Oh, wow! Within a couple of hours, I already had three reviews, so I decided to go ahead and get the second chapter up as soon as possible. And, I'm also hard on myself about my writing...kind of why it took me so long to even put my stories up on here. But, not long of a wait...here's the second chapter.

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When they got back to the lab, Sara ignored Grissom's advice, knowing that she couldn't sleep. Instead, she had helped Greg with Meggi's clothes, changing her into something else for the night, and was now waiting in the breakroom, watching as her daughter slept. Her nerves were getting the better of her, however, so she found herself pacing, but keeping a watchful eye on her daughter at all times. She knew that Meggi hadn't experienced the loss, yet, and she was dreading that, just as much as she was dreading telling her that her grandparents were, in fact, gone. Hell, it hadn't even fully hit Sara yet. Sure, they weren't her parents, but ever since William had died, they had been there for her, had taken care of Meggi when she couldn't...

Silent tears began to fall as she stood by the window, looking out into the night, one eye still never leaving her daughter's sleeping form on the couch. In a roundabout way, Meggi's Nana and Poppy had been like her parents. Who would want to do this to them? Who in their right mind...

The tears were no longer silent, and she found herself burying her face in her hands. How...how could this happen. Why? Those questions, and a million others were running through her head, right now. And then the obvious statement which hadn't reached her tongue, yet. She was glad it wasn't Meggi. Harsh, but true. She would die for her daughter, and with the way that the crime scene had looked, Alice and Ken had decided to do the exact same thing. And even though her daughter was here with her, still alive and for the most part, okay, she still found herself crying.

Footsteps had perked up Sara's hearing really quick, and she found herself drying her eyes and fisting her face as if that would make the tears go awake faster, along with the pain. Realistically, she knew it wouldn't, but it was wishful thinking.

Turning to the doorway she saw Greg, standing there and brandishing two cups of coffee. She found herself silently chuckling to herself over how much he seemed like a scared little boy, right now, as she smiled at him, walking over.

"I figured you wouldn't be asleep," Greg whispered as to not wake Meggi. "I also figured you'd want one of these, and maybe have...a little chat?" he said, pleading with her as he handed her a cup of coffee.

Sara took it, gratefully, and sipped at it for a couple of moments before deciding that maybe it would be easier to talk to Greg first before anybody else. After all, he was like a brother to her, so it would take some of the pressure off. But another part of her wanted to clam up, because she was good at it.

Finally, she opted for the first, but was still skeptical. "Well, you mainly know the big secret, now," she whispered, shaking her head as she looked over at Meggi. Watching as Meggi's chest rose and fell with each breath, she found more tears falling and she finally had to sit at the table, or else she felt she would collapse.

Greg quickly came to her aid, sitting beside her. He sat his coffee down and took her hands into his own. "Hey, hey," he said, getting her attention. "She's fine."

Sara bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears as she pulled her knees up to her chest, allowing him to still hold one hand but taking the other one away from his and placing it on her forehead, as if trying to hide her tears from him in a sort of...last chance at saving her dignity. She felt so embarrassed about crying in front of other people that the mere thought of breaking down like this was scaring her to death. But in a way, it was still the last thing on her mind.

"I know she's fine," Sara whispered, finally taking a chance and looking up at him. "But she could've died, and that thought scares me to death." That wasn't the only thing that scared her, though. Alice and Ken had carried her all these years, and now they were gone. What was she going to do, now?

"Sara," Greg said, sighing softly, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. He knew now that she needed to talk to someone, anyone, even if it wasn't him...though he hoped that it would be. He looked at her, taking his free hand and bringing up her chin that had fallen back down so that she could look at him. He needed her full attention, right now. And he had so many questions, but knew he needed to take it slow...if she would talk to him, that is. "What's going on? What I mean is..." he trailed off, getting nervous. He sighed, finding himself rubbing her hand, now, to offer himself as much support, right now, as he was trying to do for her. "I've seen your apartment, before," he said, remembering the time that he had stayed there after a bad blind date when he'd been too drunk to drive home. He'd slept on the couch. They were close...just not that close. "Obviously you don't live in a house like that...no offense."

Sara found herself chuckling at that comment, but she knew what was coming. However, she didn't cut him off. She could sense that he was scared to ask her all of these questions, just as she was so afraid to answer them. She allowed him to continue, seeing his split-second smile fade as he went on.

