MP-Hello everyone, it hasn't been that long. I had some extra time this morning while Hubby and baby were still sleeping and had some inspiration to pop out a new chapter. I hope you like this one, I know I left on a bit of a cliffhanger with the last one, I would probably get used to that lol. Anyways, if you do like this chapter, please leave me a review letting me know what you did like. Tell me what you wanna see from this story in the future. If you're enjoying this story so far, feel free to favourite and follow to be alerted when a new chapter comes out. Thnx

Brown Hair and Blue Eyes

By: MandasPandas1011

Chapter 2

His hands trembled excitedly as he approached the apartment block. He was hoping that she hadn't moved. When he had opened up the phone book, her number and name had been listed the same. He got out of the taxi, waved the driver adieu and turned to the large apartment complex. It was a tall, grey stone building, with what looked like hundreds of balconies. He made his way up to the door and slipped into the entryway. He looked through the directory and to his relief there it was. S. Sidle. His heart pounded as he reached over to push the buzzer, but a thought pulled him back. What was he about to do? Would she even let him up?

"Doors open dear," a small voice came from behind him.

He turned to see a small older woman propping the door open. She had a small poodle by her feet who was pawing at the ground excited to go out. Gil hurried to the door, relieving the woman from its weight.

"Thank you ma'am" he smiled, going to slip inside.

"You're that Grissom boy." she stopped him, giving a small chuckle. "I remember you."

He was shocked that anyone would've remembered him, from all those years ago. He gave her a small smile, and she returned it.

"My name is Mabel Cross," she introduced herself. "I am Miss Sara's neighbour. We meet a few times."

"Oh, yes Mrs. Cross," he remembered. "It is a pleasure to see you again."

"You as well," she grinned. "They have been expecting you for quite a while now."

He looked at her puzzled. They, but before he could question her the small dog gave a bark.

"Well, must be going" she waved. "Winnie here must relieve himself."

With that she slipped outside, Gil just stared at the void where she had once stood for a few minutes. He pondered what the woman had said, he was shaken from his thought when the elevator beeped. He turned quickly and ran for the elevator, making it just in time before the doors shut. He pushed the button for the 8th floor. It was so like Sara to live in the center of the building. Not low enough to worry about intruders coming in from the ground, yet not high enough to make exit impossible in case of a fire. She always thought out scenarios like that for every situation, that was something he truly admired about her. The elevator screeched to a halt, Gil looked up and realized this was his floor. He excited as the doors opened and he was in a familiar hallway. The bright orange carpet was as vibrant as it had been in his memories. Mixing with the textured cream yellow wallpaper, it was like he was stepping back into the past. He remembered walking down these halls many times, all the way down to the end and to the left. There it was, behind this door was her. He gulped staring at the metallic gold numbers.

"Here we go," he sighed, closing his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind.

He reached up and grabbed onto the knocker, It took all his mental strength to finally knock it. His hand quickly fell to his side, as he stood there. It seemed like ages, he waited filled with anticipation. He heard a shuffling from inside and brief muffled voice calling from inside. A knot turned in his stomach, as footsteps approached the door. He heard a fumbling with the knob and saw it turning ever so slightly. Soon the door lurched forward, but the sight he saw on the other side had not been what he was expecting.

"Hello," a small sweet voice answered.

There in the doorway was a small girl in pink and purple flannel pajamas. Her hair was brown and the long strands were sticking up in a crazy fashion. She stared up to him and gave him a small smile, a Sidle smile. It, however, was her eyes that caught her attention. Dazzling blue orbs that caught the light in a way that only cause them to be brighter. He knew these eyes well, as they were the same eyes that greeted him in the mirror every morning. He finally spoke.

"Hello," he smiled back, leaning down slightly. "Is there a Sara that lives here?"

The girl turned back into the apartment and then back to him.

"My mommy currently in the shower," she said, placing a small leg in front of the door in an attempt to keep it open.

Gil placed a hand on the door to steady it an gave her a smile.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," she continued. "I can tell here you came by. Name, please?"

"Gil," he chuckled.

The girl looked shocked, cocked her head to the side and she stared at him. She reached up her tiny hands and placed them on his face. He stood frozen unsure what to do, as she traced every crease. She looked into his eyes and gave him a sweet smile.

"Daddy?"

He looked and her in udder shock. Quickly, grabbed onto his shirt and was pulling him into the apartment. He followed and was soon standing in the front hallway. She let go of his shirt and he straightened up. She walked forward and then spun around.

"Shoes off please," she ordered. "Then you can sit on the couch. I'll be right back."

He did as the girl told him and then wandered over to the couch. She had run down the hallway and disappeared down the end. He sat there, his mind going a mile a minute. What had just transpired in the last 5 minutes? He could hear the girl shouting at the end of the hall where he knew the bathroom was.

"Mommy, Mommy," her voice excited and urgent. "Daddy's Back, Daddy's Back."

The pipes lurched with the sound of the shower being shut off. The metallic screeching of the curtain being thrown back, followed closely by wet feet hitting the tile and squishing towards the door.

"Mommy, Mommy," she said as the door clicked open.

"What is it, Eliza?"

She straightened at the sound of her voice, with its smooth tone. Even if she sounded annoyed, it was still as sweet as ever. The hairs on his arms stood up and heard footsteps coming closer towards him. They finally came into view, little Eliza pulling her mother by the sleeve of her robe. She hadn't noticed him right away, she was attempting to scold her daughter for interrupting her shower.

"Eliza," she scoffed. "What could be so importan.."

She looked up and saw him there. A lump formed in her throat, her mind raced. She was unsure how to feel, so many emotions were bubbling up inside her. He just stared at her taking every inch of her perfect form in. He got up and walked towards her. Before she could protest he had her wrapped up into his arms and she just melted way into him. They stood there a minute before either one could speak.

"Gil," Sara sniffled tears in her eyes.

"I missed you Sara!" he interrupted, squeezing her tighter.