There is a world between those that live perfect happy lives and those who live the horrors read in textbooks. I have often wondered why these things happen to such good people, the purest of them. And to this day, I have yet to find the answer.

It is fate or otherwise known as cruel luck, when a person experiences such a cruel grief that they no longer know how to live. And therefore do not. They close themselves in and lock out the world with a key that they swallow and will only be removed at death during their autopsy. While some swallow it into their hearts and therefore are not lost forever.

Two examples of these people are that of one Gil Grissom and one Sara Sidle.

Gil Grissom was struck by cruel luck once in his life and therefore shriveled into the man, or lack thereof, that he is today. That of a man he has no problem being, except for the constant nagging in the back of his mind to be otherwise. Sara Sidle on the other hand has and will always have her right to blocking others out and not living a full life. This she did not want.

Sara Sidle always dreamed of the perfect life that lived within her story books and in her imagination. She always dreamed of never waking up and living in a fantasy all her own. Her real life however was that of sadness and despair. A life no one ever could desire, even now.

Ever day of your life, at least one person influences you. They change the way you live in the minutest way. But even so you are different. A changed person. And only for this fact and a person that pushed hard to grasp her key from within her heart, did she open up to the world and show how beautiful she really was. How brightly she could really shine. How much she had to offer the world.

Hidden within the shadows Gil Grissom watched her transformation, just as closely as he watched the transformation of a butterfly. And that is what he called her, his butterfly. He could never have her, truly, but he could watch from a distance forever.

She noticed of course, the hawk like eyes always upon her back, yet when she turned to face the man the eyes belonged to, they would quickly advert themselves to anything else besides her form. She didn't mind, because the only eyes that laid themselves upon her that mattered were those of the man she loved. And in returned loved her.

They spent many nights during their friendship, sleeping together to fend off each others nightmares. And to console each other from the darkness. They simply existed together, thriving off each other. And in the end he showed her what love could feel like, and in the end she let him.

Nick Stokes was barely holding on by a thread when Sara Sidle showed up at his door, late that night. She was there standing in the rain knowing that he needed her, or anyone for that matter. She had had that feeling she would get when something was wrong and there she was at his door. Not caring if he turned her away, that which he did not do.

Not only did the hidden notice her metamorphosis but everyone around her did. They also noticed the unusual closeness between Nick and her. It was beyond their usual banter they seemed to have from the second they meet; it was love between two people.

There is a world between those that live perfect happy lives and those who live the horrors read in textbooks. And this is a story of two lives combined to make a perfect and happy one.

Together they made perfect.