Every day, well ok, every hour, I check my email and I receive so many awesome positive reviews. Thank you so much! Oh, and about the quotes, lately I've been getting them off of other than that I just look in search engines under 'quotes and lyrics'. I hope you all enjoy, it's about half way done.

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"History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again."

Maya Angelou

After leaving Catherine's Greg came back to Sara's apartment and stayed for dinner. Sadie and Greg were attempting to help Sara make spaghetti, but Sara's small kitchen provided a large obstacle. Finally Sadie and Greg gave up and went back into the living room to color. Sara was trying to prepare a pot of water for the spaghetti noodles, when the phone rang. Catching it before Greg did, she answered. It was Grissom calling to check up on her. It was considerate of him, but she wondered if it had anything to do with the increased amount of time she was spending with Catherine. Grissom had never discouraged a friendship between her and Catherine, but he had also not encouraged it either. Then again, Grissom and friendship weren't two things that meshed well. She hung up on Grissom when the pot started to boil water and make a mess everywhere. She finally got the spaghetti noodles cooked and cleaned up the kitchen in time to hear Greg starting to whine about being hungry.

"And how old are you?" Sara retorted.

"What does it matter? I'm hungry!" Greg whined again.

"Well, you're inpatient, and you're sitting at the coffee table coloring a book on bugs, how old are you?" Sara joked.

"I thought I might bring it in to Grissom," Greg tried to say with a straight face as he held up a picture of a cockroach, which Greg had added racing strips to.

"Yeah, you do that Greg, I dare you." Sara laughed. Greg got up and helped Sara set the table. When they were done Sadie came over to the table and asked.

"Can I put this on the refrigerator?" Sadie held up the picture of what she had been coloring. Sara was taken back, she had never dreamed of putting children's drawings on her refrigerator. It just hadn't been in her plans, but she willingly agreed and helps Sadie proudly place her picture on the refrigerator. Greg watched the interplay quietly and smiled.

"So now can we eat?" Greg broke the silence with a whine.

"Yeah, yeah, dig in." Sara said as she filled her own plate and began to eat.

The meal was relatively quiet with some small talk, when Greg began to ask Sara.

"Did it seem like Catherine, Nick and Warrick, knew something we didn't?"

"I don't know, I guess I wasn't really paying attention." Sara replied. She thought about it for a moment. "Maybe it was something to do with work or some inside joke or something. It's hard with us being split up like we are."

"Yeah maybe it was that." Greg just brushed off the idea. After they had finished the meal, Greg helped Sara clean up. Sadie returned to coloring in the living room. Greg looked at the clock on the wall and sadly realized he had to head to the lab. He wanted to stay. He like being like this, whatever it was, eating dinner together, not just with Sara, but with Sadie too. It felt comfortable.

"Sara thanks for dinner, but I'm going to head over to the lab now." Greg said.

"No problem. Thanks for staying." Sara replied. She walked over to Greg and gave him a hug.

"Hakuna Matata." Greg whispered in her ear.

"You know we still need to see that movie," Sara laughed as she let go of Greg.

"Call me if you need anything." Greg said as he turned and walked out the door. Sara went to join Sadie in the living room. Sara noticed Greg had left his racing cockroach picture in the book, and she decided that if it wasn't going to Grissom, there could be another place for this.

"Hey, Sadie, what do you say we put Greg's picture up on the frig too?" Sara asked. Sadie giggled and nodded her head. When Sara came back from the kitchen Sadie said to her.

"Now you have to color a picture too, so we can put it up on the frig too!" Sara laughed. She hadn't colored since grade school, but was enjoying herself just the same. When she had finished, and Sadie had posted the picture on the frig, Sara realized how late it was getting. She got Sadie ready for bed and tucked her in when Sadie asked Sara to read to her again. Sara picked up where they had left off the night before. Within minuets, Sadie had fallen sound asleep. Sara walked out to the living room and decided that it was time to catch up on her forensic journals.

