Disclaimer: CBS owns CSI:NY and Characters…I own the rest

A/N: I'm experimenting with point of view lol

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I grabbed my jacket, slipping the letter into my back pocket and headed to my dad's office.

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In the sunlight or the rain brightest nights or darkest days,

I'll always feel the same way,

whatever road you may be on,

know you're never too far gone my love is there wherever you may be,

just remember that you'll always be my baby.

-- You'll Always Be My Baby, Sara Evans

Sam walked into the main entrance through the police station to get to the main administration building. She past the main desk and flashed her badge to the familiar sergeant on duty behind the desk. He gave her an approving nod and motioned for me to go ahead, noticing several detectives and patrol officers checking her out as she swayed away.

"Don't you boys got work to do," he growled loudly, knocking them out of their reverie. She turned back and smiled at the Sergeant thankfully.

Transitioning into the Administration building she passed several offices before hearing a familiar voice.

"Samantha MacAiden Sullivan", a proud voice came from behind me.

It was Police Commissioner Jeffery Rollins walking casually towards her. His graying black hair had accentuated his deep, green eyes. He'd always had a tough, no bullshit attitude about work, but a much gentler and compassionate demeanor with family. He and Sullivan had been partners and best friends and had come to know her since she came to live with the Sullivan's.. He and his wife, Nora had treated her like their niece. She smiled warmly as he hugged her rather petite figure.

"What? No entourage?" Sam said jokingly, as he laughed heartily in response.

"Nah. Gave'm a break. I needed to get away from my desk for a while...too antsy." He said amusingly.

"Yeah, well if you ever feel the need to do any real police work I'm sure my Captain would be more than willing…" she starting teasingly.

"Ha Ha. Watch it, kid, unless you wanna be directing traffic in midtown." He joked as Sam snickered."You here for business or to see your dad?" Sullivan had told his friend in confidence about his daughter's thoughts about possibly finding her birth parents, something he and his wife could only support her on.

"Dad." she answered tightening her grip on the letter as they saw his burly figure walking towards them with a look of 'all business' on his face. He looked very professional in his crisp suit and dark blue shirt and matching tie. He looked up from the file he was carrying and smiled when he saw her.

"Hey Sweetie." he said, kissing his daughter softly on the head.

"Hey Daddy," she said. Rollins watched the exchanged between father and daughter and decided to let them be.

"Well, I gotta go do some cop things. I'll see you two later. Sammie, you should give Nora a call, she's been asking about you." he said, before giving her a hug one last time and leaving the duo alone. Michael noticed the letter in her hand and knew why she was here. He nodded his head before putting his arm around her and guided her to his office, closing the door behind them.

She moved casually to the table behind his desk and picked up one of several photographs that cluttered his office from ritual NY Ranger games to Yankee Games to family time. Most were of her. The one she now held was of her dad and her at her NYPD graduation. It was surprising how closely how much she resembled her adoptive father. For that she was grateful, it spared a lot of 'which parent to do you look like more' questions. He bared a proud grin on his face as she glowed with fulfillment.

"Feels just like it was yesterday, huh," he said walking towards her from the door, watching her and reminiscing about that day. "One of the proudest moments of my life." he said. She smiled at him and set the picture down.

"What's on your mind, pumpkin?" he asked softly. She handed him the letter. He took it in his hands noting where it came from. He looked up as she leaned back onto the desk. He sighed, knowing why she was there. She could've easily found out about her birth parents sooner but she had put it off.

"Daddy, there's so much I'm worried about. I don't know what to do…I want to know but…"she started, but he interrupted her.

"But you're scared how things will change." he finished. Sam nodded as tears threatened her eyes. He set the letter on his desk and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Sammie, you're always gonna be my baby no matter what. I know you're worried about what's gonna happen, whether it be if these people are amazingly great or really shoddy. The important thing is who you are now. You've made it through so much and grown into such a beautiful young woman. I've never been more proud of anyone in my life." he said full of emotion.

They held each other silently before he let out a small chuckle. "And if they become a problem for ya you always got a bunch of cops for a cover up." he said jokingly. Sam pulled away, slapped him on the shoulder, laughing.

"Like you and Uncle Jeff did to my Prom Date in high school?" she said mock accusingly. He looked down and grinned widely.

"Hey, he had it coming…I was just doing my job as a concerned parent" he said defensively, putting his hands up.

"Yeah, try explaining to my friends how my date wound up in lock-up for two days. For a while they actually believed that it's a crime to feel someone up. I didn't have many dates after that one." They laughed at the memory.

He picked up the letter. "You ready for this?" he asked her seriously. "Better or worse, baby, I'm with you on this one." She nodded.

He took the letter out of the envelope and leaned on the desk next to her, putting one arm around her, both having one hand on the letter. They skimmed down the paper to the Birth Parent Information section.

Biological Mother:Age: Location:

Aiden Katherine Thomson (Deceased) --

Biological Father:Age: Location:

Mac Taylor 42 New York, NY

Michael tried to hide his surprise when he saw the name Mac Taylor. His emotions were well hidden out of support for his daughter. Sam let out the breath she had been holding and felt her heart drop when she saw 'deceased'. He kissed his daughter's temple and rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.

"You okay, sweetie?" he asked.

"Yeah…I uh…I dunno." she said honestly, looking up to her father. He took the letter from her and set it on his desk as he leaned on it to face her.

"What are you thinking?" he asked. She looked conflicted.

"Disappointed, sad, happy, confused…kinda manic right now." she laughed at the last part. "I mean, it sucks about her but I'm just…I don't know what to do next." He nodded.

"Well meeting him would be the next logical step, don't ya think?" he joked, making her laugh. "I gotta be honest with you, Sammie. This Mac Taylor…" he started, unsure if he should tell her, "I know the guy…", She looked up at him in surprise.

"He's a cop…a detective actually…he's the lead investigator in charge of the Crime Lab." he said, as she sat down in his chair. He picked up a picture from behind his desk. It was from the Policeman's Ball four years ago. There were five people happily smiling. He pointed Mac out and gave the picture to her. She smiled at the sight, and tears threatened to fall. He watched his daughter's reaction. He was happy for her to finally have some kind of closure but was now adamantly concerned about the history behind Samantha's admittance to the foster care system. He wanted answers as any father would…and he would get them.

"I think I'm gonna wait. Let things process and see what happens," she said logically and stood up, breaking him from his thoughts. He nodded, kissed his daughter's head before hugging her tightly. "Thank you, Dad." she said sincerely. He rubbed her back reassuringly before letting her go. She grabbed the letter and headed to the door. She stopped as she was about to open it and looked back at him.

"I love you, Daddy." she said, meaning it with all her heart.

"I love you, too, peanut." he smiled as she left, closing the door behind her. He remained standing at his desk, as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button. Time for some answers. He picked up the phone and heard the familiar voice of his secretary on the line. Putting his fingertips to the bridge of his nose he answered. "Get me Detective Mac Taylor."

Please let me know what ya think! I'm not sure if I should keep this one up or not…hmmm…