Summary: Ray, Abby and Carter get too attached to a patient! What will happen when they found she is a relation to one of their own?

Disclaimer: I don't own ER! Nope, none of it! However, I do own Sarah, and both detectives; so you can't have them!

Author's Note: Okay I'm so very, very, very, very sorry! I meant to post again the next day, but the next day never came for my computer. It has been laid to rest, and has not been replaced. In fact, right now, I'm writing this on Thought's computer at 1 in the morning. So anyways…

Breath of Life

Detective Ryder began with the important information that they held. "Sarah, your full name is Sarah Margaret Anasazi-Cobb." Sarah sat in silence as she took this in.

"Your legal guardians are…were I should say were Bryanne Anasazi and Thomas Cobb. They lived in Las Vegas," Detective Morrow followed.

"Why are you saying this in past tense?" Sarah calmly asked.

"They were found dead in your home last week, after they reportedly didn't pay the ransom that they were asked for, for your safe return."

"Oh," Sarah sighed.

"Your birth mother's name is Cassandra Brown. She lives in Reno and gave you up for adoption immediately after you were born, to her friend, Ms. Anasazi." Detective Ryder continued.

"Okay…?" Sarah was becoming slightly puzzled.

"Your birth mother was addicted to heroin, as were your adoptive parents. The only difference was that your parents were rich. Your father's father-your grandfather- was in oil, and your father was slowly gambling the fortune he left away."

"Great. So I guess I have no family that really wants me, then, do I?"

"Unfortunately that seems the case," the shorter female detective said. "Detective Ryder and I are sorry.'

"Don't be. From what I remember of my parents, which isn't much, they weren't really great."

"We have to be going. We're glad we were able to help," Detective Ryder said. Brief polite goodbyes were exchanged, and then the detectives were gone.

"Well, that was interesting, to say the least." Sarah said. She was totally devoid of expression, thought and emotion.

"Are you okay?" Abby inquired. She was deeply disturbed about the life that this girl had been forced to live and re-live. It was way too much for a fourteen year old to grasp.

"Sure," Sarah replied, "at least you all care enough for me."

"Of course we do," John answered. He didn't want to think about all this young girl had learned in a span of twenty minutes. It wasn't right. No one should ever have to go through that, certainly not a 14 year old girl. It was just heartless and cruel for people to even think about doing this to children, never mind a child as sweet as Sarah.

"And we'll be there for you, as long as you need us," Ray added. He looked closely at Sarah. He suddenly noticed something that he had been told at least 3 times since he had come to meet the young girl in the ER, almost 2 full months before. He noticed her blondish brownish reddish hair. He noticed the brownish eyes. He noticed all the things he never noticed before.

"Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week," Abby finished. This sweet, innocent child had just bee through so much, she thought, and she isn't even fazed by it. She must be so strong, so barred to take all of it and still be able to remain calm. Even she wouldn't be able to so it.

"Just please stay with me. Please never leave me," Sarah whispered, "Please stay with me forever."

Author's Note: Thank you for bearing with me as my computer was crapping put. Please note that not I have a much better one anyways. And since Thought let me write part of this on her computer, I must agree to once again make you guess stuff. You must find me Thought's influence in my work. You may use Thought's writing as a basis. As always it would be greatly appreciated if you click the little button down there, and write a little message. Thank you, and sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused you.