(no subject)

Another evening, another case that will be put on the board with the others that have not been solved. I understand Grissom's position to a point: it is true that I haven't found pertinent evidence in almost two weeks, and it is also true that my only suspect has been ruled out as a viable candidate.

I do have to wonder why he feels the need to personally close my cases, yet leave the others alone. How long will I be punished for that . . . lapse in control?

Well, there is nothing more I can do. I should probably restock my field kit since it is near the end of shift, and I don't want to be caught unprepared. I walk into the supply closet.

Well....

After a very strange experience at that bar at the end of the universe, Sara finds herself back in the supply closet in the lab. A quick glance at her watch confirmed what Cole told her about the various fluctuations in time--she's only been gone thirty seconds. After grabbing her necessary supplies, she walks out of the closet.

"Sara!" Her supervisor, Grissom, sounds surprised to see her. "I thought you were off."

Sara sighs. "I was. Still am, for that matter. I was restocking my kit. I'm going home now."

Walking away, she strode out into the hot sunshine.

Already, I want to go back. Back there. Things weren't so confusing there.