Sara
Sidle CSI Level : III
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 107 lbs
Place of Birth: Tamales Bay, California
Date of Birth: 9/16/71
Education: B.S. in Physics, Harvard
Special Skills: Materials and element analysis
Marital Status: Single
Background:
Attended graduate school in theoretical physics. Worked in
the San Francisco coroner’s office for five years, then
transferred to the San Francisco crime lab before being
contracted by Gil Grissom to come to Las Vegas.
Bio:
Sara was born and raised an hour and a half outside of San
Francisco on Tamales Bay. An only child of ex-hippies running a
B and B, Sara always needed a bigger stage. Everything about her
as a child was outsized. Her intelligence, her energy, her
curiosity. And unlike her parents, Sara always maintained
perfect self-discipline. Growing up, the roles were reversed for
Sara and her parents. They kept telling her to take it easy, and
she kept coming up with business models for how they could take
their B and B public and then franchise the brand. Sara was
pretty much all or nothing in high school, and as talented as
she was, grace didn’t come with the package. The other kids
resented her, and she did nothing to ease the resentment. Sara
was a perfect example of why great athletes make rotten coaches.
Things come so easy to them, they can’t understand why everyone
else doesn’t perform to their level. At eighteen, Sara found a
place where she could be at home. She went to Harvard and
enjoyed four of the best years of her life. She took as many
classes as she could. She went to as many parties as she could.
And she finally dated. Not well, but at least she tried. Like
any tragic figure worth their salt, Sara has a single flaw:
people. She can solve any problem except for the problem of
other people and how she’s supposed to relate to them. So she
hides in the job. She pursues her career rigorously, perhaps
more so than any of the other CSIs. Partly because she’s still
rebelling against her parents’ “lax” approach to social
obligations, and partly because she’s afraid of what she’d find
out about herself if she ever slowed down.
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