The database didn't list a current address for Julie Claremont but it did list a P.O. box, so Grissom and Sara were headed out there now with the warrant Brass had gotten for them.

"This probably won't give us much you know."

"You never know." His stomach growled, reminding him that it was time to eat something. "You hungry?"

"Yeh, a little"

"Let's grab something," he said swerving into the drive-through of a fast food place.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Sara smiled at his momentary crazy driving.

After ordering Grissom drove off and parked in a small park.

"Uh, do we even have time for this?" Sara asked.

"Eat quickly," he said walking over to a bench under a big oak tree.

Sara sat down first, propping her legs up on the bench, leaving little room for Grissom.

"Sara?" he said, pointing to the bench.

"Yeh?" She said innocently, looking down at her food and taking another bite.

Fine he thought He scooped her legs up with his free hand, sat down and dropped them on his lap. To his surprise she didn't move.

She couldn't stop herself from laughing. "Comfy?" He just rose an eyebrow at her and ate, with her legs stretched over his lap.

Within 15 minutes they were back on the road again. When they arrived they asked the post office attendant for the spare key to box 197, Julie's box.

"Why?" the scrawny teen asked.

Rolling her eyes Sara unfolded the warrant and placed it on the counter for the boy to read. He seemed intimidated and got the key.

"Down the hallway, first row to the right." The attendant said, pointing.

There was a fair amount of mail in the small box.

"Let's bag it" Sara said and got out an evidence bag, holding it open for Grissom to put all the letters inside.

"That's all here, right." Sara asked

"Unless you have to check your mail, yes."

"This isn't where my mail goes." She pointed out.

When they reached the lab Sara unsealed the bag and began sorting the mail. "bill…bill…personal…junk…" She muttered as she classified each piece.

She stopped when she noticed Grissom standing in the doorway, doing nothing. "You going to help or what?"

He snapped on a pair of gloves and said, "Oh, yeh."

When they finished sorting Sara went after the personal letters first, handing one to Grissom as well.

Sara was surprised to find that the letter was from Mrs. Claremont. Thought they didn't communicate.

The letter said:

Julie,

Mark has been getting worse. I'm starting to see why you called the cops on him, I'm really sorry for that day. I'm still worried about Chelsea, I dont know what to do anymore. What if he goes after her again?

Sorry it took me so long to get back to you but it's really hard to get things done with Mark always into my things.

Love always, Sasha

"What's yours say Grissom?" She asked when she finished reading the letter.

"I think I know where she is." He said, not looking up.

"I think Chelsea's with her."

"This letter's from Julie's mother. She's talking about when Julie's coming to visit. She's probably there."

"Return address?"

"He picked up the envelope and flipped it over to the front. He read '130 Sunset Drive.'"

"Lets grab Brass an head out there." Sara said. They left the room after putting all the mail back into the bag.

45 minutes later Grissom and Sara stopped in front of 130 Sunset Drive, Brass pulling up behind them. It was a modest two story yellow house with plentiful green bushes in front, and dried up grass for a lawn.

They all walked up to the front door and Sara rang the bell. To their surprise a small brunette with big brown eyes and a wide grin opened the door.

"Are you Chelsea?" The girl nodded. Sara almost regretted finding the girl. She looked so happy, how could they send her back to the hellhole called home?

"Are you police?" Chelsea asked. She seemed un-fazed about the idea of the police knocking on the door.

"Yes. Sweetie, do you know where your aunt Julie is?" Sara asked.

"She's in the kitchen. We're having pancakes." The girl said with a wide smile. Sara wondered if the girl ever got a good homemade breakfast at home. Probably not. She thought knowingly.

"Can we talk to her?"

"Umm… I guess." She shrugged and led them into a small but not cramped kitchen to find a pretty 40-something blonde flipping pancakes on the stove and an elderly woman at the table, hair in curlers, reading the newspaper. Sara figured that must have been Chelsea's other grandmother.

Sara hated this How can we take her away from the two people that clearly care about her more than her own parents do. She thought. She could tell by the atmosphere and Chelsea's smile that she belonged here. Or at least with these two raising her.

"Julie Claremont?" Brass asked the woman at the stove.

"Yeh." She sighed when she turned around to see the detective and the two others standing in the kitchen. "I guess we should talk, huh?"

"Oh, yeh." Brass said.

Julie walked them over to the table and sat down.

"Hey ma, watch the stove for me?" She said to the elderly lady, who nodded and got up.

"Where do you want me to start?" Julie said with a sigh.

"The beginning would be nice." Brass said with a wry smile.

"As you might know Sasha and Mark fight. A lot. Like you wouldn't believe. I was on camping trip a while back and they came up to visit with Chelsea one day. He blew up atSasha for no reason. She threw a softball at his head and the yelling began. Chels just walked into the tent. I will never forget her face, like she had grown to expect these things to happen. All she wanted to do was sit there." Julie shook her head. "Then Sasha started writing to me. She was lost, didn't know what to do. Of course she played a partin all this too, would never admit it though. Mark started going after Chelsea and Sasha just lost it. I had to do something. I think you can fill in the rest."

Grissom nodded. "But why trash the room?"

"Mark. I knew he would know if it didn't look like she was kidnapped. So I tipped a few things over."

"You know she's going to have to go back, right. Child Protection Services can start an investigation from here buther parentsstill have rights over her." Grissom said empathetically. "They can also press charges against you."

"Sasha wouldn't." Her eyes sunk to the table. "I don't want her to go back there."

Nobody said a word.

"We'll have her parents informed, and send somebody by later to pick her up." Brass said. The girl deserved to eat in peace without the police hovering around. "Just don't go anywhere," he warned.

"We won't." Julie promised.

A/N: One more (short)chapter left of the story. Please review!