Disclamer: Don't own them

A/N: Thanks the Cybro for the wonderful beta.

Chapter One: The Case

The house cast its dark shadow over their bodies as they stood there looking at the commotion. There was a cop talking to a woman in one of the ambulances. Outside the front door of the house there was a young police officer being sick. Other cops were running in and out of the house, along with rescue workers. They weren't sure on how bad it was yet, nobody was talking. So they all stood there waiting, wondering, about what could've happened. Brass looked over at them shaking his head, and then slowly turned, and started too walk over to them. Little did they know case would change their lives as well.

The front of the house had a familiarity to Sara. She looked around a little uneasy. The house gave her an odd feeling, a dark feeling. The twisting in the pit of her stomach told her something was not right. She ignored the pain as she followed behind Grissom and Brass to the house. That's when she froze.

Sara's body was shaking so much she had to steady herself against the doorframe. When Grissom asked where the bedroom was, she simply told him what room it was. She was right, she did know this layout. It was her childhood home, her father's case. This was a dream, that's all. A dream. She had it a million times before. Yet something was different, something she never thought possible.

Sara and Grissom entered the master bedroom to find a man laying face down on the bed, blood surrounding him. The mattress absorbed all of it, leaving the man a pale white in complexion. Sara didn't know if she could handle this. There were deep cuts in the man's back, stab wounds. It was hard to say how many there were; the body was mutilated too badly to count them. This was too hard, Sara felt as if she was going to be sick.

"Excuse me." Sara ran from the room and outside. She lend against the car shaking her head. She saw Nick, Warrick and Catherine walk into the house, but not before they gave her a disappointed look. She turned her head away and looked over and saw a young girl having a wound on her side dressed. She frowned as her hand slipped under her shirt and ran her fingers across her scar. All she could do watch the young girl.

The girl looked down at her feet. The medic that was with her led her by the hand to a social worker standing on the other side of the ambulance. The little girl was reluctant to take the social worker's hand, but eventually had to. Sara had tears in her eyes. 'Just like...' All of the horrors that she had buried within herself years ago escaped her. Sara was all alone again on the front porch of her house, her dad dead, mother in custody, being led away by a social worker to the group home. The awful memories flooded her mind. She glanced once more at the little girl, who looked back at her with sad eyes for a second before looking back down at her feet.

Sara gathered herself up and walked over to the little girl. "Hi, my name is Sara Sidle, I'm from the crime lab. Will you tell me your name?" She looked at how frightened the girl was. If she wasn't listening she would have missed her name. "Katie." "Alright Katie can you tell me what happened?" When the little girl started to cry she did something she didn't think she would ever do. She pulled the girl into her arms and hugged her.

"I know," Sara whispered to the little girl, "Everything is going to be okay now." Sara cried genuine tears. She sobbed with the girl. Everything wasn't going to be okay and Sara knew it. The memories would haunt Katie with every little thing that reminded her of what had happened. Which would be everything, at least for a while. A long while. Sara tightened her arms around Katie.

Catherine and Grissom were watching Sara with the little girl. "Gil if you don't do something about her I will." She didn't know what was going on with her and really didn't care. "If anyone should be with that little girl, I should." In her mind she was better qualified in talking to Katie because she had a child. She thought since Lindsey lost her father she could help another child deal with the same lost. She turned to Grissom and just glared at him. "Well are you going to something about this or not?" She rolled her eyes and started to walk towards Sara.

Grissom wasn't really listening to Catherine. Truthfully, he didn't even know that she left his side. Grissom was engrossed in watching Sara with the little girl. He was amazed at how Sara responded to the little girl by pulling Katie to her. Was she crying? Grissom's trance was broken when he noticed Catherine walking toward Sara. He knew her intentions, but it was too late to stop her.

Through her tears Sara saw Catherine storming to her. She pulled out one of her business cards and placed into the girl's hands. "You call me if you need anything at all. Day or night it doest matter, okay." She smiled at Katie and then touched her cheek. "You don't have to be scared anymore." She smiled as Katie and the social worker walked off. She wrapped her arms around herself then turned to Catherine who was now by her side.

