Juvy girl

Summary: Twelve years ago, one of Nick and Sara's twin daughters went missing. After having coped somewhat with that loss, they – and everyone else in the lab – have to deal with another problem; a girl from juvi. AU, WIP.

Chapter one: A loss & a problem

Twelve years ago

Nick looked up at his wife with a tender expression on his face. He could see she was exhausted, but he also saw an incredible joy. And pride.

He couldn't be any more joyous or proud himself. His wife, whom he loved above everything, had just sealed their love forever, by giving birth to two twin girls. Their daughters. They weren't here now, but in the paediatric ward, with the other newborns. They would be brought in later, for their first feeding.

He noticed Sara was starting to doze off. Not that he could blame her. Which woman is not exhausted after 23 hours of labour? He went to kiss her on the forehead when there was a soft knock at the door.

Upon turning around, he saw Catherine standing there with two little presents in her hands.

"Am I disturbing?"

Sara forced her eyes open slowly, a contented look on her face. "Not at all," she said, "I was just starting to doze off."

Catherine smiled. "Who wouldn't, after what you've just been through?"

"Hmm. Well, it was all worth it."

"I'd say that. Two girls, huh?"

"Yeah," Nick responded. "We said we'd name the first one Amy, but we still haven't decided on a name for the second girl."

"Well, then you'd better hurry, you've got two birth certificates to fill in."

"We know, but a name's a thing for life, you don't want to rush it and pick the wrong one."

Catherine was about to reply to that when there was another, more firm knock at the door. It was one of the nurses that had helped with the midwife during childbirth. She had a worried look on her face.

Sara picked up on it straight away. "What's wrong?"

"Something with the girls?" Nick chimed in.

For a moment, the nurse seemed at a loss of words. Then she began to speak, hesitantly. "We uhm… we had to call the police. ("What? Whatever for?") I'm afraid that uhm… one of the girls… is missing. She's not on the ward, or with one of the nurses. ("How can that happen? What do you mean, she's missing. How can a baby go missing from a hospital?")" The nurse was visibly uncomfortable, but she continued. "We don't know how it can have happened, all we know, is that she's been taken somehow. We know that, because we found this in her crib."

She held out a little note, which read;

This one was one too many. They won't be able to take care of her, so I'll take her someplace safe. Don't count on finding her.

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Sara opened her locker and smiled when her eyes fell on one of the pictures that was stuck on the inside of the door. It was a picture of Nick and Amy when they were on vacation last summer. Twelve year-old Amy had her arms around Nick's neck from behind and they were both laughing at the camera.

That was before she'd found out.

She'd come home one day and found her daughter totally confused on the couch. She'd gone over to ask what was wrong when she noticed the file on the coffeetable. The police file about her missing daughter. Amy's twin sister.

It stopped her in her tracks and a few seconds passed before she could say anything at all.

"Where did you find this?" Was all she could say.

Amy had lowered her head. "I came home from school and wanted to prepare for my presentation next week. I wanted to use my birth certificate for that. I went looking for it and thought it might be in here… but it wasn't."

She had sat down next to her daughter, contemplating what to say next. Amy was faster, however.

"Is it true? I really have a twin sister?"

Sara sighed, knowing that this was going to be a difficult conversation. "Yes, you do. But I'd rather… talk about this when your father comes home tonight."

And they had. It had been a long and difficult conversation for everybody. A lot of how's and why's were asked, tears were shed.

Amy had distanced herself somewhat ever since. She said she needed time to consume this.

With another sigh, Sara closed her locker and went to the break room, where Grissom would be handing out assignments soon. On her way there, she thought about the last crazy incident here at the lab. A vandal had found it's way into the garage of the crime lab and sprayed the walls with graffiti. She had been caught by dayshift soon afterwards. Wasn't even a teen yet, and was already getting into serious trouble.

Grissom was just about to hand out assignments when they were interrupted. There was a man at the door. Sara'd seen him before a few times. A guy from social services.

"Gary Trent, social services," he introduced himself. She'd been right. "Looks like you'll be getting a new aid here at the lab. The girl that vandalised the garage here, a few months ago, is supposed to clean it all up and help you out where ever she can."

"This is Christina, Chris for short. She's one of our regular costumers." He pointed at a girl behind him. At that point, Sara's jaw dropped, as did those of about half the people present. Chris was the exact image of Amy…

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TBC

My first attempt at CSI. Let me know what you think!