Katrina held her books closer to her chest as she stumbled down the halls of the CSI Crime Labs. Her two inch red heels not making it any easier; her black pencil skirt cut off just above the knees to reveal somewhat of her long legs while the cleavage of her large bust protruded from the V-neck collar of her black blouse. Her bright blonde hair was pinned back, but still bounced off her shoulders as she continued on her way. She had made it past the receptionist saying she knew where she was going, but now she wasn't so sure. She stopped walking and sighed as she looked down the hall and into the rooms next to her. One room had a man with graying hair that was looking through a microscope; he looked up at her and smiled before going back to work. She took a deep breath then rounded the corner only to run into someone making her drop all of the papers and books in her hands. She quickly dropped to a crouch and began picking up the papers, "I am so, so sorry."

"It's fine. I've should've been looking where I was going," Katrina looked up through her blonde hair; she brushed it back to be met with the smile of a handsome man. He grabbed the rest of the papers and stood up, she did the same. He held out her papers, "I'm Nick."

"Katrina," she smiled and took her papers, "Thank you."

"No problem, it was the least I could do," Nick held his smile strong then lifted an eyebrow, "You don't work here do you?"

Katrina shook her head wildly, "No, well, not yet. Which reminds me…how do I get to Gil Grissom's office?"

Nick stifled a chuckle and nodded, "Follow me." He led her down some hallways then stopped in front of an open door, "Hey, Grissom, there's someone here to talk to you."

Grissom looked up from the papers on his desk and looked at Nick confused, "Who?"

Katrina stepped out from behind Nick and gave Grissom a wary smile, "Hi."

Grissom's eyes went wide and he stood up slowly, "Katrina?"

Katrina shoved her books at Nick and ran at Grissom wrapping her arms around his neck crying into his shoulder.

Grissom hugged her back and brushed her hair with his hand soothing her, "Sh, sh, it's okay honey I'm here."

"I've missed you so much, I never thought I'd see you again," Katrina muffled into his shirt.

Grissom looked up at Nick and nodded an 'I'll tell you later look'. Nick nodded and put the books on the table, he left shutting the door behind him.

)()()(

20 minutes later…

Catharine nodded, "Uh-huh. So she ran in and just hugged him?"

"Yeah, I don't know who she is, but I think Grissom does," Nick said.

"Let me get this straight, Grissom might have had a relationship with a girl three times younger than him?" Greg asked.

Catharine looked at him in awe, "No, and he is not that old."

Greg put his hands up in defense, "Just asking."

"I guess we wait," Sara said.

"I'll tell you this though," Warrick said, "whatever he tells us…we don't make any bad judgmental comments."

Everyone nodded in agreement and exchanged looks across the table to each other. They sat there in silence for a few minutes before someone cleared their throat. Grissom stood at the head of the table with Katrina standing next to him looking at her feet.

"Everyone," Grissom said, "I would like you to meet Katrina Grissom, my daughter."

Nobody spoke, it was stunned silence. Finally Catharine spoke up, "I thought you said you didn't have any children."

"No, I said I didn't have any children at home. None of you ever asked if I had any in general," Grissom smiled. He looked at his daughter, "Kit-Kat why don't you take a seat next to Greg over there."

Katrina looked at Grissom, but nodded and went to sit next to Greg not making eye contact with any of them.

Warrick looked at Catharine and mouthed, "Kit-Kat?"

She shrugged and looked back at Grissom, "So, why have we never met her?"

"For the past eighteen years of her life she's lived with her mother in Salt Lake City," Grissom sighed, "Sadly her mother wouldn't let me see her…though we did stay in contact through e-mail, phones, and letters. Her mother didn't mind that. The last time we've talked in person was when she graduated high school and was moving out of the house. Her mother sent me away and said that I wasn't allowed to talk to her till she graduated college with at least a Bachelor's Degree in Forensic Science. And by her being here I have come to two conclusions: She has that Degree…and her Mother doesn't know she's here."

"She's 23," Sara said, "She can do whatever she wants."

"That's not what her mother thinks," Grissom sat down next to Catharine, "Her mother doesn't want Katrina to have anything to do with me."

"Why?" Warrick asked.

"Obviously he did something," Nick said.

Sara smacked his shoulder.

"What?" Nick asked.

"Shut up," Sara hissed out.