"I think you should leave the poor girl alone now, Sara. I'll talk to her. She needs someone who can talk to her," Catherine started, "and you don't have any experience with children, so you can go now." Sara was hurt by her comments. Sure, Sara and Catherine never got along too well, but it was never this bad. Catherine would never get up in her face like that. How did she even know if Sara had or hadn't any experience with children? She didn't.

Sara couldn't say anything in that moment. She couldn't believe Catherine could be that cruel. She turned away and saw Grissom walk up to her. "Gil? Why?" was all she could get out as she hugged him. She felt safe in his arms. Safer than she has felt in years. As he held her, all her memories flooded back into her mind full force. She gripped tighter onto him and cried into his shoulder. She secretly wished they could stay like that for the rest of their lives. That wish didn't come true, they heard a scream.

Sara let go and turned around sharply. Katie's mother was being led to the squad car in handcuffs. Her screams were shrill ones. "Let me go! I want my daughter! Leave me alone!" She unsuccessfully tried to escape the cops. They forced her into the cop car and shut the door, but the screams didn't stop there. It scared Sara how familiar the mother reacted, just like her own. Sara briskly walked away from Grissom toward her vehicle.

"Sara." He ran after her. "Look I know this is hard for you." He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Look I need you to let Catherine talk to the girl. You are too close to this." He smiled softly at her and touched her cheek. "I have to pull you from this case." He could see the hurt in her eyes as he said that. "I have no choice, honey." He looked around the scene and waved Brass over. "I'm going to have Brass take you back to the lab, you shouldn't be driving like this." He pulled her into a hug as Brass got there. "You'll be okay. Go back to the lab, I'll see you there later." He handed her over to Brass and watched as they walked to his car.

The whole team knew about what Catherine had said to Sara. It was the buzz among the lab rats. When Greg told Nick and Warrick, they went to go confront Catherine to hear her side. There was no way on earth that Catherine was going to hurt Sara and get away with it, if that is what happened. She would have to put up with them if they got emotional.

They split off to go look for Catherine or Sara. Nick saw Catherine walking towards him and stopped to ask her what happened. "She was to emotional Nicky. You didn't see her or the way she acting. Do you know she was crying as she hugged the girl? I had to tell her to back off; and she was to upset about the fact I could talk to the girl better." Catherine was very convincing and Nick believed her.

Nick didn't know why he just took Catherine's word; but he did. He found her in the Break Room making herself a cup of tea. "Sara, you can't get your emotions in check for one case?" He walked over to her and turned her so she faced him. "Do you know what the little girl is going through? I personally think you need to let Cath handle this. After all she is a mother." He smiled at Warrick and Catherine as they both walked in. "Do you know what it is like to have your life change in a moment?" He shook his head at her, and then went to join the pair now sitting at the table.

Sara didn't know what to say. There were no words to explain how she felt. Everyone was putting her down. She set the cup of tea that she had just poured down and quickly walked out of the break room and into the locker room, where she gathered all of the belonging in her locker. 'No one wants me here... I might as well just leave.' Sara didn't know what else to do. She was sick of all of the negative comments directed at her. She hated being the scapegoat for everything. How could the people that you thought were closest to you be so cruel? Sara left the locker room and headed for the parking lot.

Sara made it to her car when she heard her name be called out. She turned to see Catherine, Nick, Warrick and Greg walk towards her. "You guys made your point." She was struggling not to let them see her cry. "I'll be out of your lives soon enough." She couldn't hold the pain back any longer. "Can you guys tell me why? Why don't you guys care about me? Don't tell me you do; because I know you don't." She turned away from them. "You guys don't know anything about me. Not one thing about my life before I came here. If you did maybe you would know why I can't sleep at night." With that she was in her car. She drove away with tears streaming down her face.

Warrick looked at the rest of the group, "You know that she is right. I think we were too hard on her." His voice was gentle. "We will need to apologize next shift." Warrick had a guilty conscience. Something wasn't right. Sara had acted too emotional and it wasn't a rape. 'Maybe she just had a bad day.' Warrick shrugged it off and followed the others back inside the lab.