Sara was sitting on the living room couch stairing at the TV even though it wasn't on. She had put on her pajamas but couldn't bring herself to go to bed. She was afraid of the nightmares, she knew they would be especially bad today. This was one of those cases. It didn't help any that Grissom was in the spare room building something. Sara knew he was trying to be quiet, but he wasn't very good at it.
On their way home Grissom had made three stops. One to the pet shop, for food, and what looked like a scratching post different levels a cat could jump on. The next was to a hardware store, he had bought some boards and playground equipment. The final stop was to the bookstore. When he came back to the car he had three different books on chinchillas, and a copy of Metamorphosis.
"What does the Czechoslovakian novel have to do with anything?" Sara had asked him.
"It was on sale," Grissom said with a shrug.
Sara had opted to stay in the car for all of this, now she wished she hadn't, because she had absolutely no idea what Grissom had spent the last three hours doing.
"Sara I thought you went to bed." Grissom said walking into the living room.
"I couldn't sleep," She said moving over to let Grissom sit next to her. He obliged.
"I don't think you even tried." Sara bit her lip. "That's what I thought, you could use more sleep."
"Gil, I can't stop thinking about her." Sara said quietly.
"What if we adopted her," Grissom said. Sara looked at him, she couldn't read his face. Was he serious?
"We can't just adopt a kid. We... I can't be a parent. We work night shift. Not to even mention the fact that we know nothing about kids." Sara said.
"I think you're scared," Grissom said giving her one of those looks one that can make anyone second guess themselves. "Come and see what I made," He said changing the subject." He led her into the spare room that only hours ago had been empty.
The room was to small to be a bedroom, so Grissom hadn't bothered with it when he lived in the townhouse alone. When Sara moved in she couldn't think of anything to do with it, so she had put a few odd boxed of stuff in there and forgot about it. The boxes were now in the hall closet, and the room had been completely transformed.
It turns out the playground equipment were the grey pieces of plastic that looked like rocks that you could climb up. The two pieces led up to a small platform with a large cage on it full of bedding. Around the room there were shelves varying sizes that seemed to make stairs to a runway that went all the way around the top of the room. The cat post was sitting in another corner, and the box at the top currently held Max. The floor was littered with different toys for him.
Sara rolled her eyes. "How do you think Hank will take to him?" Grissom's eyes got big it appeared that this hadn't even occurred to him.
"Well I we have to make sure to keep the door closed." He said. "Let's go to bed." Sara nodded and followed him.
The blood was everywhere the entire floor was covered in it. Sara watched the familiar scene unfold in front of her she was processing the scene. A small girl was kneeling next to the man's body. "You can't be here, this is a closed scene." Sara told her.
The girl turned around "I have to stay, he told me to stay." She said. The big brown eyes stared at her.
"He didn't love you why are you staying?" The CSI asked the young Sara.
"He told me to stay." She said. Then something new happened, the dream had been the same for years. Tonight it changed. A new little girl walked in, it was Violet.
She took the young Sara's hand, and pulled her to her feet. They were about the same age and size. "Don't worry Sara I'll save you." She whispered to her.
AN: Sorry I guess I lied it turns out this chapter is shorter. It just seemed like the perfect place to end the chapter. Keep reviewing, I hope to have another chapter done today.