A/N: Thanks to people who reviewed. And to those who didnt - please do!
This chapter goes out to Liz (Cath!) hehe, hey look a butterfly! (made you look!)
Sara pulled a chair up to the layout table. Gloves on, she flipped through to see how much the little girl had written in the diary. Onlyfour or five pages. She began on the first page.
Dear Diary, I think (hope) is going to be a good day. Mom and Dad were still sleeping when I got my cereal. Mom says to stay quiet in the morning or Dad will get mad. I want to play but I cant. I wish I had a sister like Ally has. I hate weekends.
Sara flipped the page, her stomach sinking as she read.
Dear Diary- Dad got mad today, mom told me it wasn't my fault but I know it was. I shouldn't have tried to pour that juice. I can hear him yelling still. I have to do my spelling practice.
'Every family has its demons, some more so than others.' Sara thought as she flipped past a drawing of a sunset to the next entry.
Dear diary, I forgot to write last week not a lot happened. Dad got mad at mom for somethingon Tuesday, I don't know why. I heard a glass break and mom screemed that it was one of Nanas glasses. I don't think Dad cared. I tried not to lisen to them fight.
'How did we not see through these people?' Sara thought to herself. She really didn't want toread on but forced herself to read the last entry.
Dear Diary- School was fun today. Me and Ally and Jessi-Anne raced to the swings, I won and got the best swing. I came home and after dinner me and Mom were playing UNO. I love that game. I used to play with Nana all the time when she was alive. I miss her. Dad came home and he was already mad. I told Mom I had homework and went to my room. I already did all my homework. I heard yelling and pounding andmom and dadsaidalot ofbad words. All I want to do is sit on my bed with Belvadear, my bear and cry.
Sara flashed back to her childhood. She could hear the yelling, feet pounding loudly on the hardwood floors of her kitchen, glass breaking, and her mom screaming. Suddenly she was back to the night her father was killed. She could almost smell the blood on the floor, pooled beneath her dad's lifeless body, cast off on the walls and on a painting of the ocean.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was unaware of Grissom entering the room.
"Hey Sara, Brass-" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw her quivering form hunched over, head on the table surrounded by her crossed arms. "Hey?" he walked over to her and laid a hand on her shoulder and pulled up a chair. "What's wrong?"
She said nothing and simply slid the open diary over to him. He carefully read the last entry.
"Oh." he said, remembering her pouring her story out to him a few months ago.
Sara lifted her head up, but didn't look over at him. "She has nobody Grissom, we need to find her." She managed shakily.
"I know, Sar, I know." he said. She turned to look at him, cheeks stained with tears.
"Shift's over, let's get you home." She didn't argue when Grissom placed his hand around her arm to steady her. She wiped her face and took a deep breath.
"Let's go." she said.
