Here is a bit more. Sorry; working a lot and late shifts so my writing time is spent sleeping 
The mother went to prison, which seemed to be too lenient a sentence in Sara?s opinion. She should have been locked up in an asylum herself, force fed medication that caused double vision and left in a tiny room with no windows
At least in Sara?s world, that is where she would have gone
She opened up the tiny bottle, shaking out one of the last little pills it contained. She wondered if she were addicted to them, just as she reminded herself to get a refill
She made her way to the refrigerator, downing the sleeping pill with a swallow of milk
?Well, now at least my stomach?s not empty? She thought, noting the warning on the bottle calling for food with the medication. She briefly thought about pizza, she did have some left from when Nick was over. She stood and stared with the refrigerator door open, finally reaching in to grab a slice coated with cheese and grease.
Migrating to the living room, she bit off a piece of cold pizza while switching on the TV. Not too much to fall asleep to on an early Friday morning. Court TV, crime dramas, COPS. She frowned; she got enough of that at work. She finally settled on some show with the stars trying to recreate myths and sat the remote down before lying across the couch.
Her eyes began to grow heavy as the images on the screen split in two; the pills were working. Try as she might, the image of Grissom staring at her through the door and the way she shoved him aside to run away filled her mind. The last thing she thought of before not thinking of anything at all was how much she would have liked to have him hold her and wondering if he would have, even if she?d asked
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?Man I really need to get laid?
His head popped up, eyebrows raised as he glanced at her. She looked over at him and laughed ?And you don?t?? She said
His mouth opened and he closed it, preferring not to get into this conversation, again, with Catherine
?You?re in Vegas? Came Warrick?s voice from the opposite side of the locker room ?Can?t be that hard?
Catherine looked at him ?Oh, really? Must be pretty easy for you then??
He threw his jacket over his shoulder, closing his locker as he looked at her. ?Like takin? candy from babes? He winked. ?Come on, I?ll take you to breakfast since my date stood me up?
Catherine combed her long blond hair before closing her own locker ?I thought Sara was going to breakfast with you??
?Exactly? Warrick replied ?Hence being stood up. So that means I get the pleasure of dining with the other beautiful CSI?
Catherine laughed ?Are you flirting??
Returning her laugh, he winked at Grissom ?Always?
Before heading out the door, Warrick turned to him ?Gris, you want breakfast??
He shook his head with a smile ?And ruin this perfect date? No?thank you?
They left and he sighed heavily, his exhaustion falling over him. He?d worked a double and then some, finally conceding to head home when Ecklie complained that he couldn?t afford a workman?s comp claim if Grissom did something stupid when he was half asleep.
?Hey? He looked up to see Sofia leaning in the door with Greg in tow ?We?re going to head down to the Pitt and have some breakfast. You in??
?I am not? He replied, wiping his eyes
?Well you have to eat? She said, her sultry accent playing through a small smile ?You cannot work so many hours without fuel?
?Thank you, Sofia, but I would rather just have something at home and go to sleep?
Greg looked around the small room ?You seen Sara around??
He shook his head as he stood ?She went home hours ago, as soon as she and Nick turned in their evidence?
?I think she?s still pretty freaked out over that wackjob incident? He said ?I mean, can you imagine near death in a looney bin??
?And do you think it would make Sara feel any better to hear you speak that way about it?? He suddenly snapped ?Do me a favor and never mention it again?
Greg was silent a moment. ?Oh?? He said, ?I guess you?re right. Sometimes my mouth just moves before my brain.? Then, perking back up ?No problemo, Grissom. Sorry?didn?t realize??
?Go to breakfast? Grissom replied ?But get a lot of sleep; it could be a long weekend?
Once they were gone, he looked again at the picture he held in his hands. It was silly, he supposed, being an adult male, an older adult male, clinging to a picture of memories.
Of a memory; a moment of time. A moment that to him changed his life, a moment that went too fast, far too fast.
He walked to his locker, opening the door and then sighed down at the portrait he held in his hands. Glancing around, he insured that there was no one present before taking the photo to attach it softly to the back of the door. Everyone told him that you put pictures of the most important things on the door of your locker and so, there on the top of his door within eyesight of anyone who opened it was the face of Sara Sidle, bright eyed, smiling happily with his arms wrapped about her shoulders from behind, his face pressed against hers and the happy smile matching the way he had felt at that time. That one time.
They were in San Francisco, getting ready to head to the Bed and Breakfast her parents had once owned. Gil Grissom felt quite like a fish out of water here in this beautiful city with the even more beautiful student, ready to ride with him for fifty miles to the coast. He wondered if this constituted as his being an old man predator, pedophile hunting on young, gorgeous college girls.
Well, he?d told himself, she isn?t that young and 15 years really isn?t a big difference?
?Convertible!? She smiled at him, her sunglasses hiding her eyes
?Yeah,? He said almost apologetically ?It?s all they had, unless you?d rather a mini-van?
Her smile grew brighter. God she had a beautiful smile. ?No, no?? She laughed as she put her bags in the back ?this thing is perfect!?
She came around to his side of the car; perfectly care free and unaware of what she was doing to his inner and outer turmoil. She took his hands in hers and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, sending chills down his spin. ?You are awesome?
He looked away, trying to find anything to concentrate on to keep his own happiness from becoming embarrassingly obvious. He went around and opened her door and she again stopped to kiss him, this time dangerously close to his mouth as her lips barely brushed the edge of his, before sitting in the passenger seat. He closed the door and made his way to the other side, looking over at her nervously as he buckled his seat belt.
Before he knew it, she had put the top down, grinning over at him. ?I always wanted one of these? She was telling him ?My mom used to have one of those Volkswagen bug convertibles. It was a lot of fun until she sold it?
Sara was 25, he 40. She was an eager student, working full time as a level 1 CSI in San Francisco and taking a few elective courses after finishing up her Master?s Degree. She was, in his opinion, one of the most intelligent and driven people he had ever known. And vibrant. The Sara Sidle he had met in San Francisco had energy and spontaneity and she had the power to make him spontaneous, too.
They began down the road, the wind in their hair as Sara leaned closer to him, running her fingers through his curls. He began relaxing; it seemed natural, far too natural. But he wasn?t in Vegas, right? He could pretend, just for now, that he was a normal guy on a date with his normal girl and let it see where it went
After all What happens in San Fran stays in San Fran, right?Sighing in the locker room, he took the picture off the door. He wasn?t in San Francisco now and Sara wasn?t his lover. Looking down at the photo one more time, he put it back into his pocket and walked out of the room, turning off the light to the room and the memories of what was and what never would be
