Sara was walking through the lab looking through some files. Grissom caught up with her and walked beside her. "We compared the little girl's fingerprints," he said looking at her. "And…?" she said, not really wanting the answer but at the same time dying to know. He sighed and then stopped. Sara stopped, staring at him. "They were a match," he said. "What?" she said blinking a few times. "You can't be serious. T-That little girl?" she said in disbelief. "There is only one little girl in the case we're working," he said turning and walking away.

"W-Wait, Grissom!" she said calling back to him. He turned to face her. "H-…H-How am I supposed to ask her about this?" she said with difficulty. He smiled a little. "You think of something," he said and walked off. Sara put a hand to her head as she walked into the locker room and sat on the small bench separating the lockers. She sighed as she lowered her head. This little girl, Carrie- she was so sweet, and she seemed so harmless. How could this little girl have done such a terrible thing?

Sara walked out. Brass was walking down the halls of the lab. "Brass?" Sara said blinking. "What are you doing here?" "Ah, I just stopped by to tell Grissom the little girl's going to be questioned in an hour," he said stopping and putting his phone away. "Um…let me come with you," she said looking at him. Brass was a bit surprised. "Uh…okay, yeah sure. Whatever," he said walking off. Sara grabbed her jacket and walked out of the lab.

"So, Carrie…do you remember when we took the sample of your fingerprints?" Sara asked the little girl nervously across the table. The little girl nodded. "Well…we found the weapon that was used to kill your father…and…we tested to see if your fingerprints matched the ones we found on it," she continued. "And…they did," she said looking the little girl in the eyes. The little girl was close to tears. "Am I in trouble?" she whispered, her lower lip quivering. "C-Carrie, can you just tell me what happened?" Sara asked looking at her. "No!" the little girl screamed hiding her head in her arms. "Carrie…" Sara started. "NO! He'll get mad!" she cried. "Who?" Sara said moving a little closer to her. "Daddy!" she said crying even more.

"…Carrie, why would your dad get mad at you?" Sara said, even though the father was dead. "Because he told me...if I ever told anyone about what happened…that he would hurt me," she said looking up at her in tears. Sara was a bit shocked. "H-Hurt you?" Sara said stuttering a bit. "W-What do you-…how-" she didn't finish. By now, she had tears forming in her eyes and she couldn't hold them back. She wiped them away from her eyes as best she could. "Carrie, your dad can't hurt you anymore," Sara said putting an arm on her shoulder. "So, please…please tell me what happened," she said looking at her little face. "I promise no one will hurt you," she said smiling.

Carrie wiped the tears from her eyes. "My daddy got really mad at me after mommy died," she said shaking. "He used to hit me," she said continuing on. "And…I didn't want him to hurt me anymore!" she said breaking down into more tears. "C-Carrie…so…you killed him?" Sara said looking at her. She nodded. "I loved my daddy!" she said crying. "But I didn't want him to hurt me! He was always mad at me!" she said crying. "Carrie…" Sara said moving over to her, trying to comfort her. "NO!" she screamed and backhanded Sara, slapping her face and leaving the skin red. "…Carrie," she said again. "NO!" the little girl screamed hitting her again. Sara didn't care. "Carrie, please," she said putting a hand on her shoulder. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" she screamed hitting her one final time, this time digging her fingernails into the skin on her face. Carrie looked up. Sara didn't have an angry expression on her face, which surprised her.

"Officer," Brass said. The officer standing in back of the little girl grabbed her arm and the little girl fought back. "I'M NOT GOING!" she screamed. "I'M NOT GOING!" she kept screaming, hitting the officer over and over again. The officer took out his handcuffs and was about to cuff the one hand on the girl when she buried herself in another hug with Sara. She was crying hysterically. "Carrie…" Sara said rubbing the girl's back. "It's going to be alright," she told the little girl. "I promise you," she said pulling the little girl back and Carrie looked at her and then walked over to the officer. The officer cuffed his own hand and one of the hands of the little girl and walked out. The entire time she was escorted out, she stared back at Sara.

Sara sighed as she stepped inside the lab later in the day. "What happened to your face?" Catherine asked Sara as she walked into the break room to find Sara sitting on a couch with a gash under her right eye. "I…ran into a door," Sara said looking up at her. Catherine was obviously not buying it. She sat down next to her. "We all know that line doesn't work," Catherine laughed. "Was it the little girl?" she asked on a more serious note, sipping a cup of water. Sara didn't say anything. Catherine knew it was. She looked at her and smiled. "Hey, it's okay to admit that you cared for a little kid," Catherine said.

"Heh," Sara laughed a little. "Just…you know, I…I kinda saw myself in that kid, y'know?" she said looking at Catherine. Catherine just nodded. She had no idea about Sara's past, but she wasn't about to ask her about it either. "And…that little girl…there was something special about her…" Sara said looking at the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm not making any sense," she said sniffling, holding back tears. "Hey, who's got the kids here?" Catherine said smiling. "Believe me, I know exactly how you feel," she said taking another sip of her water. Sara laughed a little before drying her eyes. "Thanks, Catherine," she said standing up and walking out. Catherine watched her go and smiled to herself as she took another sip.

TBC…