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Sophia's words resounded in Sara's mind as she finished up her shift, pulling her duffel bag out of her locker before slamming the door shut. She knew the blond CSI was right, but for whatever reason, she felt she had to place the blame on herself for why Gil Grissom wasn't interested in her.

She let out a frustrated sigh as she walked out of the building to the parking lot. She'd worked for the Las Vegas Crime Lab for four and a half years and she had jumped at the chance to work with Grissom. They had connected at a continuing education seminar that he had taught up in San Francisco and she had to admit, there had been sparks. She had reasoned that when she was invited to come to Vegas to work with him that somehow she expected that those sparks would eventually ignite into a slow burning fire. How wrong she was. He had made it pretty clear when she overheard him interrogating Dr. Lurie several months back that whatever feelings he might have for her, she just wasn't worth the risk.