DISCLAIMER : I don't own CSI nor it's characters. Everything belongs to the brains behind this wonderful show. Props go out to them. :D

AUTHOR'S NOTE : Set Post-Butterflied. Still unsure as to how this story is going to unfold and I like it that way. I could surprise the readers and myself. :D

The title may also change.

CHAPTER I

Grissom's words followed Vincent Lurie away from the interrogation room. Yes, he had loved Debbie with his whole heart. He had given her all of him and what did she do? She left him and took everything away, leaving him with absolutely nothing. He knew that if she had just stayed with him, she would have had everything. But now, he couldn't show her anymore.

Lurie followed his attorney, Adam Matthews, through the corridors of the Police Department. He had been lucky to get such a good lawyer. Hell, he was extremely lucky to get a 'Get out of Jail' card. He had simply lost his temper ... love could make a man do that, right? He was stricken by shock and guilt after what he'd done to Debbie. It didn't matter that he'd killed Michael. That bastard stole Debbie from him and he was glad he had taken him out.

Adam was talking to him and he felt guilty that he wasn't listening. He turned to the younger man, trying to digest what he was saying when something caught his eye.

"It couldn't be!" His brain registered the expression. Debbie was dead. Why is she here? Questions ran through his brain as he saw Debbie emerge from another hallway and walk slowly towards the exit doors. His heart leapt at the sight of her.

Yes, it was Debbie, although she looked a bit different. She wore her hair different today. Her clothes weren't the usual shape-hugging type that drove him wild with desire. Yes, his Debbie-infested mind rejoiced at the sight of her.

"Debbie?" Lurie murmured. The name sounded more like a question of disbelief.

"No, Vincent." Adam interrupted into his thoughts. "Debbie is dead. You killed her remember?" he said, the latter was spoken in a hushed voice.

"No, she's right there," Lurie said pointing to the Debbie's walking form.

"That," Adam said, his voice contained caution, "is not Debbie. She is Sara Sidle of the Crime Lab."

"Sara?" Lurie looked at him, confusion filled his yes. "Not Debbie? She looks just like Debbie. How could anyone look so much like Debbie?"

"Lurie, I suggest you stop this line of thinking immediately. You have received the greatest luck of walking away from two murder charges, getting all riled about this girl, and a CSI for that matter, is just suicide."

He knew that Adam was right, but he couldn't just let it go. Not when he had another chance of showing Debbie, or Sara as she is known, that he truly loved her.

He turned to look at Sara again but found her nowhere in sight. He felt an ache deep in his heart. He needed to see Debbie Sara again. He simply couldn't live without her now.

He was about to go and look for he when he saw Grissom walk in from the direction of their earlier meeting. He saw the look the other man gave him. Despite almost losing his freedom through this man, he couldn't help but pity him. He pitied him for not taking the chance to allow himself to be loved by whoever Grissom was talking about.

Vincent Lurie was glad he wasn't afraid of love and he was going to show Sara just how much love he had for her.