First off, I'd like to specially thank: rsx702o9, VegaDreamer, CSIrockz and grissomlove. Thanks for sticking with this and reviewing. It meant a lot.

I'm suprised I'm actually getting a chapter in this week. Finals at school all week, it's sucking the life out of me and it's only the second day.

Anywho. This chapter is just getting to the point of what the story will be baised on. I don't like it. I don't expect anyone to be happy about it either. But like CSIrockz said: It's hard to find a sad story that doesn't end in "Happily ever after."

As of now, I have no idea if this will have a happy ending. But who knows, if not, some cute scenes will definetly be in it.

"Well she wants to live her life
Then she thinks about her life
Pulls her hair back, as she screams
"I don't really wanna live this life"

She only drinks coffee at midnight
When the moment is not right
Her timing is quite, unusual
You see her confidence is tragic, but her
Intuition magic And the shape of her body?
Unusual"
- Meet Virginia - Train

I don't believe in beta, for I believe my mistakes are my battlefield scars.

Chapter 2

Sara didn't want to think of it as a date. Not yet anyway. Gil Grissom was an unpredictable man, and she didn't want to get her hopes up. Who knew, maybe it was for a promotion, or perhaps a private co-worker to co-worker meeting.
'Get real, Sidle. You know that would never happen. How many times has he threw the line in for you only to drop you back in the water? Like you said, he's heartless.'

"I didn't say that." Sara snapped. How silly of her to be listening to the voice inside her head. 'Same thing.' "Shut up!"

Racing to the end of the room, she quickly switched on the radio in high hopes the voices inside her head would sooner fade than later.

Thinking about what she should wear would make the voices disappear for sure; and she would need to find something special. Something only he could see her in, something he would drool over, something…. "Forget the drool part. Something casual." And so began the hunt for a casual, non-drooling, comfortable outfit for a not-quite-date-yet outfit.

First she pulled out a cream colored suit combined with a darker brown undershirt. Her most comfortable suit, but certainly not the most casual outfit. "Next."

Sara pulled out a light brown skirt that flowed down to her knees, along with a sea green spaghetti strapped top. Cute. "Too dressy. And what's with all the damn brown?"

Endless amounts of clothing products were skewed all around her bedroom, and Sara didn't notice it one bit. She was on a time crunch, and as of now she had, "One hour, three minutes and twenty eight seconds" before she would have to venture out to her not-quite- well, you get it.

"Twenty seven."

At last she came upon the ideal attire for this 'meeting', 'promotion', or whatever it was. Eager to get the rest of her business done, she scurried to the bathroom to continue her routine.

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When Sara exited the bathroom, a sense of loneliness rippled through her body. Never in her life had she experienced someone telling her how beautiful she was, how wonderful she looked, and she feared no one ever would.

Shaking the ghastly thought from her mind, Sara looked at her appearance in the mirror silently rating herself a six out of a ten scale. She had chosen flared denim jeans and a deep, flowing, red blouse that made her profound eyes stand out more than ever before. Anyone who was anyone would have thought she was the most beautiful creature alive.

Refusing to wallow in self-pity any longer, Sara went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. One sugar, one teaspoon of instant coffee and a load of creamer. It would either put the edge on or take it off. She prayed for the latter.

Sara had wasted just enough time drinking her coffee, that when she was done, it was time for her to head out. "Here goes nothing." She sighed, heading towards her keys.

She grabbed her keys from the counter, hopped into her vehicle, not knowing what to feel at this point, and headed towards Sahara Avenue.

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"Oh Jesus God." Grissom muttered to himself when he saw the beauty standing before him.

"Excuse me?" Sara asked, slightly blushing.

Shaking his head from the dirty thoughts that were seeping through his brain, he motioned for her to take a seat across from him. "How are you?"

Sara pondered on what to say. 'Geez, it's not like your on Million Dollar Password. Say something already!' "Better now that I'm out of that small cooped up apartment."

Sure she wasn't on Million Dollar Password, but that reply gave her a million dollar smile. 'Eh, I give that a half million, no make that a quarter million. That smile was cheep shit, Sidle, and you know it. He's given you better on-' Sara let out a slight growl.

"You alright?" Grissom asked.

"Yeah, fine." She answered swiftly, craving a new conversation. "So um.. Why are we here?"

Sara was slightly confused when she saw another plate at the table seated beside Grissom, but she put it in the back of her mind. 'It's nothing,' she thought, 'The waitress must have gotten the place setting wron..'

"Well…." Grissom started, but before he could finish, a long haired brunette approached the table, and bent down to kiss him. Sara panicked.

"Sara, there's someone I would like you to meet." Grissom wasn't smiling per se, it was more of a nervous grin, and that made something settle uneasily in Sara's stomach. "This is Deborah, my fiancé."

A/N: Holy crap. Did I just say he had a fiance? Oh dear God what have I done? Dimé. Tell me. I'd love some reviews but it's alright if y'all don't want to. I can give you a hint about the future chapters if you review. And if you ask in the review. :) Toodles.