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Nick and Lydie walked into the lounge and sat on the rather large sofa that was placed in the corner.

"How was your drive down?" Nick began

"Long, really long. I've been up for 25 hours now, this serial has Salt Lake in a panic and we're doing are best to calm them…ever ending job."

"Where are you from? Your southern drawl is coming out more and more as we talk."

"Atlanta, well a suburb of it actually. My accent gets really thick when I'm tired or talking with other southerners, such as your self."

"I don't think that mine ever goes away…"

Lydie took her mid-back length hair and swept it over her right shoulder and started to braid it.

"Lydie, would you like coffee or something like that?"

"Do you have tea?" she asked, still braiding her hair

"I think so…" Nick started to dig through the cabinet under the sink where the coffee and filters where kept. "Ahh…here it is!"

Lydie got up and walked over to the stove and started to put water in the kettle that sat on the upper left burner. After she had filled it with cool water and got a mug from the counter that was clean, she went back to the couch.

"Nick, I'm just going to put my head down until the water warms up, okay?" Lydie managed to say through a yawn

"Sure, I'll tell you when it's made…"

The gentle snoring that came from the couch cut off Nick's sentence. Moving over a few feet he could see Lydie, her head on the arm rest, lying on her stomach, and hand dangling inches from the tiled floor.

Nick left the lounge to get a blanket for Lydie just as Warrick Brown was coming in.

"Shhhhh…" Nick said pointing to Lydie's sleeping form

"Who's that?" he mouthed

"Lydie Jameson from Salt Lake. She's here to help with the murder investigation." Nick whispered back "I'm going to get her a blanket. Water is boiling for her tea, so watch it."

"Yeah, yeah."

Warrick walked over to the stove, saw that it was steaming, and turned off the burner. He really didn't want to wake the woman that was sleeping right in front of him, so he decided to just dump the water out. She looked so peaceful, and to wake her wouldn't be right.

After he got his fleece out of his locker, which is what he originally came in to the lounge to it, Warrick left the sleeping Lydie. Right outside the door was Grissom, looking through the glass to his daughter. She took his breath away, just like Hannah could all those years ago.

"Hey, Griss. What's up?"

"Is that Lydie Jameson?"

"Yeah, she's here for that murder investigation. She is also asleep, and snoring."

"Hannah snored too, her own cute little snore. I could listen to that sound forever."

"Should I wake her?"

"I don't know, Griss. She seems really out."

"I'll give her a few minutes. I need to go in there anyway. Coffee run."

"See ya around." Warrick said as he walked down the hall to the DNA lab

Grissom went to get his coffee all the while looking at Lydie. He loved her even more than he could put in to words, and now she was just feet from him.

"She can't ever know. She has her own life, one that I wasn't supposed to be part of."

Sitting in the chair that was set across from the couch, Gil whispered

"Ms. Jameson?" the was no response so he said it a little louder "Ms. Jameson?"

Lydie shot up like a bolt and her eyes bugged out slightly.

"Sorry to scare you."

"Oh, that's quite alright. My fault for falling asleep on the couch here."

"Catherine said that you were looking for me?"

"If you're Gil Grissom, than yes I am."

"I'm Gil Grissom."

"Well I'm Lydie Jameson, but please just call me Lydie."

"So are you ready to work, Lydie?"

"My stuff is out in the SUV, so I'll be right back." Lydie said, getting on her coat and hat. Getting up and walking out the door, she sighed and let her head fall back.

Grissom knew what he had to do now.