Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters. I just own my original ones.

Author's note: This is a sequel to Father's Day. Stolen Hearts and Death and New Life have not happened. This story picks up where Father's Day left off.

Chapter 1

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to figure out how she wanted to do her hair. She pulled it back, put it in a partial ponytail, and finally decided on a loose bun. She was nervous about meeting him, her future father-in-law.

Making her even more nervous was Greg pacing the hall. She could see his reflection moving back and forth, wringing his hands. She wondered why seeing his father bothered him.

"Settle down, Greg," Alex called to the reflection. "It's just your dad."

"I know," he said, stopping in front of the bathroom door. "I just…I just haven't seen him in a while."

Alex spoke to Greg's reflection. "How long has it been?"

Greg cocked his head to the side in thought. "Ummm…I haven't seen him since I moved to Vegas."

"What?" she exclaimed and turned to look at him directly. "That's like 6 years!"

"I know, I know," he replied. "We've just been so busy."

Alex was still incredulous. "No birthdays? Holidays? Vacations?"

Greg just shook his head.

"That's why you're so nervous," it was more a statement than a question.

Greg nodded. She walked over to him and slid her arms around his waist. Then she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"It'll be ok," she tried to reassure him. Then, shaking her head she added, "You know, I'm the one who should be nervous!"

He looked at her and smiled. "My dad is going to love you."

She gave him another peck on his cheek. "Thank you," she replied and went back to the mirror to finish. "I hope he and Gil get along, too."

"Grissom's coming?" Greg sounded surprised.

Alex turned around to look at him again. "I must've told you this a dozen times. Your dad is coming here. We're going to talk to him for a couple hours and then we are meeting Gil at the restaurant."

Greg slowly nodded, remembering. "Oh yeah."

"Oh yeah," she mimicked and then returned to the mirror.

Greg left the bathroom doorway and continued to pace. He was even more nervous now that he'd been reminded that Grissom would be there. This all seemed like too much for him.

Not long after there was a knock on the door. Greg froze in the middle of his step, looking like a deer caught in headlights. There was another knock.

Alex, finally finished, peeked her head out of the bathroom. She saw the statuesque Greg. "Want me to get that?" she asked.

Her voice broke his trance. "No, I'll get it," he replied, walking towards the door.

When he got to the door, he quickly wiped his palms on his pants. He couldn't believe how much he was sweating. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door.

On the other side stood Ed Sanders. Ever the businessman, Ed was wearing a dark gray suit on his frame that was slightly taller and heavier than Greg, but basically the same. And even with Ed's beard, you could see the similar jaw line and cheekbones. However, the most striking resemblance was their eyes; there was no denying Greg was this father's son.

"Hi Dad," Greg greeted him, extending his hand.

"Greg!" his father exclaimed, ignoring Greg's hand and hugging him.

Greg was a little taken aback by the hug. After his mother's death, Greg's father had become somewhat distant. This was part of the reason they hadn't seen each other in so long. He returned the hug.

"How're you?" Greg asked his dad. "How was the flight?"

"It was good. I'm good. How're you? It looks like Vegas agrees with you," Ed replied, walking into the apartment.

"I'm doing well," Greg told his father. "And Vegas has been…interesting."

As Greg said "interesting," Alex walked into the living room where Greg and Ed were. She smiled as she quickly looked Ed up and down and noted the family resemblance.

"And this has been the best part," Greg added, sliding his arm around Alex's waist. "Dad, this is Alex Hart, my fiancé." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Alex stuck out her hand. "It's so nice to meet you, Mr. Sanders."

He took her hand and shook it. "Please, call me Ed. It's nice to meet you too."

"You found the place alright?" she asked him.

He nodded. "Your directions were very good."

Before she could say anything else, Greg's cell phone rang. He looked down at the called ID. "It's the lab. I have to take this," he informed them. "Will you two be alright?"

"We'll do just fine," Alex replied, motioning for Greg to answer.

He left the room and answered his phone. Alex and Ed stood awkwardly for a few moments, neither one knowing how to start.

Finally, Ed broke the silence. "So you're a CPA?"

"Yeah," Alex replied. "My current position is kinda boring, but welcome after my previous job."

"With the FBI?" Ed tried to clarify.

Alex was surprised he knew this much. As far as she knew, Greg rarely talked to his dad. Obviously they either talked more than she thought, or Greg had done a quick update with his dad before he came. "Yes, the FBI was crazy," she smiled. "I needed something a little less exciting—and more stable."

As Alex spoke, Ed scanned the room, looking at the pictures. There was one of a young woman standing on a beach, holding a baby that caught his eye. He walked over to it and picked it up, trying to get a closer look.

"Where…where did you get this picture?" Ed asked.

Alex walked over to him and looked at the picture he picked up. "It's a picture of my mom as a teenager."

Ed scrutinized the picture a little more. "Do you know who the baby is? Where this picture was taken?"

Alex was a little surprised by all of Ed's questions. "Ummm," she tried to remember what her grandmother had told her. "If I remember correctly, the picture was taken in L.A. And I don't remember the baby's name, but it was the last baby my grandfather delivered."

"The last baby he delivered?" Ed's curiosity was growing.

"Yeah," Alex replied. "My grandfather was a doctor and he was in L.A. for a medical conference. He got trapped in an elevator with this woman who was very pregnant. Apparently the stress of the situation caused her to go into labor and grandpa delivered the baby in the elevator. Then the next day he went to the hospital where the woman and baby where to check on them, but he never made it."

Ed's eyes had grown wide. "He was killed in a mugging on the way to the hospital," he finished Alex's story.

Alex's was incredulous. "How—How did you know that?"

Ed sank down unto the couch, still holding the picture. "You're Sam and Elizabeth's granddaughter."

Alex nodded. "How did…?" She didn't need to finish the question.

"The woman in the elevator was Cecilia, Greg's mom," Ed replied, not really believing it.

"So the baby in the picture…"

"It's Greg," he completed her statement.

Alex sank down unto the couch next to Ed. "Wow," she said in unbelief. "So you've met my mom and my mom met Greg."

Ed nodded. "But that's only the beginning of the story."