Grissom and Catherine were still in his apartment. He gave her a cup of coffee, and they sat next to each other on his couch. Catherine put a hand on her head and she sighed deeply, running her hand through her hair.

"I always knew that she would find out about Liddy, I just never expected that she would go on a quest to find her. I know that I should have told her, but she was only an infant, she couldn't remember her. I guess I was just trying to forget that part of my past.

Liddy was gone about four days before we even contacted the police. Her case went cold almost immediately. They said that Eddie and I were horrible parents. At least you were there to protect us to an extent.

That's when I realized how badly I messed up. I quit using drugs, and I refocused my life onto becoming a CSI and on raising Lindsey. I became a CSI a year after she disappeared, I became focused on the job, I was trying to find Liddy and just trying to keep myself distracted. I didn't even pay that much attention to Eddie anymore.

Then he started cheating on me; of course that's when Eddie decided to insist that the two of us must have be having an affair. Then I caught him with another woman, and we divorced.

I just guess I tried to push away the memories of Lydia, and in doing so I messed up everything. Even though you would constantly tell me to tell Lindsey about Lydia I could never find the right way to tell her.

I guess that's why I let her go now with Sara; I don't know what I would tell her. I don't know how to explain why I didn't tell her. At least I know she is safe with Sara. I guess I don't have to worry about my other daughter running away now, maybe."

"She'll be fine. Do you know what you'll say to Lydia when you see her again?"

"No. She's going to be 22 Gil; I haven't seen her in ten years. I have no clue who she even is. I do know that my daughters and I are going to have a long talk when they return. They're going to have a lot of questions."

"Are you going to be able to answer them?"

"I don't know."

She just sat there quietly and he rubbed her arm.

It was evening when Sara and I got to the town in California where Stanford University is located. So we got dinner and we checked into a motel for the night.

At about eight, we got up and we went to breakfast. Then we headed to Stanford. Once we found a parking spot, we went inside.

Sara talked to a receptionist, and eventually she managed to find out some information. So we were off again, this time to the dormitory.

We went inside the building, and up a couple floors. Then we went down he hall until Sara stopped and knocked on a door.

My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty. I could tell that Sara was anxious too.

Finally a barely dressed young woman with blue hair answered the door.

"Can I help you?" She asked as she eyed us both.

"We're looking for Lydia Michaels, we were told she was here. Is she?" Sara replied.

"Yeah, one sec. She's sleeping, still," she said the 'still' as if she was amused by it. She reminded me of the woman who had been with my dad and I the night he died. She seemed nicer though.

She went back inside, leaving the door open. We could hear her inside.

"Liddy wakeup, people are here to see you?"

"Can't it wait?" Another female voice responded sleepily. The voice was light and pleasant sounding, even through the sleepiness.

My heart jumped, it was my sister!

The blue haired woman called her again. "Lid, get up. You shouldn't keep people waiting."

"Fine," the other voice said again, somewhat grumpy.

A few minutes later, the voice's owner appeared at the door. She had chestnut brown hair that hung to the middle of her back. She was wearing pajamas with stars on them.

She looked at us, and as she looked at me her blue eyes widened.

"Lindsey?" She whispered barely audibly. She put her hand to her neck, and I saw her necklace, she stared at mine. We stared at each other. Sara too was staring at Lydia.

"Yes," I managed to respond. "Are you Lydia? Are you my sister?" I questioned.

Tears came into her eyes, and she said, "Yes."

I started to cry as well, and we hugged. We had found one another at last.

To be continued...

(I'm probably going to be posting 1chapter a week, just until I get more time, sorry guys.)

Thank you for all of your reviews! They brighten up my day!

I hope you like this chapter, I don't really like the Cath/ Grissom conversation, it sounds too fake, but it was the best I could come up with, sorry.

thehoodedsweatshirt- actually, I liked your review. Lindsey is doing this whole thing as somewhat a teenage rebellion thing, but the only problem is she can't drive. I hope this chapter explains Catherine's reasoning. Lindsey's reasoning is basically that she can't get to CA on her own, she needs someone to get her there, and Sara showed up to get her, she's convenient. Lindsey also is hurt and she doesn't want to get into trouble with her mother. (plus 2cents are still worth 2cents : )