Hi everyone. Yes, I know that I have another story I have some stories I have to work on, but this is a story I need to do. You see, a family member of mine has been diagnosed with cancer and it's untreatable. So this is a story to help me cope. It will have a few chapters in it, so bear with me. I will update the other stories by this weekend. SD- CSI does not belong to me

My mother called me today. I hadn't heard from her in month, so the call alone was astonishing. I heard the news and I was shocked. It felt like someone had just slapped me across the face.

"Sara, honey, this is your mother,"


"I need to tell you something about your father,"


"He's dead."


"He had cancer. It went unnoticed until recently. He died last night."


"The funeral's in three days. On Tuesday."

"I'll be there."

I don't know how I managed to keep my voice calm. Maybe it was all the year's I've worked with dead bodies.

'He's dead.'

My mother's voice echoed in my mind as I stood there, clutching the phone in my hand, shocked. My eggs were burning, but I didn't care. Finally, almost unconsciously, I turned the stove off. I somehow finished getting ready, but I completely skipped my breakfast. I took no notice of the time; I didn't care what time it was. I put on my gun and my badge, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door.

'He's dead.'

I didn't shed a tear. Not one. I was unfeeling. A zombie with a beating heart. I felt ice cold and separated from the entire world. Numb. I climbed into my car and drove off; to work, my only haven, my only protection from the outside world.

I drove into the parking lot, turned off the engine, and got out of the car. I closed and locked the door, slipping the keys into my back pocket. I pushed open the door to my building and into the locker room. The room was empty so I silently, and gently placed my things into my assigned locker. That was odd, I usually threw them in to get to the lab as quickly as I could. I didn't care. I carefully shut the door to my locker so that it wouldn't make a lot of noise. I headed to the brake room for an assignment. I entered the brake room silently because Grissom was in the middle of talking to us and slipped off to an empty space by Catherine. The room fell silent and I could see the others' shocked faces. Nick was the first to speak up.

"Whoa! Sara Sidle, late to work. Is this a first?"

Instead of a sarcastic comment or evil look I would have normally given him, I looked at him calmly and sat down. I think that that action freaked them out some. Grissom gave me a raised eyebrow. Warrick looked shocked. Nick looked frightened. And Catherine just looked concerned. I motioned for Grissom to continue.

"All of you know your assignments. Sara, come with Catherine and me," he said.

Everyone stood up and I did too. As I started to walk out of the room, Catherine grabbed my arm.

"Are you ok, Sara?" she asked me.

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I asked her in a flat voice.

"You seem a bit, off," she said.

'Of course I'm a bit off!' I wanted to scream at her. 'My dad's dead!' But I didn't, I calmly smiled at her and reassured her with an "I'm fine" and headed out the door to find Grissom.

I found that man halfway down the hallway and I had to jog to catch up with him.

"Grissom!" I said, to get his attention.

He turned around to look at me, a question clearly in his eyes. "Yes, Sara?"

"I have to take a week off, starting now. Family emergency," I said to end the conversation.

Before he could say anything, Catherine caught up to us. I turned on my heels and walked away. No words. No explanation. No anything. Nothing. That's how I wanted it to be. I didn't care what rumors were spread. As I walked, I could feel Grissom's and Catherine's eyes boring into the back of my head, and the one question they wanted to ask, 'why?'.