"So Sarah how's it going?" Warrick asked as she was finishing photograph the pieced together parts of the tail light.

"It's a high probably that this tail light comes from the car Greg and Grissom have in the garage."

"Anything other than a broken taillight lead you to that conclusion?" Warrick asked.

"The car has a tide mark on the inside."

"Which would indicate that it had been in a few feet of water."

"They're going to search the interior and the trunk for us once they're done with the undercarriage." Sara added. "What's in the bags?"

"Vic's clothes. I thought I'd take a quick look before I hung them up to dry. There are no hits with the fingerprints at the moment. Mia is going to run the DNA when she gets a chance."

"Good."

"By the way Nick was worried you were going to throw the tire at him." Warrick informed her.

"It would be easier to throw Oddjob's bowler hat."

"I didn't know you were a James Bond fan." Warrick commented.

"I'm not really. One of my foster mothers had a crush on Sean Connery." Warrick didn't say anything. "Nick mentioned that he told you about my parents."

"Yeah. I'm sorry Sara."

"It was a long time ago. Can you not tell anyone else? I'd rather not have people look at me differently because my mother stabbed my father to death."

"It's just between us." Warrick agreed. "But that must have been a tough thing to go through as a kid."

"Watching your father beat your mother is a hard thing too."

"I guess it explains why domestic violence cases hit you so hard."

"I hated foster care; science was the one constant in my life that made sense. The one thing my mom did right before she was sent to jail. She made the lawyer take the money she had been squirreling away into a bank account which he drew up papers saying we got when we turned 18. It paid for my dorm room the first semester at Harvard and some books. I worked two jobs to pay the rest of it myself."

"You didn't turn out too badly."

"I'm in need of years worth of therapy." Sara said. "But as much as I like this job, it's also my way of paying penance."

"Penance for what?" Warrick asked.

"Not calling the cops or telling someone before it got that far."

"Sara you were a kid it wasn't your fault." Warrick told her.

"This is why I don't talk about it." Sara wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Need a hug?"

"I need to figure out who she is."

"Okay." Warrick said knowing she needed him to drop the subject. "Let's take a look at these clothes."

"Would you look at that carpet fibres." Warrick said when he lifted them from the back of her jeans.

"What colour?"

"I'll have to look under the microscope but it looks grey."

"If we can match it to the back of the car Grissom has."

"What if it isn't that car?"

"It will still help us narrow it down." Sara said. "Besides something good should happen today."

"Why is that?"

"It's the 19th anniversary today."

"But you were in such a good mood earlier."

"I forgot until I had to write the date down. It was a long time ago."

"Does Nick know?"

"No. Don't tell him." Sara replied.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Let's get those fibres to trace get an exact colour match. I'll go and see if I can get a sample from Grissom."

"Hey Sara." Greg said.

"Did you get a carpet sample from inside the trunk?" Sara inquired.

"Carpet sample, grey and we also got a water sample I'm presuming you got a sample from Lake Mead." Grissom said.

"Warrick did." Sara confirmed.

"We also found some other trace." Grissom said.

"Warrick found some carpet fibres on the back of her jeans. Grey."

"Hey Sara are you okay?" Greg asked.

"I'm fine why?"

"You're mascara is smudged."

"I rubbed my eye earlier." Sara rubbed under her eye. "Better?"

"Yes."

TBC