Like Family

Disclaimer: 'mentally curses Jerry Bruckheimer' why should he get all the credit for the show? 'Reminds self to grow up and act my age' Ok it's his show but it's my fan fiction. Smiles

Summary: Sara reflects on her new "family". This is kind of a diary entry.

Sara's POV

When I first started working here five years ago I was a loner in every sense of the word. I am an only child, my dad's dead and my mom's in jail for killing him. My dad was an only child and my mom has a sister I've never met. The only friends I had ditched me d at the beginning of my sophomore year high school when they made the cheerleading squad (or as I call'em "the rat squad", what can I say I despise cheerleaders.) An: this is Sara talking not me. I was a cheerleader myself once upon a time ;). I found myself spending my free time at the library (where I'd read books on forensics) and the science labs. I guess that was when my interest in science was really piqued or more specifically when I decided I wanted to be a C.S.I., but enough about my past. Back to the present, where at the moment I was sitting in the break room during a lull, people watching while pretending to read the paper. Nick, Greg and Warrick were immersed in some video game and would occasionally yell something at each other, and Catherine and Grissom seemed to be too involved with each other to really notice anyone else; they were sitting side by side talking, laughing and occasionally offering a comment on the guys' childish behavior. This is one of those times that I see how much our little group was like a family. We have mom (Catherine), dad (Grissom), two older, sometimes overprotective brothers (Warrick and Nick), two sisters, one younger (that'd be me), and the other a kid (Lindsey, Catherine's daughter, who sometimes treated us more like older siblings than her mom's friends.) and of course the pesky, sometimes obnoxious little brother (Greg) I can't forget Jim Brass, who was sort of an uncle figure to the boys and me. I can't believe how much my life has changed since I moved here from San Francisco. I have a sorta family who I care about and who cares about me. As I think about it there's Nick, who I sorta have a crush on (though sometimes he's more like a big brother to me), there's Catherine and Grissom who seriously need to get a clue and admit how they really feel to each other, (The boys and I are planning on setting them up if they don't get it together soon. If we don't the place might combust with the heated looks they give each other when they think no one's looking), there's Greg, C.S.I. trainee, who's a little over eager to get into the game, there's Warrick, who I think has the hots for Mia, the new lab tech, there's Brass who just kinda watches the goings on and occasionally gives some input. Then there's me, once I didn't have any family and now I have three "brothers", "a kid sister" , an uncle, and a couple of surrogate parents who treat me more like one of their kids than any of my foster parents ever really did. I'm lucky, when I moved to Vegas I never thought I'd find a whole group of people who cared as much as these guys do. Now I not only have friends at and outside of work; I've got a nice big family in every since of the word. Guess the only thing I need now is someone who'll love me unconditionally and take good care of me. 'Smiles impishly' I think I'll go find Nick and make him take me to breakfast.