something, drugs, alcohol, something. Then passed out, vomited then choked on it. Lovely thought that!

She already felt sick; in fact she was feeling terrible.

She started searching for fingerprints... All smudges great.

Sara decided to return to the lab and check on the Vic find out what actually happened.

She was standing in front of Courtney O'Brian, blonde blue eyes, pretty, anyone could hate her.

"So, was it an overdose?" Sara asked.

"Actually, no she didn't take any drugs, although we found a lot of alcohol in her system. Enough for her to become unconscious"

"What was the cause of death?"

"The heart stopped beating; air became trapped in the heart somehow"

"What? Are you saying someone, got a needle and pumped air into her blood!"

"Well it's easy enough, if you put the syringe in the right place."

Hang on, it's a school, someone should have seen something.

"Anyway, I found some type of adhesive around her arms and legs"

She was bound?

"That wasn't what we found at the scene" Sara sighed, this wasn't going to be easy.

"So definitely a homicide"

"Am I really expected to answer that?"

Sara glared at him; he looked back down at the body and carried on.

"I found some scratches on the inside of her arms, maybe possible suicide attempts"

"Or an accident" Sara finished.

"Its possible but unlikely, with the amount of scarring, with different objects"

Sara took a deep sigh and looked at the body no one deserved to die like that.

"Ok thanks" She walked out and took off her gloves and apron. (Whatever you call it!)

Sara headed towards the breakroom; she would've asked suspects at the scene, but a whole highschool! She needed someone.

Wait! Did I just think that!

She opened to door and headed straight for the coffee. Nick was asleep on the couch, snoring slightly.

Awww!

She poured herself a big cup and sat down on one of the armchairs. Taking a sip of well, what you could call coffee... barely.

Nick woke up, but didn't open his eyes, when he sensed someone else in the room; his eyes shot open, to see Sara with a cup of coffee, flicking through a magazine. She put it back on the table and noticed Nick looking at her, she smiled at him... he yawned and shut his eyes.

She should be the one asleep, yes she was still in a bad mood. It was so unfair.

She had to admit though he was cute...asleep.

She sighed and washed her coffee cup. There was no point going to the vineyard again until the case was solved, maybe.

I guess I'll just go when the weather's a bit nicer.

Sara wasn't sure, she nothing else to do except work, on her day off.

She left the breakroom and went to Greg to see if he had processed the evidence she had found yet.

Sara heard rock music, and rolled her eyes. She stomped in and pressed 'pause', folding her arms she waited for an explanation.

"Oh hi Sara, nice to see you" Greg smiled.

I guess I won't get one then Typical Greg.

"What did you get?"

"Well um, actually Grissom..." Sara suddenly interrupted and lost it.

"Grissom put his evidence in front of mine!" She nearly screamed.

"Well I only realized when I found his and saw you before him. I tried to call you, but the line was busy" Greg explained calmly.

Grissom walked in "What's going on?"

"You know what! You handle my case; I'm taking a big break!" Sara shouted at him.

She stomped off, and over to the lockers. She took most of her stuff, and ran t6o her car.

Luckily, no one had come after her. As soon as she sat down, she cried, it had nothing to do with the fact that Grissom had put his evidence before hers.

She was just tired of being taken for granted.

Once she was at her apartment, she packed a few things, and took her car, back to that vineyard for a few weeks; for all that overtime she deserved it!

Sara wasn't resigning, just taking a few days off. She didn't know how she'd cope.