"No, its fine Sara, he's right," Grissom looked over at his daughter, but her eyes were glued to her hands, "When Katrina was born her mother and I got into a fight about money. I said some things and she threatened me to leave or she'd call the police. I left. About two months later we talked and worked it out. Well one day I went shopping and took Katrina with me…I forgot she was in the car."

"Oh, my God, Grissom," Catharine gasped.

Katrina's head snapped up and her voice came out sounding sweet like candy, "It wasn't his fault! My mom had been on the phone yelling at him and he was trying to remember things! When he realized I was still in the car he came right back, but my mother wouldn't let that go! She kicked him out and didn't let me talk to him anymore. I saw him again when I was five and threw fits until she let me talk to him…it wasn't his fault."

Catharine looked at the girl shocked, "I-I wasn't going to say it was. I was just going to ask how long you were out there for."

"She was only out there for fifteen minutes, it was winter, but still hot. I took her straight to the Hospital and the Doctor went and called her damn mother," Grissom sighed and looked at his puppy-eyed daughter. Her large blue eyes, like his, held the same curious look he, himself, always held, "That's in the past and this is the present," he sighed and looked at the table, "Kat, you need to call your mother."

Katrina's eyes went wide and she stood up quickly slamming her fists on the table, "No! I just found you! I don't want to go back to her! Not yet. I want to stay here for awhile and work here…please. Dad, please to make me go back to her."

Grissom looked at her daughter then at the others, Catharine nodded as did the others, "Fine, but promise me in two months…you'll call her."

Her eyes lit up, "Yes, yes! I promise." She ran over to him and hugged him.

He chuckled, "First thing first, what exactly are you specialties in a lab?"

"Oh, right, I specialize in DNA."

The room fell silent and all eyes landed on Greg, "What?"

Grissom sighed and stood up, "Katrina, meet your other Supervisor, Greg Sanders."

Sara shook her head and bit back a laugh; she's gotten herself in deep. She looked over at Nick to see him holding back a laugh as well.

"Greg, why don't you take my daughter to your lab," Grissom offered.

Greg nodded and stood up quickly, "Right this way Malady."

Katrina smiled at him and followed him out the door.

Once the two were out of site Sara, Nick, and Warrick broke into a laugh.

Catharine bit her bottom lip holding hers back.

Grissom stood up and stared at his co-workers, "Just keep an eye on her for me, would you?"

Catharine nodded and stood up, "We got any new cases?"

Grissom nodded, "Oh yeah. We've got a possible 10-32 and a possible 10-56."

"A possible drowning and a possible suicide," Catharine nodded and looked over at Warrick, "Warrick and I'll take the 10-32."

"Okay," He tossed a file to Catharine and sighed, "Sara, you and Nick can take the 10-56; if anyone needs any help I'll be looking over some other cases." He handed Nick the file and stood up, "Okay let's get to it."

)()()()()(

Greg watched carefully as Katrina's hands moved fluidly and carefully through the tubes and plastic bags. Her eyes were intent on finding something and Greg wasn't about ready to stop her, he stood and walked towards the door to get a soda when she spoke behind him, "What?" Greg turned back to her.

She was looking into a microscope, but she was talking to him, "Thank you."

"For…" Greg leaned against the door frame and folded his arms.

She looked up at him, "For letting me work with you."

Greg smiled and walked back into the room, "Hey, I could use an extra hand." She smiled back and looked back at the microscope. His smile faded and his thoughts changed, it's really quiet in here. He looked at the radio, but thought against it…he remembered the last time somebody worked with him…let's just say they weren't allowed back in this crime lab. Instead he went over to the computer and sat down to begin putting DNA traces into the data base connecting it with others…if there were any.

"I see you two are working hard," Greg looked up to see Warrick standing in the doorway. He smiled and walked over to Greg dropping a bag of clothes onto the empty space next to Greg, "These clothes are from the possible drowning. And this," He put a bag down that held two little tubes, "is DNA from our vic. and the other is blood from inside his stomach."

"Inside his stomach, lovely he's a vampire," Katrina muttered.

"Seems that way, it was found in his throat and his lungs," Warrick said.

"And where might those samples be?" Greg asked.

"Trace, Hodges said he'd bring it over as soon as possible," Warrick smiled at Greg then looked at Katrina. He winked at her then walked out.

"He's kind of cute," Katrina mumbled.

Greg laughed.

