Gil Grissom had been sitting on the edge of his couch looking at the phone for almost twenty minutes. Lydie had given him Hannah's number, and Gil was still trying to get his thoughts together. Usually he knew what he needed to say, but he found it very hard to talk to the woman he was going to marry all those years ago. Finally after getting up the last bit of courage, Grissom dialed the number. After it began to ring, he couldn't wait to hear Hannah's voice, the voice that he use to say came from an angel.

"Hello?" a female voice answered

"Hannah Jameson?"

"Yes… Who is this?"

"You tell me Hannah Banana."

"Oh my -----. Gil?!

Grissom just had to smile to him self. He could just picture Hannah pulling at her hair, just like she did all those years ago when she got excited.

"Yep, it's me."

"How did you…"

"How did I get your number?"

"Yeah."

"What you aren't happy that I called?" Grissom's voice was starting to get a tone of panic in it

"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be? I was just curious how you got my number, I mean I have it as unlisted."

"I got it from…"

"Who?" Hannah asked concerned. The Gil that she knew and loved with every thing that she could love someone with wasn't like that. He was lively and was always brave for her.

"Lydie."

"Our Lydie? How, Love?"

Love was Hannah's pet name for Gil, just like he called her Hannah Banana. She hadn't called anyone that since that day he told her that she was being sent away to have Lydie.

"Well, I'm a Crime Scene Analyst in Las Vegas now. There was a crime that fit the pattern of a serial killer in Salt Lake City. Lydie was the one who was sent down to help us."

"How did you know that it was our Lydie?"

"Her ID said 'Lydie A. Jameson." Besides she is just as beautiful as you were, and I'm positive, still are."

"That is insane, Love. I mean how one in a quadrillion of a chance this is."

"She doesn't know that I'm her father. All she knows is that me and you knew each other when."

"So what are you going to do? I mean she doesn't know that I'm her mother."

"I guess nothing then, Hannah Banana. I want to so much it breaks my heart not to tell her. I love her so much, I've always loved her."

"So, Love, what have you been up to?"

Grissom just laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"In the last thirty years I've done a lot."

"Okay then, we'll start with the basics. Married?"

"Nope, you?"

"How could I? I never fell out of love with you."

"I love you more now than I never did, Hannah."

"Any kids?"

"Lydie."

"Dumb question on my part I guess." Hannah said though her cute giggle, the one that hadn't changed in all those years and Gil still loved.

"So, what would you say if I said that I wanted to see you?"

"I'd say when is the next flight to Sin City."

"You can catch a red eye flight out of Boston, no?

"I'll be there by eight tomorrow night."

"Ado, Hannah Banana."

"I love you too."

Hannah hung up the phone and ran to get packed for her impromptu flight. Gil, all those miles away, sat back on the sofa, and smiled. His Hannah was coming to see him.