A/N: It's here! I have been trying to think up a plot for a sequel to 'Baby Troubles' for ages and now I've finally got one! I just really wanted to write another story because I love Greg as a father figure and now 'Oscar' is old enough to talk so they can have more cute scenes together! Sorry if Oscar's speech seems a little too advanced for his age I can always change it in later chapters :P It's not totally necessary to have read 'Baby Troubles' in order to understand this, but if you have chance then please check it out! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

I dedicate this first chapter to Marymel because it was your 'Jackson' stories that inspired me to write another 'Oscar' story. if anyone hasn't read the 'Jackson' stories then please do they are amazing! XD

Please Review :) xx

Chapter 1: Duck

Oscar Warrick Sanders was now two years old.

He now had full head of shiny black hair the same shade as his mother's and it flicked up a little at the front. He had her Snow White pale skin and perfectly shaped lips with his little button nose. Oscar looked like his mother, Ellen Whitebridge, in many ways, except for one. His eyes were definitely those of his father, Greg Sanders. They were a soothing dark brown with a hint of mischief hidden behind them and his over active and curious personality definitely came from his father too.

Oscar had never met his mother as she would be in prison for several murders. He didn't know the story of how she stole his daddy's heart in a day and the same night nearly stopped it from beating. But Oscar didn't need his mom as the little boy already had a father who loved him just as two parents would and took good care of him, not to mention all his doting Aunties and Uncles who spoilt him rotten.

He was also very intelligent for his age. He had started to say four or five word sentences and could recognise certain people and their names, even if he had trouble pronouncing them sometimes. He would point at things and nod and shake his head. He tried his best to feed himself and could now successfully walk and even run around without any assistance. He also had the knack of climbing on and off things such as the sofa and often got told off for trying to climb stairs by himself.

Greg Sanders was very proud of his son. The fact he was even going to have a son was a terrible shock at first that scared him to end as he thought about having to raise the little boy alone. But then the little boy had arrived and he was the most beautiful thing Greg had seen and he loved Oscar instantly. Sure the first few months had been really rough as he was new to the whole parenting thing and the crazy baby sitter incident but he'd had plenty of help from his friends. But now he saw how far Oscar had come he couldn't help but smile every time the little boy was in his presence.

Greg spent every minute during the day that he could with little Oscar, but then when it came to going to work during the night he always felt sad about leaving his son behind, even though Oscar would be a sleep Greg would never stop thinking about him. He had tried working day shift at first but Greg had missed working with his friends too much so now he was back on grave shift and Oscar would spend the night with D.B Russell's wife and granddaughter, who was always eager to play with Oscar.

Greg was also very proud to say he was a house owner. He had started searching for one after it became apparent Oscar was going to need his own room and space. So when Greg found the perfect little house he was pleased when he got the deposit and could finally leave his cramped apartment suited for one. Things felt a lot more comfortable.

Greg was quickly hurrying around the kitchen one morning gathering up Oscars things and trying not to trip over any toys as he zigzagged between them.

"Oscar we're going out soon" Greg informed the boy who was sat on the floor playing with his fire truck. "Can you be a good boy and tidy away your toys?"

"Ok daddy" the little boy replied with a big grin and started to pack things away in his toy box.

"Good boy" Greg replied with an equally big smile as he ruffled his son's hair "I'll make sure we get you something nice when we're out as a reward. I just need to pop upstairs ok?" the little boy nodded and continued to tidy whilst Greg quickly ran up the stairs.

"On…" Oscar counted as he packed away his collection of rubber ducks. "Two…" he paused and looked around a little confused "Where free?"

Just then Greg came back into the room and not looking where he was going stepped on Oscar's missing duck. It let out a loud squeak and Greg yelped and jumped as it startled him. Oscar started laughing his head off and Greg gave his son a lopsided smile.

"Daddy silly!" the little boy giggled.

"It's not nice to scare daddy" Greg said teasingly as he came over and picked his son up "and now he needs revenge!" with that he started to tickle his son's stomach and Oscar continued to giggle and wriggle about.

"Daddy stop!" the little boy pleaded even though he was laughing, he loved having fun with his Father. Greg was laughing too.

"Alright, finish tidying and then we can go" Greg said putting the little boy back down and Oscar quickly finished packing away, eager to go out exploring.

"Done!" Oscar called proudly. He hoped his daddy would be happy, he liked it when daddy was happy, which was most of the time.

"Wow great job, you're so much tidier then I am!" Greg said with a smile and Oscar clapped his hands enthusiastically, pleased with his work. "Come on then Osc" Greg said pulling the bag full of his son's things onto his shoulder and holding out his hand. Oscar smiled, toddling over to his father and taking hold of the hand.

"Go?" The little boy asked curiously as he bounced out the car and waited for his father to help him into his car seat.

"We're going to see Uncle Nick and Auntie Morgan today" Greg said with a smile and the little boy giggled and clapped his hands enthusiastically, he loved his Aunties and Uncles.

