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Just Another Day-8:15 am

"What are you up to today?" asked Grissom to Sara as he took a seat across from her at the kitchen table.

Sara who was breast feeding their three month old son, Jesse looked up and smiled at Grissom. "I don't know. Probably doing this..." she gestured to their son, who was hungrily sucking on the nipple of Sara's left breast. Ever since Jesse had been born, it seemed like he was always attached to her breast. He was always hungry.

Looking down at her son's face, she smiled, gently rubbing the top of his crown before looking back up at her husband. "I was thinking about going to the lab and visiting."

"Really?" asked Grissom, surprised by this. His blue eyes appeared over the rims of his glasses towards Sara; eyebrows raised.

"It was just an idea," shrugged Sara. "We could meet you for lunch or something I was thinking after you get out of court..." her voice trailed off, embarrassed she dropped her gaze back on to the little boy, now staring wide eyed up at her.

"I would love that!" he whispered back after a second, smiling at Sara. He loved that idea that his wife and son would be visiting him at the lab for lunch."I should be out of court by 1 or so, so I can meet up with you at the lab," he suggested, as he turned the page of the newspaper he was reading.

"Sounds good," smiled Sara at Grissom. She then lifted Jesse who had just finished eating, up onto her shoulder where she began to burp him. They held each other's gazes for a moment. Life was good.

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"Mom, I can't find my jeans!" cried Lindsey from the top of the stairs. "Where did you put them?" The teenager placed her hands on her hips, and impatiently tapped her bare foot against the maple wood flooring. "MOM!" screamed Lindsey again, this time louder after a moment.

"Lindsey, for god-sake! I have no idea where you jeans are....I have no clue which ones you are talking about either! You have a million pairs of jeans," cried Catherine, suddenly appearing at the bottom of the staircase looking up at her daughter.

Lindsey rolled her eyes at her mother, and tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "I can't just wear any jeans Mom! I need those jeans!" she agrued back.

"WHAT JEANS?" asked back Catherine getting annoyed by the second at her daughter. It was 8:15, if she didn't hurry soon, Lindsey would be late...yet again. Her school was about a 15 minute drive or so from where they lived and the first bell rang at 8:35. She didn't need to be dealing with this anyways this morning. She had just come home from work and was suppose to be heading back in to the lab after she dropped Lindsey off. She had paper work to finish and had a missing person case on her hands.

"THE ONES WITH THE RIPE IN THE KNEE!" Lindsey called back to her mom. She needed to wear those jeans today, they where the ones that Jeremy said made her but look like JLO's. She needed to wear them today!

"I have no idea what one's you are talking about! Linds just put another pair on and lets go! You are going to be late if we don't leave soon," spoke Catherine. Giving her daughter a look, she turned on her heel and went back into the kitchen; letting her daughter know that they were done.

Lindsey groaned at this and stomped her feet like a two year old before heading back into her room to get dressed. She was still in her pajamas.

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Warrick walked into the break room and greeted Greg and Nick, who were both seated at the table, looking over files. They were all pulling a double on this missing person's case. Warrick like Catherine had gone home for a few hours before returning back to the lab. Nick and Greg had stayed and where going over the evidence and old missing person's files, trying to find a connection to their's. A five year old boy had gone missing from his parent's home last night. They were trying to see if it had any connection to a little girl, who had gone missing a month ago.

Taking the seat beside Nick, Warrick asked, "Find anything yet?"

"Not really!" replied Nick with all honesty. Looking up at his friend. "First off that little girl, Suzie was 8 when she was kidnapped from her mom's home. Not five like Shepard is. Usually, the kidnapper would stick around to the same age and gender. Plus, Suzie was kindapped in the day, while her mother was out in the backyard gardening, while Shepard was asleep in his bed. "

"Well keep looking, there's got to be something," suggested Warrick. They had no real evidence to go on. They had not been able to find any fingerprints other then those of the little boy and his parents in his bedroom. They believed the kidnapper came through the window of the boy's bedroom. The window had been forced open but other then that, they had nothing really else to go on. Besides a the foot print of a boot that had been found just a few feet away outside the window.

They could all tell, this was just the beginning of a long day.

I know this was short but this is just the beginning. Thanks for reading and please review!