Simone couldn't do it. She could even go near this case. Grissom and Catherine both understood that. So they had her do simple tasks, ones that didn't involve having to see a dead baby. But when she saw Grissom fucking up her brothers work, she knew she was going to have to get involved.

"Grissom! Leave him alone. I'll do the tests okay?" Simone glared at him.

"Don't get involved in this, Simone."

"I'm involved in this, Grissom." She snatched the Zachary Anderson case file from Grissom's hands. "Maybe you should be a little less involved."

"Simone, DNA isn't your job. It's Greg's. If he isn't going to do it-"

"HE WAS DOING HIS JOB! You tossed it out of the room on a cart. Seriously Grissom. We'll catch the guy, but you've got to give us the chance. Terrorizing the people who get this shit done as fast as they can isn't as professional as you seem to think it is!"

"It isn't about being professional. It's about catching a killer."

"Yeah? Well, the way you're acting right now? Not gonna catch the killer. It's gonna let him slip away. You remember what you told Sara? Nothing is personal. No victim should be special. Everyone follows you. You're the leader."

"Everyone didn't find that baby. I did. And he is dead because someone lost their temper, or screwed up, or who knows." Grissom lowered his voice to barely over a whisper. "So excuse me, but this victim is special."

Grissom walked out, and Simone turned around, grabbing a vial of blood. Greg watched his sister carefully, waiting for the clear signs of a break down.

"Simone..."

"Don't talk, Greg. Just work. For God's sake, just work, please."

Greg nodded, and grabbed a vial too.

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"You should probably give them this in person, 'Rick." Simone avoided eye contact as she handed Warrick the DNA results.

"I will." He turned to walk away, but paused, looking back at his favorite little white girl. "Hey...You alright?"

"Mmhmm."

"Simone..."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright. Just. You should probably give that to Griss."

"Okay..."

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"Simone." Catherine took a seat across from the younger girl, who was writing down evidence from a different case, helping Greg get rid of the backlogging. Simone rose her eyes to meet Catherine's, then they drifted to Grissom who was lingering awkwardly in the doorway. She dropped her eyes and continued writing.

"Yes?"

"Anderson cheated on his wife." Grissom stated.

"With his secretary. I heard."

"Well," Grissom crossed his arms, leaning on the frame. "What if Mrs. Anderson knew about it."

"Wait, wait, wait. Woman kills the son to get back at the husband for an affair?" Catherine shook her head. "Doesn't make sense. A woman would typically go after the husband not the baby."

Simone stood and went to a microscope.

"It's unusual, yes, but not unheard of." She wrote the results down too. "There have been instances where women killed their children to get back at a spouse. Particularly if there has been an affair, and particularly if the child was male."

"Well, I don't buy it. I just don't, Doc." Simone rolled her eyes at that. "Simone, Mrs. Anderson really loved that baby.."

"Well, Maybe why that's why the mama is in so much pain now?"

"Greg, nose. Down microscope. NOW!"

"Fine," Greg whined. "Stupid little sister. Stupid doctorate. Stupid...world."

"The guy cheats, but the mom commits murder. How come moms always end up the bad guy with you Freud types?"

"Wha- Whatever. Turns out-" Simone handed Catherine a folder. "- This mom is a bad guy. Mr. Violent-Son? She Gave him SBS. Shook the kid so hard, he had to go to the hospital. She shook him into unconciousness."

"Is-is this authentic?"

"There's a statemnet in there from the arresting officer from Oregon. Mrs. Anderson is a known child abuser."

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"Simone?" Grissom sat across from the girl. Greg had gone home for the day. Simone had decided to finish off the logging. "Hey!" He placed his hand over hers, stopping her writing.

"What?"

"I'm sorry!"

Her eyes met his.

"Really?" She was an obvious skeptic by nature.

"Yes, really. You were right. My temper? It was getting us nowhere. It was actually you that got the case moving along. All I managed to do was scare Greg."

"Shitless." Simone agreed. Grissom chuckled.

"So...Go home."

"I'm just going to finish this. Being back logged is annoying as a mother fucker."

"Oh, Alright." Grissom smiled and went to head out. "It was Robbie."

"What?" Simone looked up again.

"The killer. It was Robbie."

"Oh..."

"I just thought you should know."

"Thanks."

"Goodnight Simone."

"'Night, Griss."

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"Shh!" Simone quietly hushed Dallas. She picked her yapping puppy up and stroked his soft fur. She sighed and set him on the ground. She locked the door before sitting down on one of the three steps that led up into the house. She pulled her converse off, tossing them into her room as she passed the door. She walked through the house, past the two guestrooms and the guest bathroom, past the kitchen and dining room.

She knocked lightly on Gregs door, knowing he wouldn't be asleep yet.

"Greg?"

"Yeah?" He looked up from the book he was reading, seeing the signs he'd been looking for all day. "Oh, Simone, come here."

Tears welled up in her eyes but she crawled into Greg's bed and into her brother's arms.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"He was just a baby, Greg! W-what if I have Nick's baby? What if it dies? I won't be able to handle that! What would I do!" Simone sobbed quietly.

"We would all help you through it. You know we would. You'd handle it." Greg pressed multiple kisses to his sisters temple, and just held her. Pretty soon, her tears stopped and she was in a deep sleep.

He cursed quietly when the doorbell rang. It was like a siren in the silence of the house. It was about ten in the morning. He'd gotten out of work at eight thirty. Simone about an hour later.

He opened the door. He had the perfect response formulating in his mind but it all washed away once he saw the girl standing there.

"Uh. Hi. Sorry this was a bad idea. I'm just going to go." The Australian accent just made the girl even more wonderful.

"No, no. Sorry, it's just, my sister's asleep. I'm Greg Sanders. Did you-Did you need something?"

"Uhm." The Girl pushed a strand of long brown hair behind her ear. "Sorry. I'm Mimi. Demitria. I just moved in to the house next door." Demitria pointed at the house that Frank and Marge owned. Well technically they owned all three houses. Greg and Simone payed them 800 a month. All three houses together equaled around 288,000 a year.

"Oh. That...That's awesome. Um...Welcome to the neighborhood?" Greg chuckled nervously.

"Uh...Thanks." Demitria rubbed the back of her neck.

"Okay...Simone's going to kill me if I don't do this. You wanna get dinner with us some time? Me, Simone and her boyfriend Nick, I mean? Well technically it'll have to be breakfas or...brunch cuz we work nights but-"

"Sure, Greg." Mimi smiled. "I'd like that. Um...Here." She held out her phone. Greg egarly took it and typed in his number, Simone's, and the house phone for good measure. He handed it back. "Uh...I'll call to make plans?"

"Yeah, sure! Definately! I look foreward to it!"

"Okay." Mimi chuckled. She smiled at him and turned to walk down the walkway. Greg grinned and closed the door. Then began to instantly scold himself.

"I look forward to it?" He scoffed softly. Dallas picked his head up from his doggy bed and yapped quietly. "What are you laughing at, Dal?" The dog barked again. "Shut up before you wake your mommy up!" Greg laughed, patting the dog on the head as he lay on the couch to sleep, seeing as his sister took over his bed.

In the next house over, the house on the right, Marge looked up from her oats.

"Frank? Why would we get even more kids to move in? Them Sanders siblings make enough racket as it is!"

"Shut up, Woman, and eat your oats!"