Once Greg had strapped Oscar in his car seat the little boy sat curiously looking out the window just as he always did. He liked to watch the world outside fly by and Vegas was one of the most interesting places to live for a small child; there were so many sounds and colours. Oscar loved it, especially the bright, shiny lights at night.

It was Saturday afternoon and Greg, Nick and Morgan had the day off, so they thought it would be nice to take Oscar out for lunch as he always liked going someplace new. Plus, things had been changing around a lot at work recently and they hadn't had chance to hang out much, so with the three of them off it seemed like the perfect opportunity.

"Here we are" Greg said as he pulled over at the diner. He helped Oscar out of his chair and the little boy smiled in excitement when he saw the two familiar faces approaching.

"Unc Nick, Any Morg!" he squealed running over to Nick who laughed as he picked up the little boy and gave him a hug.

"Well done buddy, you're getting closer" he said with a laugh referring to little boy's speech.

"My turn for a hug now" Morgan said holding out her arms and Oscar laughed as Nick handed him over.

"Hey man, it's feels like forever since we've hung out outside of work!" Nick said clapping Greg on the back.

"I know, sorry about that, as you can imagine it's been kind of busy" Greg said looking at the little boy wriggling around in Morgan's arms. He'd been feeling guilty as he felt like he'd been neglecting his friends recently, but he knew they understood and he'd make it up to them. "We'll go on a guy's night soon, just you and me, I promise" Greg vowed.

"Good, I'm looking forward to it" Nick replied with a smile, he too felt like he hadn't seen much of his 'little brother' lately.

"You guys ready?" Morgan asked "I think somebodies getting hungry" she said tickling Oscar's tummy and he nodded and laughed.

The three CSI's and the little boy made their way into the diner and found a table by the window so Oscar could sit in his highchair and look out of it. They ordered some food and chatted whilst Oscar scribbled with some crayons and paper the waitress had given him.

"So it's Oscar's birthday in a couple of months and I want a big party" Greg explained excitedly to Nick and Morgan who smiled at the idea. "I want Grissom to come over, Catherine and Lindsey, my parents…every one! It would be so great to see everyone again and I know Oscar misses them."

"Yeah, Any Cafrine and Unc Griss!" Oscar imputed and the three CSI's laughed.

"Say Osc, how old are you going to be?" Nick asked and the little boy held up three fingers. "Wow so you're going to be a big boy!"

"Yeah!" the little boy said happily "but no like daddy, he really old!" Nick and Morgan laughed whilst Greg pretended to look offended.

"Hey cheeky!" Greg said raising an eyebrow "don't make me tickle you again" he said flexing his fingers in mock threat.

"No!" Oscar protested but he laughed all the same.

"I agree" Morgan said placing her elbows on the table and propping her chin in her hand "I've been on the receiving end of your father's tickle attacks before…"

"Morgan!" Greg exclaimed and he blushed a furious shade of red when Nick looked at him with wide eyes as he tried to suppress a laugh. Greg never blushed because he didn't get embarrassed easily, so Nick knew this must be good.

"Oh chill out Greg it wasn't like that" Morgan said lightly hitting him on the shoulder with a light laugh. "He caught me trying to steal his Hawaiian blue one time…" Morgan explained to Nick.

"Riiight" Nick just smiled at his younger colleagues not sure if he believed this story or if they were trying to duck out of an awkward conversation. After all, he knew exactly how bad Greg had the hot's for Morgan. "Well in that case you're lucky, normally I get slapped round the back of the head" Nick explained solemnly, Morgan smirked.

After that the conversation turned into making fun of each other whilst they waited for the food. Greg was just happy to be sat with some of the people he loved most in the word, talking and laughing for the first time in what felt like weeks as they always had to be as professional as possible at a crime scene. Yes, the day was going well.

Oscar was getting fidgety in his chair after a while so Greg took him out and sat him on his knee gently bobbing his son up and down. Suddenly there was a screeching sound coming from outside on the street. Oscar looked up at the noise, distracted from his drawing, the adults however didn't notice as they were in deep conversation.

"What dat?" Oscar asked curiously pointing out the window.

There were two black SUV'S speeding down the street with men completely covered in black clothing leaning out the window and they had big shiny things in their hands.

Guns.

"Oh My God" Greg breathed holding Oscar close to his chest.

"Everyone get down!" Nick yelled.

People looked at him like he'd gone insane at first but then the rapid gunfire started and there was the sound of glass smashing. People started screaming and dropping to the floor. Greg held Oscar tight to his chest and ducked under the table. Every millisecond was a nightmare. The little boy buried his head in his father's jacket and his small fingers grasped tightly onto Greg's shirt. Both of them were scared and didn't know what was going on.

Please God Greg thought frantically in his mind Please let us be ok, please let everyone be ok.

After a few seconds, silence fell once more and Greg was too scared to look.