A/N: With all due respect to my reviewers, I need some constructive criticism. I still am not satisfied with my story. Stop being so nice! Thanks for all the reviews, though.

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Greg, Nick and Warrick were pouring over Rachel's journals. Not so much for evidence, but for interest. She'd obviously written them in some kind of code, and there was a definite abundance of the letter 'Q'. Something that led them to believe it was gibberish. Yet, there were 31 journals and 83 music boxes hidden in Rachel's room for no apparent reason. That had to have significance.

Nick turned the journal he was reading upside down. He was still stumped. Greg looked over at Nick's journal.

"Yours has lots of Q's too. That is sooo weird!" Greg exclaimed in anguish. "How are we s'posed to read these things? Mirrors again?" He wondered aloud. The other two paused as Catherine walked in.

"Catherine, do you have a mirror?" Warrick asked. She handed it to him and got on with what she was really there to say.

"Have any of you seen Sara?" She asked wonderingly. They shook their heads in guilt. "She seemed… mad…ish? I dunno, she almost ran me over in the hallway I thought you guys would know what was wrong. Anyways, what was with the mirror?" She asked. Warrick was reading a page.

"The letters aren't backwards, but the words are! And… I think the Q's are like… spaces. She fills in the spaces with it like a word search…check it out!" He read a bit out loud as best he could.

"Today the doctor said I have Hemophilia I went home and I cried because I don't want to have a disease the doctor told me about it and it made me scared a lot because its genetic and I know that word it means its from my parents have to have it at least my dad does it has to do with chromosomes and he doesn't which made me scared like the time when Sara cried it feels like my stomach is falling out."

All four stared transfixed at what they heard.

"Well," said Greg, "It's a run on sentence and it practically confirms everything." He added to the awkward silence.

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Sara arrived at the address on the note from Grissom. It was one of the nicer social worker offices, and she'd seen a few. She entered the waiting room dotted with empty chairs. The receptionist had gone for lunch. Behind the reception counter there was a window that looked into a cramped office, and beyond that another window that led into the gloomy dank room with the shiny table, at which Rachel sat, writing, probably filling out a form. There was also someone in the cramped office. The name on the door said Alison Stern. Alison seemed to be on the phone, and typing something into her computer. She didn't see Sara. She looked kind of happy. Ms. Stern knocked on the window leading into the room where Rachel sat. She gave Rachel the thumbs-up and she smiled. Over Alison's shoulder, Rachel spotted Sara. She headed over cautiously. Leaning on the reception desk.

"Hey Sara…" She said cannily. Sara had no idea what to say back.

"What happened… back there?" Sara asked, meaning the thumbs-up business. Rachel smiled like a kid. She stood up straight. She advanced so that she was a step away from her sister. She looked at her intensely. Unlike Sara, Rachel's eyes were blue and wide with wonder. Otherwise they resembled each other. Sara waited for the girl's response.

"I got a confirmation from a family in Modesto," She said convincingly. Sara was mortified. Rachel sensed it. "And if it all goes well I'll be leaving tomorrow, so… if there's something you want, well… tell me now, or I'm gone." Rachel said. Sara had no words. She was mortified. Rachel returned to the room while Sara stood there, feeling rotten and dead.