By: Prairie24 and Moochiecat2009

Baby's Breath. A CSI Halloween Story.

Authors' Note: This is the very first story from Moochiecat and Prairie24. Moochiecat bows to the greater writing skill of Prairie24, and only lists herself, because Prairie insisted.

This story is inspired by an actual grave in a Civil War Cemetery in Manassas Virginia. Anyone wanting to know more. Go to my profile and email me.

This story is set in Season 7.

Mundane, it was simply mundane. A body dump in Woodlawn Cemetery, Las Vegas. A drug dealer was eliminated by a rival. No big deal.

Sara Sidle stood up, stretched her aching back and looked around. It was almost dusk and she was at the end of a double shift. It hadn't been a difficult call-out. The body was that of Dave "The Dog" Halverson, one of Las Vegas' well known dealers. Taken out by one of his "competitors." No one but his mother was going to mourn.

Stretching a bit more, Sara took a look around her. Over to her right was a huge monument to some founder of Las Vegas. Then she turned to her left to ease her aching shoulders. That's when she saw it. The tiny little grave. It piqued her curiosity. She went over to take a look. The small stone said: Betty Louise Dickinson, July 30, 1933 to October 31, 1933. Not unusual, not at all. A child lives for 3 months. Not unusual. But what was unusual were the gifts left at the grave. Modern gifts; gifts you would give a child alive now. A Teddy Bear, a mini-pumpkin, a little Bratz Doll.

Sara stood stock still. It's 2007. Someone is still mourning the death of this little girl, 74 years later. Who? Who?

'Gil! Gil! "Sara yells out. Gil Grissom turns from his examination of the body of Dave Halverson to see the love of his life kneeling at a small grave.

He gets up, slowly (bad knees, as we all know), and goes to Sara.

"What dear?"

"Look, Gil, someone is still leaving gifts for this baby girl who died 76 years ago."

"Ah, my dear, a modern mystery." He looks at her with an expression of love and understanding. He knows that Sara is incapable of letting go of such a story/mystery.

"I suggest you start with the records Woodlawn Cemetery keeps."

"I will, " she states.