An:  Hi everyone, thanks for all of the support.  This chapter sees the introduction of my new beta…Amy924…you can take a bow now.

During the flight from California to Vegas Grissom dozed lightly while his mother flicked through some brochures from the various Las Vegas galleries, unfortunately most seemed to be housed inside Casinos.  Tapping her son's arm and gesturing to the brochures she signed,

'Since when did Casinos become a mecca for culture and the arts,'

'It's not all about gambling and boxing now you know!'

'It's still tacky though.'  They shared a quiet laugh during which Grissom observed the curious look that they received from the various children seats near to them.

'So, tell me more about what you do when you are not at work.'

'I look after whatever research species that I have, at the minute I am starting a habitat for termite larvae.  That means that I have to be careful in their handling obviously.  I have to keep them in a rented garage as I can't risk bringing them into the house, but I can take a break from that for a bit while you are here.'

'What colleges are you touring this year?'

'…I'm just publishing this year; I haven't toured for a while actually!'

'I thought that you enjoyed that?'

'I did, I'm not sure really, I guess a while back I questioned whether or not I had the values to be a good teacher.'

'What do you mean?'

'oh…just the college atmosphere, students with crushes, coming to class with hangovers and most of them only there because the had to be.'

'Did any students have crushes on you?'

'…Probably…I don't know!'

'Any of them ever do anything about it?'

'NO…God mom no.  That is illegal.  No.'

'Just because it is illegal doesn't mean it doesn't happen!'

At this point Grissom felt that he had been saved by the bell as the Captain announced that seatbelts were to be fastened for their descent.

Grissom and Kath busied their way through the Airport out to his car.  Soon they were heading into the city. 

'So are you gonna show me where you spend all of your time or not?'

'Where?'

'The lab Gil, the lab.'

'oh…when do you want to go?'

'What are we doing now?'

'You want to go now?'

'Yes, and didn't I teach you not to answer a question with a question?'

'I want to go see your habitat!'

'Ok' we will go to the lab.'

'I doubt anyone will be there it is 5am on a Sunday morning, This is a busy shift, never know I might be tempted to do some work.'

'I also raised a comedian it seems!'

As they pulled into the lab car park Grissom noticed that as he expected all of the Tahoe's were elsewhere.  At least he could do the tour while avoiding the introductions.  As they made their way through the halls towards his office Grissom saw something in front catch his mothers eye, glancing up Grissom noticed a familiar form heading towards them reading what appeared to be a trace report.

"Sara"

"Griss what are you doing here, oh guess you don't think that I can handle a Saturday night either."

He had to think fast he couldn't hurt her any more nor appear rude in front of his mother

"Not at all…I have someone here I wanted to introduce you to."  Grissom gestured to his mother who was taking in the body language from the exchange and lip reading what she could.  One thing she knew for certain though is that this is definitely the woman in the picture in Gils wallet, and she sure seemed pissed off with him about something although her facial expression eased considerably during their conversation.

"Sara this is my mother Kathleen, She prefers Kath though." As he spoke he spelt out Kath in sign language.  Turning to his mother he signed,

'Mom, this is…Sara.'