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It was dark. Sara and Grissom were on their way home. Her car was at the shop so he gave her a ride home.
"Well… ", Sara said. "I didn't expect the murderer to be a 3 year-old".
"I stopped thinking how and why a long time ago. It was an accident".
Sara looked at her boss; he just stared at the car in front of him in the dark. What was up with him? "What happened earlier today?"
"When?"
"I've never seen you like this. A few weeks ago you told me not to let the cases affect me personal, and now you're doing the opposite".
Grissom sighed and continued to stare out on the road without looking at Sara.
"There is a reason, Sara".
"Oh?"
"You're right. Usually I don't let the cases affect me personal. As a CSI you have got to learn how to forget and move on".
"Yeah, but that's easier said than done".
"I know", Grissom said as he finally took his eyes off the road for a couple of seconds and turned to Sara. "There are a lot of things that you and the rest don't know about me".
"Like….?"
"The reason why I became a CSI".
"The excitement?"
Grissom smiled a little. "Actually no. The reason is a lot more serious than just the excitement".
"So why did you become a CSI?"
"Because of the murder of my daughter".
I know it was a little short part. Should I continue?
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