An hour later when Sara was deep into the article, "Inhomogeneity and aging of ballpoint pen inks inside of pen cartridges," a scared Sadie came running out to the living room. Sara looked up and asked.

"Did you have another bad dream?" Sadie shook her head no. "Then why are you scared, kiddo?"

"There's a monster under the bed." Sadie said as she looked at Sara still scared. Sara picked up the little girl and brought her back to the bedroom. Sara turned on the light and tried to show Sadie that there was no monster, but Sadie was still scared. Sara tried to calm Sadie down and put her back to bed, but Sadie refused. Sara understood about being scared of something she did see, but she didn't know how to handle the boogie man. Sara brought Sadie back out to the living room and decided to call Greg. She figured she had called Catherine enough in the last two days, that she should try not to bother her anymore.

"Sanders" Greg picked up the phone.

"Hey Greg, it's Sara, you know you left your picture here? I'm sure Grissom was mighty disappointed to not receive a drawing from his newest CSI." Sara teased.

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot." Greg tried to lie. "So is everything ok? Is something wrong?" Greg asked.

"Everything's ok, well sort of. Sadie's afraid of a 'monster' that's under the bed and I can't get her back to sleep."

"A monster? Well have you tried 'Anti-Monster Spray'?" Greg replied.

"Umm, Greg, have you been getting to close to the chemicals again?" Sara asked confused.

"No!" Greg retorted, "It's what my mom use to use when my sister or I was younger and we said there was a monster in our closet. We were young enough that we could read so mom held up a spray bottle and said that the writing on the label said 'Anti-Monster Spray'. And we believed her. She'd spray the closet, and the monster disappeared, but the closet did smell a lot like Lysol. She left the bottle in our room and when we thought the monster had come back, we'd spray him, and he'd disappear. I learned the truth when I was cleaning out my closet for college and found a couple of empty bottles of Lysol in the back. By then I could read."

"And this really worked?" Sara asked skeptically.

"Yeah, as long as it seems you believe in it, she'll be fine. Do you have some air freshener or something you can use?" Greg asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure I do somewhere." Sara said good-bye and went in search of her cleaning supplies. A few minuets later she found a bottle of air freshener, and figured since Sadie was still wide-awake sitting on the couch, it couldn't hurt to try.

"Hey Sadie, I found my 'Anti-Monster Spray' why don't you show me where that monster way, and we'll spray him and he won't come back."

"Ok," Sadie got up, but stayed close to Sara as they entered the bedroom. "He was under the bed." Sadie pointed. Sara bent down and proceeded to spray under the bed. "That smells funny." Sadie replied.

"Umm..." Sara paused. "That means it's working." Sara said hoping that Sadie bought it. Apparently she did be cause she seemed to calm down instantly. "I'm going to leave this bottle here for you, so that if he comes back you can spray him, ok?" Sara asked as she began to tuck Sadie into bed.

"Ok, but why does it say 'Oust Air Sanitizer' if it's 'Anti-Monster Spray'?" Sadie asked.

"You can read that?" Sara asked surprised. She turned the bottle over and asked Sadie if she could read the back. Sadie read through the back of the bottle only stumbling on the larger words. Sara was amazed. She asked, "Where did you learn how to read?" Sadie just shrugged her shoulders. Sara knew that most 5-year-olds could barely read basic words, but for Sadie to be capable of reading advance directions was amazing. Sadie reminded Sara of herself when she was younger. The librarian uses to tell Sara that the books she was reading were even bigger than she was. There was something deep that connect Sara and Sadie that went beyond seeing the hatred and violence of murder. She knew at that moment, she had to do whatever she could to take care of the little girl.

"Will you stay with me till I fall asleep?" Sadie asked, her eyes were beginning to get heavy.

"Of course I will," Sara said as she climbed into bed next to Sadie.

"Sara, can I stay here forever?" Sadie said sleepily.

"Of course you can." Sara said as she cradled Sadie in her arms long after the little girl had fallen asleep.