A/N Right everyone, had to repost because I forgot to spellcheck, but yeah here you go, don't forget to leave a review, cheer me up I'm lonesome, do the right thing etc. Enjoy yourself reading this blah blah...

"Iris!" The sound echoed around the court yard, and everyone suddenly went very quiet. Gil wasn't sure why he had yelled out her name, the name he and Maggie had given her, but that she probably didn't use anymore. As soon as he had, everyone had turned to look at him, except her. She kept her back to him for what seemed like hours, before turning to face him – in reality she had turned at the same time as everyone else.

After all, he had called her name – her middle name, but there was no one else at the school with that name. This strange man, who looked like he hadn't shaved in weeks, but looked scarily familiar to her. She felt her chest tighten, but she wasn't sure why.

He was still staring at her, and she realised he was waiting for her to say or do something. She was rooted to the spot, her mouth hung open slightly, but she still didn't know why. She tried to speak, but no sound would come out. He was staring directly at her, like he recognised her, but she still couldn't place him.

Her friends were looking at her now, too, with puzzled looks on their faces. To them, as much as they cared for her, she had always been weird – she was interested in learning unlike every other girl her age, she preferred staying in to going out with the group, among other things. And now a creepy looking guy had shown up in front of the school shouting a name that wasn't even hers, and she was responding. To them, she was just their odd friend Katy.

"Iris?" He was asking this time, and was struck by an enormous feeling of relief and joy when she slowly nodded her head. She had never seen him before, but she felt deep down inside that she knew him, just like she knew today was Wednesday. She started to walk towards him.

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As soon as she was standing close enough to see him properly, but far enough that it could be classed as a 'safe distance', she was definitely sure she knew him. Looking into his eyes and seeing herself reflected back, she felt something she was sure she hadn't felt in years. She felt like she belonged.

Her mother had always let her know how special she was. Her first daughter had died before Katy was born, so she was always very protective – never let her go out and play with her friends, never left her with a babysitter, always dropped her off outside her school and picked her up from the same place once it was time to go home. But that was understandable, she had no other family and was a bit of a loner. She always told Katy that her dad had walked out before she was born, but she could remember a man being there, remembered him taking her to the park. Now she wasn't sure of anything her mother had told her.

Gil looked at her, and saw the confused look on her face. People around them had starting moving again, were walking passed them like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but he couldn't hear anything, and he couldn't see them either – all her could see was her – but he could feel them moving. He felt like he should say something but his mouth was suddenly very dry. He was very glad when she said something instead.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Gil Grissom. Do you remember me?" he wasn't sure if she would know where to remember him from, but he felt compelled to ask.

Katy looked at him, and suddenly it all fell into place.

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It was cold out so she couldn't go out and play. She hadn't been out to play for a while, but she couldn't complain. The lady had some really good picture books (even though she could read a little) and some great dolls. She wasn't really bored, she would have been happy just to sit and look at the picture in the magazines that were laying on the coffee table. But the lady had sat her down in front of the television – Tom and Jerry was on, and then Scooby Doo, her two favourite shows – while she had sat and looked out the window. The lady did that a lot.

In the middle of Tom and Jerry, a news bulletin had come on the TV. There was a photo of her, and then it cut to a clip of her Daddy talking in the park where the lady had picked her up from. Iris had got up from the carpet that made her legs itch and walked over to the lady. The blinds were pulled down and she was peering out through the slats.

"My Daddy's on TV! I thought you told me he didn't want me anymore...that's why you brought me here, because he asked you to. Right?"

The lady was angry. She said over and over again, "He'd not your Daddy, I'm your mommy, I always have been." Iris cried. The lady told her the story again. Iris cried some more. After a while, she stopped crying, so the lady stopped telling her the story. Iris forgot all about Gil and the lady was her new family. As she got older, it was the only family she thought she had ever known.

But sometimes she smelled a smell, or heard a noise, or saw something that reminded her that something wasn't right with her 'family'. There were no baby pictures of Katy in the house, something she had learnt when she was seven and had to do a school project on their childhood. Once, when her school had won a prize and the local newspaper wanted a group of children to have their picture taken, her mother had demanded that Katy be taken out of the photo and replaced with another child. She was applying for university this year, and wanted to find out about studying abroad. She didn't have a passport, which could be easily fixed, but she didn't have a birth certificate either, so she couldn't get one. She had always wondered if she was adopted – usually when she had a fight with her mother – because she couldn't remember the news bulletin, and had always wondered what her birth parents were like...

"Gil Grissom..." she repeated his name, as if trying to make it fit somewhere in her brain. He had called her Iris. Iris Grissom. That was her old name. It all made sense now. "Are you my Dad?"

He smiled broadly, a smile she remembered well, and he asked, "So you do remember me, then?"

"I don't know. I think so..." She remembered something he had said to her years ago, brought back by the sound of his voice, "I think so...Bugman..."

He laughed. That was her nickname for him. "Do you remember my nickname for you?"

"Your Little Ladybug!" she laughed. She remembered him – he was her father.

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He hadn't wanted to keep her from school, but she had insisted she was ahead in most of her classes anyway. He had found her, and he wasn't going to lose her again.

They walked round the corner to a café that she went to after school with friends. When her mother was at work, because when she wasn't she was at home waiting for Katy to come back, and panicked if she was a few minutes late. This was the first thing she wanted to ask Gil. What really happened, and what will they do about the woman who has been posing as he mother for 13 years?

"Her name is Olivia Fisher," she said after he had told the story of how she disappeared. "She told me you didn't want me anymore."

"Oh sweetheart, that was never true." he felt slightly embarrassed at calling her 'sweetheart' but she didn't seemed fazed by it. She smiled at the fact that he was trying to comfort her. He got out his phone from his pocket and dialled a number. "Jim, it's Gil. Yeah, I'm fine...Could you send a patrol car to the residence of Olivia Fisher...Send Catherine to the house...Yes, don't worry, I'll call and tell her what's going on. OK, bye." He hung up, called another number, and couldn't help but smile broadly when he told Catherine that he had found his daughter. He said goodbye and hung up once more.

He turned back to Katy, and asked if her mother would be home.

"She starts work at ten..." she checked her watch, "...so she should still be there. What's going to happen to her?"

Gil didn't really know how to answer. Olivia would go to jail for kidnapping, if Catherine could find the evidence – which she would, of course. He hadn't just asked her to go because they were friends, he could have asked Sara to go (even though she didn't know about Iris), but because Catherine was the best CSI he had. "We'll see." he told her. He felt like he was a father again.