"Its ok Sara, I am here, nothing will happen to you anymore, no one will hurt you anymore, I will make sure of that!"
"What was your nightmare about, hun, do you want to talk about it?"
"In a minute, Griss, just hold me for a second first." Sara sucked herself into his chest and began, "It was July of 1984. Harold was drunk again, Laura was being her usual self. She hit me, because I wouldn't give another can of beer to Harold, she kept referring to him as my father, he wasn't my father I was so up set. After she hit me, I ran to my room, or rather my closet. It was the night Andy was out drinking, he wasn't home. I went to my room and opened up my textbooks and began to study, I did that a lot, and it offered me a release from my life. They thought I was crazy. Harold had his eye on me; he wanted me for himself. I was sitting on the floor rocking myself back and forth, I did that often. My dream ended there and the nightmare started!" Sara began crying and Grissom started to hold her closer. Laura was passed out on the couch, strung out on the new flavor of the week. She was strung out more than not when I was a kid. I was in my room studying when I was interrupted by the drunk slurring his words at me. He called me a bitch, he always did. He slapped me because I called him a moron." Sara rubbed her cheek, the wound felt like it was fresh. "HE knocked me out, when I woke up, I was naked, sore, gagged and tied to the bed. I wiggled myself loose and went to my room, that was where Andy found me. He was so mad, I was bruised, and battered, he was not aware completely what Harold was doing to me, but he knew now. He ran and got the bat and beat him to death. Laura woke up from her drugged state and picked up the bat and beat Andy to death. I watched it all. It was awful, I was covered in blood when I ran next door to get help."
"Sara, how long have you been having nightmares about this?"
"Since July 1984!"
"Were you aware of what really went on? Were you old enough to understand, really?"
"No, that is why I was looking up the court case. She killed my brother who was only trying to protect me, something she refused to do, and now she is going to get out. It is not fair. I will go on the stands and tell them what happened if I have to."
"Did they take a statement when it happened?"
"I was in shock, they could pretty much piece it together from my injuries, so they left me alone. They threw me into foster care and forgot about me. I had older "brothers" who raped me, I was damaged goods, so what did it hurt," Sara began to cry hard.
"Sara, you can stop, you don't have to talk about this you know!"
"I know, Griss, but I need to talk about it, I was not happy until I found Jim and Sandra. They were so nice, they were hippies, and did I tell you that?"
"NO!"
"Yeah, they were peace loving hippies who couldn't have their own kids, they loved me like their own, They even paid for me to got to college, I could never thank them enough for that."
"It was good you found them, if not, I don't even want to think what would have happened to you!"
"Me either!" Sara snuggled back into Grissom's chest. "Will you hold me while I sleep, Griss, so that I won't have anymore nightmares?"
"Sure Sara, if that is what you want!"
It was only a few minutes before sleep succumbed Sara and not long after Grissom followed.