Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me.
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"Hi honey," Catherine cooed, as she got a chance to meet with Sophia.
"Her nap time is in forty-five minutes. We can only stay for a little bit," the grandfather said, as he moved her from his left knee to his right.
"Oh, this'll be over quick. I just wanted to make sure I couldn't get anything off of her. You know, just to be one hundred percent sure," Catherine said, as she gave the baby a once over.
"Where's the rest of your group?" he said, looking over Catherine's shoulder.
"Oh, they have other business to attend to," she said, whispering sweet nothings in a baby voice to Sophia.
"Other business?"
"Yes, they did an investigation on how long they could last without a meal. Apparently, not more than five hours," she said, making a slight joke.
"Ms. Willows, are we done here?" he said, becoming slightly agitated as the baby began to cry.
"Yes, we are. How old is little Sophia?"
"She'll be a year on May 13th, he said, getting up from the table and leaving the small café.
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"Who do you think did it? I mean, you talked to the babysitter and --," Sara said, as she sat between Nick's legs.
"Uchm, excuse me, it's child-care giver," he said, recalling Grissom being corrected earlier in the day.
"Um, OK. Sorry," Sara said, confused. "Anyway," she said, realizing there was no use fighting with him, "what did you think of her?"
"She seemed nice enough. I highly doubt it was her," he said, as Sara turned around so that her back was up against his chest.
"Would she have any motive?" Catherine said, listening to the entire conversation.
"Not really. She was never married, but seemed to put up some sort of guard the second I asked her if she was with anyone the night of the murders. Maybe she's bitter about something," he said, rubbing Sara's shoulders and she snuggled against him.
"That's exactly right, Nick," Grissom said, popping his head in from his room. "Where's Warrick?"
"Downstairs," Sara said, removing herself from Nick's embrace. "He found a girl at the gas station we stopped at on our way back here."
"Alright," Grissom said, "Marjorie, our babysitter, was pregnant. A little over a year ago. What happened to the baby, we don't know."
"Pregnant? Did she work with the Casciola's during the pregnancy?" Catherine asked, sitting on the bed.
"According to the grandfather, she worked throughout the whole thing. All the way up until the day she gave birth," Grissom said, reading over the notes he had taken when he interviewed Mr. Casciola.
"What day was that?"
"May 13th, of this year," Grissom said, again referring to his notes.
"May 13th?" Catherine said, recalling what she had heard earlier that day.
"Yes, Catherine. Why?" Grissom said, taking off his glasses.
"Well, Sophia was born on the same day that Ms. Wackson gave birth," Catherine said, trying to put the pieces together. "We're missing something."
"Catherine, it may be purely coincidental that the dates are the same," Nick said, chiming in.
"Maybe, but.. it's just too much of a coincidence."
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Wow, two sucky chapters in a row. I'm going for a record, I tell you. Well, read and review!
