A/N: I strongly recommend that you read Will I Ever Be Home Again, which is in the CSI category before read b/c this is a sequel to it and this may be really confuesing if you don't read Will I Ever Be Home Again.
Ideas I am debating for this story and would like your help deciding. FIRST topic to discuss is wither or not to include the Milwaukee CSIs Plus Oliveria. SECOND topic is that there may be a possible character death. I'm not sure to do it and if I did it would be between two people and within that do I kill or both. So if you could help me their. (I'll give you the characters who might be killed seperatly if you feel like giving your opinion. Thanks StoryDreamer
Introduction to the story: It's been four years sense the Milwaukee convetion incident Calleigh and Ryan have also been married for four years. They have a three year old daughter named Anya (in memory of Ryan's biological mother.) Grissom is Anya's 3rd cousin, but she calls him Uncle Gris. She calls Tony, Uncle T, Greg is Uncle Greggie, and Kenwall Duquesne she calls Grandpa. Other members of the Miami team are considered family and she calls them Uncle H. Uncle Ercie (Pronouced Air-C), Auntie Alexx, and Auntie Talia. Both Ryan and Greg kept the names of their adoptive parents but also added their mother's madien name Vartann into it. (Since we don't really know what Ryan's middle name is for my story and all my stories that invovle Ryan it will be Nathaniel; because I like and if I have a boy when I get married and have kids I want his name to be Ryan Nathaniel, so...yeah)
Family Crises
Chapter One
A little girl with dark brown hair like her fathers and green eyes like her mother's sat on the couch next to an older woman in her early twenties. A photo album lay across their laps. The little girl pointed to a picture of her mother and father on their wedding day. "and that's my mommy and daddy when they got married," said the little girl.
"Yes I know Anya. You told me already," said the babysitter.
"Guess what Melanie?"
"What?"
"Mommy says I might get to where her pretty, pretty dress for when I find someone like daddy."
"Really. That's nice Anya."
"Yeah," said Anya closing the album and jumping of the couch.
She ran over to the fire place and pointed up to the mantel, where a picture sat. she jumped up and down. "That's a picture of me with mommy and daddy and Uncle Greggie and Uncle T and Uncle Gris and Grandpa, from this summer."
"I know."
"Ohh. What time is it? Will mommy and daddy be home from work soon?"
"They'll be home shortly, don't you worry."
Anya ran over to the couch and jumped on top of it. Jumping up and down watching the front door. "Anya, please get down from the couch. I'm pretty sure they don't want you jumping on the couch," said Melanie.
In this moment the door was unlocked and Anya jumped off the couch running towards the front door. "Daddy!" shouted Anya jumping into the arms of her father.
"Hey honey," he said kissing his daughter on the forehead.
"Where's mommy?"
"She's working a little late honey. We're picking her up a six- thirty and then we'll go get something to eat. How does that sound."
"Okay."
"Hey, Mr. Wolfe."
"Melanie," said Ryan shifting Anya in his arms. "Thanks for watching Anya. I hope she wasn't to much to handle. She's been real excited lately. Can't wait to see her Uncle's. Can you?"
Anya smiled and nodded her head. Ryan set Anya down, getting out his wallet and paying Melanie for babysitting. "Thank you Mr. Wolfe, same time tomorrow?"
"No, you'll have tomorrow off," said Ryan.
Melanie left the Wolfe residence, Ryan shutting the door behind her and turned back to his daughter. "So how was my little girls day?"
"Fun daddy. I drew a picture of the family in preschool today. It has everybody in it. I can't wait to see everyone again. This will be the best Christmas ever,"
"I'm sure it will sweetie. Now come on lets get ready to pick up mommy and then go to dinner."
"Can I have a piggy back ride please?" Anya asked giving Ryan her puppy dog eyes look.
"Alright, sense you asked so politely," said Ryan and bent down so his daughter could climb on. He flinched briefly as his daughters leg slid across the scar on his back that remained hidden by the shirt he wore. The reaction went unnoticed by the three year old. "Okay up we go."
Catherine walked down the halls of the crime lab looking for Grissom. She glanced in his office to see that he wasn't there. She turned around as Sara walked by. "Hey Sara, have you seen Grissom?"
"He didn't tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"Well he, Greg, and Tony left this morning instead. They want to surprise little Anya and Ryan and Calleigh with arriving early."
Catherine smiled. "Things certainly have changed in the last four years, haven't they?"
"Yeah, Greg seems so much happier. I mean when he found out who is real dad was he was so upset, but then he found out about Ryan and they reunited."
"No thanks to their father," said Catherine.
"Yeah, strange how things play out," replied Sara. "I got to get back to this case. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay,"
Catherine had only been to Miami once before and that was case related and before Ryan was even part of the team. Although Ryan and his wife and daughter had come to Vegas multiple times to visit with the family he had discovered four years ago thanks to his biological father Robert Swanson. She was scared. She had recently discovered some news that may threaten the family and she needed to get a hold of Grissom and if she couldn't do that, her next best option would be to contact Ryan's supervisor Horatio Caine.
"I thank you for attempting to help me before. Unfortunately I wasn't able to complete it. Although you helped me break out of prison, which I so adore you for. You are going to finish helping me complete my task, but this time I have more then those two on my list . Oh yes this will be fun," said Robert Swanson to the unidentifiable person that lingered in the shadows.
A/N: So there it is the start to the sequel. I want to thank all those who did and will read Will I Ever Be Home Again . I also thank those who read this. Please send me feed back.