"What," Katrina looked up at him, "it's true; so is that Nick guy…he's a bit better looking though."

Greg smiled at her and placed a hand over his chest, "Ouch, that was pretty good shotgun you used to hurt me, what was it?"

"A 155mm," She smiled at him.

"Oh, that's a definite kill," Greg grinned at her, "So what do you think of me?"

"Well," Katrina bit the inside of her lip and walked around the island to lean against it crossing her right ankle over her left, "let's see."

Greg raised an eyebrow, "If I stood would that help?"

She laughed softly and nodded.

Greg stood up slowly and put his arms out a bit and spun around when he came back to face her she was beaming at him, "What?"
"Not bad."

"Not bad, that's all you have to say?"

"If I look a little closer maybe that would change."

Greg stepped closer to her as she stood up straight, "Is this close enough?"

Katrina didn't answer instead she looked him over and locked eyes with him before turning to walk back over to the microscope.

"No answer," Greg sighed and sat back down in his chair and looked at her.

"You'll get your answer…eventually," Katrina smirked and looked back into the eye holes of the microscope.

"Well if it helps my chances at all," Greg said, "I think you're hot."

Katrina's face flushed red, but she didn't respond.

)()()()()()()()(

Two Months Later…

"No, Mom," Katrina gripped the phone harder till her knuckles turned white. Two months and the dreaded day had come…her mother must be called, "Mom, I'm fine."

"I don't care. I don't want you anywhere near your father!"

"Mom, I'm a grown woman I can do whatever I want. Besides I have a job and friends…I'm not leaving."

"Where are you living?"

"In an apartment above the Las Vegas strip, why?"

"Because I'm coming to get you."

"No, don't. I don't want to go back to Salt Lake…I'm staying!"

"Why do you want to stay?"

"Because I want to be with Dad!" Katrina slammed the phone down on the receiver and groaned loudly, "She can't make me." She went to the balcony of her apartment and sat down on one of the chairs. She was clad in dark jeans, black boots that covered her jeans to just below her knees, a red t-shirt, and a tan jacket. Her blonde hair was placed up in a high pony tail. She closed her eyes and allowed the sun to bounce off the shimmering eye shadow she wore; her head pounded and her stomach churned. The quiet could only last so long before her cell phone rang; she snapped it open, "Grissom."

"Kit-Kat, can you come in today?" Her Dad's voice was fatherly yet full of orders.

"Of course," she snapped the phone shut and stood up, "So much for my day off…"

)(

The dark lab coat bounced off the back of her knees as she walked down the hall towards her dad's office. She walked in and dropped a file on her dad's desk interrupting what he was doing.

"Hello, my dear," Grissom grabbed the file and opened it up.

"It's an exact match," Katrina smiled, "The wife killed his sister."

"Why?"

"I do DNA, not reasons for murder."

Grissom smiled at her, "Good work. Did you call her?"

"Yeah," Katrina answered, "She wasn't happy…but I told her I was staying here and she couldn't stop me."

"I hope you know what you're doing," Grissom looked back at the file.

"Me too," Katrina muttered.

"Grissom," Warrick's voice sounded from the door.

"Yeah?" The two Grissoms answered in unison.

Warrick laughed, "Sorry, almost forgot about that…but I needed to talk to Grissom Sr. though Grissom Jr. is needed back at DNA."

"Okay, thanks Warrick," Katrina turned to leave, but her father stopped her at the door.

"Don't be too hard on your mother."

"Yeah," Katrina quickly went down the hall towards DNA trying not to think of her mom or dad.

"Hey, Katrina," Katrina stopped and turned to see Nick walking towards her.

"I know, I know, I need to get to DNA," Katrina rolled her eyes…she wasn't a baby she knew what she had to do.

"Um, okay, but that's not what I was going to say," Nick stopped in front of her with a crooked smile, "I was going to ask if you were busy tonight?"

"Oh," Katrina's breath caught, "no, why?"

"I was wondering if you'd want to go out to dinner with me," Nick held his gaze strong.

Katrina's heart fluttered in her chest, "Um, yes, I'd love to."

"Great I'll pick you up at seven?" Nick asked.

"Sure," Katrina smiled.

"Alright, I'll see you then," Nick slowly started to back up smiling, but as he did so he ran into a chair almost falling, but catching himself quickly, "I'm okay."

Katrina giggled, "Careful there."

Nick gave her a wave then rounded the corner.