A/N: I apologize immensely for the ridiculously long delay in getting this chapter out. I have been plagued with a horrible bout of writer's block, and this chapter was just so hard to write simply because it was so sad. And since I've been in this ridiculously good mood the past few weeks, I haven't been able to get past that and write this. A big thanks to AmbientFlames for just bugging me constantly about it. Again I apologize, and I hope you enjoy!

He had the distinct feeling he was being watched. Grissom opened his eyes slowly, letting them readjust to the light within the bedroom. Glancing down, he quickly ruled out Sara as the culprit, as she was still sleeping, exactly the way she had been all night. He smiled, and pulled her a little bit closer. She, in turn, snuggled her face further into his chest and sighed lightly. Forgetting momentarily about being watched, he closed his eyes, and buried his face into her hair, placing a small kiss on the top of her head.

He heard the shuffling of feet at the end of the bed. Opening his eyes, he saw Amy tiptoeing towards the door. Releasing his hold on Sara, he rolled slowly to face the doorway. He whispered softly, "Amy?"

She turned at the sound of her name being called, looking shyly to the floor, ashamed she had been caught in the room.

Grissom carefully extracted himself from around Sara, and as she rolled over in her sleep, he sat up facing the doorway. "Is everything okay?"

Amy shook her head, blond curls going every which way. Her eyes were locked together with Grissom's, but she remained silent.

Giving her a small smile, he motioned for her to come over to the bed. She hesitated for a moment, but soon walked slowly to his side of the bed.

"What's wrong?"

She lowered her eyes back to the floor, and spoke very quietly, "I wanted to lie down with Aunt Sara, like I did yesterday, but…"

"But I'm in your way, aren't I?"

She just nodded her head.

Grissom leaned over and lifted her chin gently, "How about this? I'll go make some breakfast for us, and you can have my spot on the bed. Sound good to you?"

If the smile on her face was any indication, the plan sounded fine to her. She moved closer to the bed and attempted to get up on the bed. After a couple failed attempts, Grissom leaned over and helped pull her up and over him, placing her in between him and Sara. She snuggled into the pillows and blankets, making herself comfortable, as Grissom got out of the bed. He helped tuck the blankets up around her chin, and turned to exit the room, when her small voice called out to him.

"Thank you, Griss."

He smiled at the fact that she had already adopted the same nickname that Sara used the day before as they were leaving the funeral home. "You're very welcome, Amy."

He took one last glance at the two girls in the bed, as Amy nestled into Sara's back. Turning to leave the room, he knew that despite everything, the two of them would always have each other.

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All she could think about was how it wasn't supposed to be sunny out today. Amy was sitting in Sara's lap, her blond head leaning against her chest, her eyes closed. Grissom sat next to them, his hand gently holding Sara's. They were silent as the pastor spoke about the journey that Erich and Julie had embarked on in the afterlife. And all Sara wanted was for the sky to darken, and it to start pouring down rain.

She didn't remember placing Amy into Angie's lap, nor standing and making her way to the front of the small crowd. But she could feel the tears already welling up in her eyes, and she dreaded doing what she felt she had to do next. Closing her eyes tightly, she willed the tears away, so that she would appear as the strong person she wanted to be. After a deep breath, she opened her eyes and faced everyone that had come to pay their last respects to her brother and his wife.

"Right now, all I can think about is how much Erich would have loved a day like today. I feel like I've forgotten everything I wanted to say, and all I can picture is him smiling, standing on some rocks by the ocean, holding Julie's hand as they watch Amy play among the waves. Eric and Julie never had it easy, but someone who just met them off the street would never know the troubles that they endured just to get where they were. They were two of the strongest people I have ever met, and, well, I can easily say that I needed that strength for the majority of my life. Erich and I didn't come from the best of backgrounds, and when he was eighteen, he was forced to look after me as best as he could while in I was in foster home after foster home. And not once did he ever complain. He would tell me to work hard in school so that I could get out and do something with my life, so that I wouldn't turn into him, barely making his living working as a cashier. He was there, every step of the way, even after he married Julie, and I graduated college. He was always there to lend a listening ear, no matter how far away I was, no matter what problem I had."

"I remember being a little girl and playing with Erich and Julie, knowing that one day they would grow up and get married and lead a wonderful life. And I know now, that while their life wasn't easy, they thought it was wonderful. They had each other, and gave each other exactly what the other wanted and needed. Julie gave Erich the best gift in the world when she gave birth to Amy; she gave him a family, the happy family that he had always wanted for himself. A few days ago, all I could think about was how that dream had been hopelessly shattered. But now, I've realized that it doesn't have to be that way. Julie and Erich will always be a part of me, of everyone here. They left me their most precious gift, their beautiful little girl, and I can only hope that we can keep this family happy and together as long as possible. I know they'll be watching over us, and knowing that makes me feel stronger about getting through today, and tomorrow, and every other day past that."

Sara walked back to her chair with tears running down her face, but she was smiling through them at Amy sitting in Angie's lap. When she reached them, Amy lifted her arms, and Sara lifted her into a hug, whispering in her ear that she loved her very much.

The crowd had begun to disperse before Sara loosened her grip on Amy. As she set the little girl back down on the grass, she felt Grissom's hand on her arm. No words were spoken between them as he pulled her into a hug; Amy was still clinging to her aunt's left leg. When he released her, there were a few people that wanted to speak with Sara and Angie, so he moved away from the crowd.

A few minutes later, when most of the people had begun to walk away from the gravesite, Sara searched around for Grissom. She found him standing under a maple tree a few feet away. She picked up Amy and the two of them began to walk over to him. However, another person caught Sara's attention before she could completely reach him. She stopped dead in her tracks, and tightened her grip on Amy.

Her mother was standing next to her brother's coffin, tears running down her face, and her right hand resting on the polished wood.