"What I'm trying to say is...and I could be completely off base here, but uh...your daughter had an elaborate room, there. That house looks like a kid lives in it, whereas your apartment...it kind of looks like a girl bachelor pad," he said, meaning all the beer that she kept in the fridge, but it still had a sense to it...a sort of feel to it that said 'a girl does live here'. He took a moment before going on...he really hated saying what he had to say next, but it had to come out, somehow. It was kind of obvious, anyways...at least to him. "Your daughter doesn't live with you...does she?"

Sara didn't respond, and Greg knew the answer to his question. But now something else was picking at his brain that he had to know.

"Do you even have custody of her?"

Sara looked at her, her face red and eyes burning, but no more tears would fall. She sighed, glancing over at Meggi. "Well...I do now...I hope."

Greg was confused. What did she mean by that? He knew that she had hidden it from the lab, her place of employment, and her co-workers, who were her friends, as well. He understood that. But what he didn't understand was why. Why was she still hiding it? How could she hide it? Though he was understanding that one a little more with each passing second. But another question was bugging him...the kind that wouldn't go away. What did she mean when she said that she hoped that she would have custody of her own daughter? Something was very wrong with this whole mess.

"What does that mean, Sara?" Greg finally asked, being as gentle with it as possible.

And the moment of truth has arrived, Sara thought dryly to herself. She gave it one last shot and wiped her eyes as she looked at him. She was being as serious as she could ever be, and looked into his eyes to prove it.

"I've...not been the nicest person, Greg," she said in her slow drawl, the kind that also said that she was being as truthful and honest as she could ever be.

And yet Greg still didn't believe it. He was flabbergasted. "What do you mean, Sara? You're the nicest, sweetest, most caring person that I know. What do you mean, you're not nice?" He absolutely, 100%, would not believe her.

Sara sighed, rubbing her forehead. She felt a migraine coming on, mostly due to all the crying. She took a deep breath in, slowly letting it out before continuing. "I've...done some stuff, in my past. I...I honestly shouldn't be where I am today, but I am. And for my past sins...I was...punished," she said, whispering the last part. Greg didn't interrupt her...she was finally opening up to him, and he wasn't about to wreck it with his big mouth. "When I was pregnant with Meggi, I had...gone through a rough time, especially when her father died." A few tears appeared, but didn't fall. Greg squeezed her hand, once more, letting her know that he wasn't here to judge her. She took a moment, allowing her eyes to stray away from him. She couldn't look at him, now...not for what she was going to say next. "I couldn't handle things, I was...I was basically a very horrible person. I'm actually lucky that we're both still here, but...her grandparents fought for custody and won, and I...I didn't fight it. They stayed in San Francisco, and I didn't see her for almost the first year of her life. That's when I came to Vegas, and they came right before her first Birthday. They had...forgiven me, and allowed me to see her afterwards, but always with someone...I wasn't allowed to be alone with her...my own daughter...can you believe that?" Sara asked outloud, a rhetorical question. But she sighed, shaking her head. "I can."

"Well, I can't," Greg finally spoke up, shaking his own head. "I mean, I don't know the mother side of you Sara, but I assume that it's the best side of who you are. She seems just fine, and you were apart of that. I can't imagine what you did that made them react like that."

Sara smiled, a sarcastic smile as she bit her lip, almost chuckling as she shook her head. "Oh...you may be surprised," she whispered.

Greg looked at her, almost in a new light, but not fully. He still didn't think that Sara was capable of any wrong. Mistakes, yes, but none so bad to lose her little girl. He was almost afraid to ask, but he had to. "What...what was it that you did?"

"Yea, what was it?"

Sara turned, seeing Catherine and Grissom in the doorway. How long had they been there? Sara sighed...now the moment of truth was really here, and she didn't know how she was going to handle this.

Actually, as strong as she was...

....she didn't know how she was going to handle anything, anymore.

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Ooooo, what did she do? Was it just a little bit of bad, or was it really bad? Sorry, all of this actually just came when I was writing it, I didn't really plan it out until I wrote, er...typed it out. Typing's better that way...and I'm rambling again, hehe.

Hope everyone who has read it enjoyed the second chapter. The third will hopefully be up in the next day or so. With the way I'm going...who knows, teeheehee.