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Chapter 2 Finding a Family

"Well, it looks like they want us back," Sara said with a sigh. "The big-people talk must be over. Shall we go?" She held out her hand and the little girl took it, much more quickly this time. Her grip was beginning to get weaker and Sara realized that she must be exhausted; it was doubtful, telling from the bags under her bright blue eyes, that she had recently slept. Without asking, Sara swung the little girl up onto her hip before continuing down the corridor.

Hannah must not have minded because she immediately buried her face in Sara's sweater, her fingers clasped around the older woman's neck. Upon entering Grissom's office, Sara immediately realized that something humongous had shifted. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife and the three men looked incredibly sobered.

"Hannah," Mr. McCall said emphatically, as though she were somewhat slow. The other adults in the room were immediately offended that this man was speaking to the child with such a tone. "Hannah, pay attention." The little girl slowly turned in Sara's arms so that she was looking at the man speaking. "Hannah, Dr. Grissom here is your uncle. You'll be living with him from now on," the man said shortly. Sara sat down and tried to hide her surprise as she held the trembling little girl, whose eyes were now fixed on Grissom.

"Gil," Grissom said gruffly, "I guess you can call me Uncle Gil."

"Well, we'll leave you alone," Brass said gently. "Call Martha and me if you need anything."

"Thanks Jim." Brass and Mr. McCall exited quietly, closing the door behind them and leaving the two ladies with a very shocked Grissom.

"Hey," Sara said gently when she felt Hannah begin to sob. "Gil is a nice guy. You'll like him. He looks a little scary but he's like a big teddy bear," she assured the young girl. But Hannah continued to cry softly and Sara allowed her, simply rocking her and gently ruffling her brown curls. Grissom looked completely at a loss as he paced the length of his office, not willing to allow his eyes to come into contact with Sara's questioning gaze.

"We'll talk later," he said softly. She nodded; sighing as she hugged Hannah closer and whispered whatever reassurances came to mind. The situation was completely unreal; she hadn't known that Grissom was a brother, let alone an uncle. And now he was guardian to a tiny, fragile little soul. After the little girl calmed down and they had sat in silence for a good long time, another knock sounded at the door.

"Now what?" Sara asked in quiet frustration. Grissom shook his head, signaling for her to stay calm as he answered the door. It was Eckley, entering to see what the night shift was still doing in the building when they did not have an open case.

"We were just leaving, Eckley." After being glared at by both CSI and not given even a second's chance to inquire about the little girl, he exited the office.

"You must be tired," Sara said in a soft voice, gently rubbing Hannah's back. "You'll be okay with Gil. I promise." Despite Sara's words of reassurance, the little girl clung to her and refused to even look at her uncle. "I'll help you two get settled in, okay?" She looked at Grissom with an expression that begged for help but he was more lost than she was with the tiny child. "Hannah, do you have a coat?" She shook her head as she leaned against Sara, indicating that she didn't. Grissom helped Sara into her coat and then wrapped his around Hannah for the walk to his vehicle.

"She needs a car seat," Sara said as she buckled the belt around them both.

"We'll buy one," Grissom stated simply as he started out of the parking lot. The ride to his townhouse was silent until Sara switched on the radio and turned it to a station that was playing what seemed to be all Beatles songs. Hannah was sleeping in Sara's arms by the time they pulled into his driveway. Moving as carefully as possible, they were able to get into the house and tuck her into Grissom's bed without waking her. He pulled the blinds and closed the curtains against the morning sun while Sara surrounded the sleeping beauty with pillows.

Grissom looked at her strangely as they walked into the hallway. "She could roll," Sara said in explanation. "What in the hell is going on?" Without waiting for an answer, she went into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses and a bottle of red wine. She poured while Grissom continued to pace.

"Apparently, my sister had a baby before she died."

"I didn't even know you had a sister."

"We weren't close."

"That much, I got. Where has Hannah been since she died?"

"With her father. He's not a good man, Sara. My sister was mixed up in a lot of—mistakes. She was constantly in abusive relationships. I don't personally know who Hannah's father was, but I know he was heavy into drugs."

"Was?"

"He was killed. That little girl was being raised by druggies. CYS intervened after a neighbor saw her going through a garbage can looking for food. A garbage can. Sara, that beautiful child had to fight just to get enough to eat. I can't imagine what else happened to her."

"She's here now. She's safe."

"I'm sorry you got pulled into this. I know it wasn't fair—"

"Don't worry about it."

"What did you come to see me about anyway?"

"It wasn't important," she insisted hurriedly. It seemed like her plan to resign and leave Gilbert Grissom in her past was now foiled beyond repair. She would need time to rethink the situation. "How did Hannah end up here?"

"CYS tracked me down. Since my sister wasn't married and had my last name, they were able to track me down through Hannah's birth certificate."

"I'm glad they found you. Now at least she has a chance."

"With a workaholic old bachelor who doesn't remember what day it is half the time?"

"You're not old," Sara said with a smirk. "And you don't give yourself enough credit."

"If I were half the man you thought I was—" He never finished his thought and Sara was bothered by his tone; this wasn't the time to rehash their ever-tumultuous non-relationship. It had been a long and confusing day. Adding their relationship problems to the mix would simply take her over the edge.

"I should go," Sara said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

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