My reviewers are the coolest people in the world! You guys are awesome and I hope you continue to enjoy the story. Someone mentioned I should have a disclaimer so here it is.

DISCLAIMER- I own them. And anything else that has to do with CSI. But then I wake up in my shoddy apartment shared with obnoxious roommates and remember I am still a lowly college student eating ramen, and that it was all a dream. Oh well. But George Eads had appeared in my dreams before, and he was glorious!

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"Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth."

Benjamin Disraeli

"Can I watch Nemo?" Sadie asked.

"Again?" Sara questioned. "Sure, I guess, hey Greg could you put the movie in for her? I'm going to make some coffee, do you want some?"

"I guess, you wouldn't happen to have any of the blue Hawaiian I gave you for Christmas?" Greg asked.

"Come on, Greg, that was months ago! I polished that stuff of by mid-February at the most. So it's French Vanilla or Folgers, your choice."

"Well if you finished it off in February, you should have told me, I would have gotten you some for Valentine's Day." Greg smirked as he turned to look as Sara and batted his eyes. Sara just laughed. "I'll take French Vanilla."

Sara finished up the coffee and brought two mugs over to the kitchen table. Far enough away that they could talk, but close enough to keep and eye on Sadie. Sara motioned for Greg to join her. Greg looked at her and whined.

"But I want to watch the movie!"

"Greg, you own the movie. I'm sure you've already seen it a hundred times, and I'm sure you'll be able to watch it a hundred more."

"But Sara, I've only watched it like fifty times. And Crush is so cool."

"Who?" Sara asked realizing she had missed a large part of the movie last night. With a little more serious tone, she added, "Come on, Greg." Greg stood up and joined her at the table grumbling.

"So…" Sara started off.

"So…" Greg mocked her.

"So how was work?"

"It was ok," Greg began as he told her about his case and working with Sophia, but made sure to add, "It wasn't nearly as good as working with you, but luckily we got an easy case." And Greg chatted on about work. He asked Sara how her night had been.

He noticed Sara pause and take a deep breath before she began. "We watched some of the movie before falling asleep on the couch."

"Ahhhh, isn't that sweet?" Greg smiled at Sara but the smile wasn't returned. He could tell Sara was trying to figure out how to tell him something, something big. Finally she spoke.

"She woke up screaming. I woke up, and she just started sobbing. I told her it was just a dream, but she said it wasn't and told me about what had happened Thursday night. It's bad enough she saw what her mother did, but she told me about being punished by having food withheld. Who would do that to a child?" Greg noticed Sara become more and more agitated, and scooted closer to her. "And then we talked more," Greg could see the tears Sara was fighting. He knew Sara was strong. Stronger than any of them, but there was something more that was bearing on her. "And then she asked if she could stay with me forever." Greg sat there stunned. He didn't know what to say, or what to do. He wanted to go over and give Sara a bear hug, but knew Sara was not a touchy-feely person. Then again, she wasn't caring for a 5-year-old, dealing with booster seats and soccer mom's 48 hours ago.

"Are you considering it?" Greg tentatively asked.

"I…I… Don't know. She's too young to survive at a group home. And she may be too old for adoption. They can't send her to a group home. It's awful. I don't know what to do." Sara said trying to hold back tears.

"Sara, how do you know about group homes?" Greg asked. He could tell there was something personal she wasn't sharing, but didn't want to push it.

"I know, first hand." Was all Sara could chock out trying to hold back emotion. That was it, Greg didn't care if she was or wasn't a touchy-feely person, Greg went over to Sara and took her in his arms and just held her. He felt Sara relax into his arms as his shoulder began to feel dampness from her tears. They stood like that for a long time. Quietly, Greg whispered into her ear.

"I know you don't like people knowing your personal business, and I'm not going to ask you any questions. You can tell me if you want, you don't have to, but I'm here if you ever need me. Or if Sadie needs me, I'm here for both of you." Greg felt Sara tighten her grip around him and nod into his shoulder.

After Sara had calmed down, Greg suggested they join Sadie watching the movie. As Sara and Greg sat down on the couch, Sadie climbed into Sara's lap and asked.

"Now you're here, can we watch the movie from the beginning." Sara, finding this strange, but happy for a diversion, agreed. As the movie began, Sara found herself enjoying it very much. But there was also something else she enjoyed. Sadie sitting in her lap and Greg napping on Sara's shoulder, it just felt right. In the back of her mind, she also knew what was right to do.

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