Disclaimer: Nothing new…the 'gang' still isn't mine.

Author's note: Please, pretty please, review! This is going to be the last update for a bit, but I will post again in a week or so. Until then, ado.

Grissom was sitting in his office, doing research on a new variety of locust that was recently discovered in the Australian Outback. Lydie walked into Grissom's office, red curls bouncing with each step, with a sheet of paper that had the makes off all the people who had contact with a liger in the west.

"Grissom," She said taking a seat across from the desk "This is the lit of all people who have come into contact with a lifer in the last six months."

Gil picked up the list and examined it's contents. There were only five manes, and two of those were female at the last crime scene make blood was found underneath he victim's fingernails. That left the list at three, and the significance of the liger was baffling my father and daughter.

"Lydie, how many ligers are there now?"

"One, in a university outside of Austin."

"All five work with the animal."

"Yeah…"

"Okay. I need you call up the Austin police and see if any murders fit the serial that we are dealing with,"

"Sure, I'll get right on it."

Lydie got up and took the list with her. While going to Nick's office to make the call, as now they were sharing the space, Catherine came up to Gil.

"Hey Grissom."

"Oh, hi." He said absent-mindedly

"What's wrong?"

"Hannah Laurel Jameson is back in my life."

"Is that bad?"

"I'm not 18 anymore Catherine. I mean this is a second chance, and I don't want to let it slip away."

"This is going to be a personal question."

"I don't mind. You already know how much I trust you."

"Have you ever, before now, considered looking Hannah up? Getting to know her again?"

"That's two questions, but I digress. Everyone and awhile I consider looking for her or getting a P.I. to track her down."

"This is your second chance Gil. Most people don't get a second chance. Don't let this slip by. Please, for you, for Hannah, for Lydie."

"I gave her the ring that I bought for her. I was surprised when it still fit her."

"Did she like it?"

"Yeah, she told me that she would have married me."

"So, did you decide to tell Lydie?"

"She doesn't even know that Hannah is here."

"Well, whatever you decide to do, I'm here to listen."

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Lydie was getting transferred form department to department when Mick came him. She had thought that he was classically handsome, and his kindness made her that much more attracted to him.

"Hey Lydie. How's it going?"

"Slow!" she mouthed, listening to yet another voice mail. "Hello, this is Lydie Jameson from the Salt Lake City Crime Lab. There is a case that I'm working that might evolve your cooperation, Please contact the Las Vegas Crime Lab where I am working this case. Good day."

"Well, hopefully they'll call back."

"Yeah. This lifer connection is bugging me."

"Lydie, would you like to go and get some dinner?"

"That sounds wonderful. I'd love to see the city."

"Is tonight okay?"

"Sure. The thing is, I don't have anything formal to wear, so where ever we go can't be that fancy."

"That's fine. I know just the place."

"Thanks Nick."

"For what?"

"Taking interest in me. Usually I'm the odd one out."

"You're a wonderfully beautiful woman, Lydie. However that doesn't even come close to describing how good of a person you are. Don't ever forget that."

"I won't."

"Good."

"So I'll see you at…"

"Seven."

"Seven it is then."

Nick flashed one of his smiles that caused Lydie's walls to fall a bit, and then he was gone.

"Seven it is!" Lydie whispered to herself, smiling