Author's note: Thank you for the reviews! I am so sorry for not updating soon. You see, we had an awesome stargazing last February 11-12, and then with all the assignments, (yeah, they're THAT many...) I didn't have time to post this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI

The truth about the locket

Panting softly, Prince Gil opened the door to the cabin. He smiled. He and Sara had such good memories there. He closed the door quietly, as if he was afraid that he might wake someone up in the cabin. His decision to go to the cabin was one of the few good decisions he made. The cabin made him calmer than before. The cabin made him feel happy, at least for a little bit. He then proceeded down the hall, intending to go to the library when the sound of a knock was heard.

Prince Gil quickly went to the door, opening it to reveal Dorothy.

"Dorothy! What are you doing here?" he said, opening the door further to let Dorothy in.

"I relied on my gut instinct which told me to follow you." She said, panting slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"I went here trying to calm myself. This place always relaxes me."

Dorothy nodded. "I see. But don't you go to your special place whenever you're stressed out? If I remember correctly, you go to your special place when you're stressed out. You go here when you're tired and you want to relax. And, it's very obvious that the reason why you want to relax is because you're not tired but rather stressed out."

Prince Gil smiled sadly. "What if I was tired and stressed out at the same?"

"Then I don't envy you."

Prince Gil motioned for Dorothy to come inside the cabin, and when she did so, he quickly closed the door.

"So...now, please tell me the reason why you're really here." Dorothy said, heading down the kitchen.

"I don't know," he hesitated for a moment and then continued, "Well, not really...I do know why, but I can't decide if I came here to maybe relax, or to think of Sara."

She shrugged and turned to look at Prince Gil with a sad look in her eyes. "I think you came here for both the reasons."

"What?" asked Prince Gil.

"Honestly, I think that the reason why you came here is because you want to think of Sara, because thinking about her relaxes you."

Prince Gil just nodded. He felt exhausted. He didn't want to think anymore. He just wanted all of this to be a dream. He wanted to wake up from this sad nightmare.

"I'll be in the library...just please do me a favour. Don't disturb me. That's an order."

Dorothy was shocked. 'Prince Gil never ordered us. He always just politely tells us to do something.' Thought Dorothy.

"…An order?" Dorothy asked just to make sure.

He nodded, and Dorothy could see how exhausted he was.

She eventually nodded, "Alright. I won't disturb you. Go ahead…consider me gone."

She then turned and left the room, and finally, Prince Gil was left in silence.

He turned and silently went to the library. Maybe if he was lucky, he would get some sleep. He would let the guards take care of the matter.

He opened the door and slowly went inside, his heart hammering in nervousness for some unknown reason. It was as if he would learn about something important…Something that would help him.

Grissom shook his head. No. Stop thinking about this Gil. You should relax. Not worry over something irrational. Over something unreasonable. You know what? You should lie down.

He lay on the floor for some unknown reason. He then stood up and got one of the picture albums on his bookshelf. He lay down on the floor again, and he started flicking the pages until he got to his favourite picture. The picture of Isabelle on his horse, smiling at something he said.

Something gold caught his eye. It was a necklace worn by Isabelle in that picture.

Grissom frowned. The locket seemed familiar. Didn't I see that before? Where exactly have I seen that exact locket?

Grissom racked his head for answers but sadly, none came. He then turned to the next page, and saw a picture of himself with Isabelle.

Again, he saw the same locket.

Suddenly, he remembered where had seen the locket. He realized that the locket was the exact same locket that Sara wore.

Prince Gil gasped. Could it be that Sara is Isabelle? Or did she just steal that locket? Sara couldn't be Isabelle…maybe she saw Isabelle when she died, and she stole the locket. But Sara isn't like that. Sara isn't the type to get what is not hers. But…how could she have gotten the locket? She couldn't be Isabelle…She couldn't be.

But deep down, Prince Gil knew that Sara was Isabelle. Finally he had enough proof to prove it.

A.N: Again, I'm so sorry for posting this late. What do you think? =)