Sara remembered walking through the juniors department, when Sara had shown up on her door step, Catherine had suggested taking the young girl shopping. So now, here she was with her daughter, walking through uncharted territory. She didn't know what little girls liked to wear, and she still needed to get stuff for the spare room where the girl would be staying from now on.

Fifteen outfits later the ladies headed for the closest Ikea. Gabby was amazed at what the store held. She had never gotten to decorate her own room before. Her parents had always had it done for her.

"Sara, could I paint my room yellow? I always liked yellow, but my parents never let me pick the colors for my room. It was always pink. I don't hate pink, but it's not my favorite."

The little girl looked embarrassed, Sara noted. 'Just like me, always over talking. It's cute.'

"Sweety...why don't you just call me mom okay. I kind of feel like I'm just watching you when you call me Sara."

"Okay..."

'We're both new at this. I don't know how to treat an eight year old. I just wish Cath or Linds would have come along."

"You know what Gabby? I love Yellow. I was going to paint my living room yellow and my bathroom purple, but I decided to do the opposite, and I feel the same way about pink."

Gabby looked up at her mom and smiled the way only a kid can. She was so excited. Sara would remember that look forever.

Something felt different. Sara opened her eyes to blinding white walls. 'This isn't my room. My walls are red.' she could feel Gabby moving around on the bed. She tried hard to focus but her head was pounding.

"Sara, honey. Don't move around too much okay. How much of yesterday do you remember?"

Sara cleared her throat. "I remember going through the intersection, and I remember the truck coming and hitting me, then I remember telling them to call you. I also remember telling this to you yesterday." She laughed lightly.

"I see your sense of humor wasn't lost in the accident." Grissom gave Sara a reassuring smile.

"I've been remembering things...about when Gabby first came to me. I wanted to tell you but I just didn't know how. I took as little time off as I could so you wouldn't suspect anything.

When I had her, I was scared what you would think of me. I wouldn't be pure for you if anything ever did happen. We were getting closer, we almost went past that line a few times. After you left and I was raped..." Gil took in a sharp breath hearing what had happened to her. "I wanted to tell you, I did, I was scared, so I pushed you away. I'm so sorry Gil."

Big fat tears fell down her face, but before Gil could do anything the doctor walked in.

"Mrs. Sidle, glad to see your up. I'll try not to wake the little one while I check you over."

Sara sniffed back her tears "Gil could you take Gabby."

"Sure." Gil carefully took the sleeping child form her mothers arms.

The doctor checked her eyes and blood pressure, and made sure her cuts were healing properly. "Everything looks great. I don't see why you can't leave today. I'll get the nurse to bring you the discharge papers."

An hour later Sara was allowed to leave the hospital, after filling out the forms and receiving the 'you can't work or lift heavy objects' speech.

Gil drove Gabby, now awake, and Sara home to her apartment. Once inside Gil set about getting things in order and making sure Sara's pain pills were sorted and out of reach of Gabby.

"Gil you don't have to do this. I should be fine, Gabby can help a little and if I need anything I will call you."

She saw his shoulders visibly fall. When he turned around he had the most hurt look in his eyes.

"I would have been there for you Sara, I would have stayed and looked after you and Gabby. I could have been her father."

Gabby was looking between the two adults. She had always just kind of thought that Sara and her biological father weren't ready for kids, and that was why she was given up. She looked back to Sara with a questioning look in her eye before asking the question that was now on her mind.

"Mom? Who, and where is my biological father?"

Sara's face paled just before she ran for the bathroom. Gil stood outside the door as he heard her get sick.

"Uncle Gil? What's wrong with mommy? Is she going to be okay? I didn't mean to make her sad, I wish I wasn't born. Then you and mommy would be happy together."

The little girl was crying hysterically, Gil was worried she might make herself ill as well.

As Sara heard the admission from the little girl she just cried harder. How had her life become such a mess. Yes she loved Gabby, with all her heart. Why did Gil have to be so insensitive? She hadn't told him, why in hell would she have told her daughter that she was the result of a rape? Sara just cried harder.

Gil was now in full panic mode. Things were fine when they had gotten home. Then he had to go and open his big mouth in front of the fragile child. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid.' thought Gil. 'No wonder she didn't tell me.'

By now all three habitants were crying, weather it be out loud like the two ladies or silently like Gil.

How had everything gotten so messed up, and how would he fix it?

I hope you enjoy this new chapter. The net one will hopefully be up before Sunday.

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