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short A/N: Sorry about the delay in updates! Sorry about how short the chapter is! I didn't intend for it to be this short!

The woman from Social Services was a pleasantly plump red-head with kind green eyes named Paige Miller. She looked up as Sara entered the interrigation room and gave her a small smile.

"Hello again, Ms. Sidle."

"Hello. And it's Sara, remember?" At the sound of Sara's name Emily looked up from her drawing and smiled shyly at Sara. The little girl had grown quite attached to the CSI since they had found her at the crime scene. Sara smiled fondly back at Emily who shyly returned to coloring with a content smile.

Sara sat down across from the small child and took in her appearance for the up-teenth time. Emily had dark, curly hair that brushed her shoulders, sparkling chocolate brown eyes, and soft, fair skin. A cute amount of freckles were sprinkled across her nose and cheeks and her hand-me-down overalls and pink shirt (which had once belonged to Lindsey Willows) hung loosely on her thin body. The most eye-catching feature about Emily, however, were the adorable dimples that adorned her facewhenever she smiled.

Sara looked down at the paper in front of Emily. "What are you coloring, Emily?" she asked in a kind, soft voice. The little girl didn't look up or say anything, which didn't surprise Sara in the least. Emily hadn't spoken a word since they found her. They suspected that she had spent about three days alone with no food and only her "brother's" decomposing body for company. So, of course, it was expected that she might be traumatized on some level. This notion broke Sara's already aching heart and she quickly banished the thought from her mind.

The Social Worker's voice brought Sara out of her reverie. "So do you have any news for us? Any new evidence on the location of Emily's mother perhaps?"

"Uh….." A look of panic crossed Sara's face. 'Oh no!' she thought frantically. 'I can't do this!' She would have bolted from the room had Emily notlooked up at her at that moment. The sight of her daughter gave Sara the boost of courage she needed. "Actually, yes." The Social Worker's face brightened, but Sara noticed the fear and disappointment in Emily's eyes.

"Well?" Mrs. Miller asked when the CSI didn't continue.

Instead of speaking to the Social Worker, Sara addressed Emily. "Emily?" The girl locked eyes with Sara. "Did you know….that you were adopted?"

Shock and surprise registered on Paige Miller's face, but Emily just stared at Sara. After a few seconds of silence, Mrs. Miller, who had regained her composure, asked, "Emily, do you understand what Ms. Sidle is asking you?" Emily turned to look at the Social Worker, slowly nodded, then turned back to Sara. A moment of akward silence passed before anyone spoke. "So, when you say you've found Emily's mother……you mean her biological mother, right?" Mrs. Miller asked slowly.

"Yes." Sara replied, nodding. She handed the DNA match report to the Social Worker and said, "We, uh, ran some tests and my supervisor brought this to me tonight." Suddenly Sara realized that she had no idea how Grissom had connected her to Emily. 'I'll have to ask him about that later.' She thought, shaking off her confusion.

As the Social Worker studied the report she asked, "Who's DNA popped up?"

Sara hesitated again, wanting to run from the room as fast as her legs would take her. But when Emily curiously looked up at her all the fear and insecurity she was feeling vanished. "Mine. My DNA…came up."

For the second time shock and surprise took control of Paige Miller's features. "Uh, wha-, excuse me?" The red-headed Social Worker sputtered. "Did you just say that you, are Emily's mother?"

Sara nodded nervously and said, "Yes."

Mrs. Miller seemed to contemplate this for a few moments before she said, "Do you have any other proof that you are in fact Emily's biological mother?"

A small smile played at Sara's lips as she thought. "I have her birth certificate at my apartment."

"Well that's a good start."

As if not really hearing what the Social Worker said, Sara continued, "And I have a few pictures of me pregnant, and from the hospitle the day you were born. And I have your ultrasound." Not realizing what she was doing, Sara began speaking to Emily rather than the Social Worker.

"Uh….Ms. Sidle?"

"Huh? I'm, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get, to get carried away." Sara apologized sheepishly.

"It's ok." Mrs. Miller smiled at her. "Now it's not that I don't believe you, Sara, but I'll need to see all these docuements, and photographs, before we can proceed any further."

"Oh, of course! If you give me twenty minutes I can run to my apart– "

"Ms. Sidle! Please calm down! Now I know you're excited, but there are some things that need to happen before we can let you and Emily be together. First of which, we don't even know how the child in question feels about all this!"

Sara let out a deep breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Sorry. You're right! Didn't mean to get ahead of myself. Again." Sara grinned embarressedly.

"It's alright, dear." Paige Miller said, patting the younger women's hand reassuringly. "Now," she began, turning to Emily. "Emily, Ms. Si– Sara, is your biological mother. That means she's–"

"Are you my real mommy?" Emily asked, cutting the Social Worker off midsentence and locking eyes with Sara once more. The sound of her daughter's voice was sweet as honey in Sara's ears and all of a sudden she felt tears spring into her eyes.

With a big smile Sara slowly nodded. "Yes."

The little girl scrutinized Sara carefully. "For reals?" she asked just as softly as before.

The tears in Sara's eyes threatened to fall. "For reals." she almost whispered.

Before anyone knew what was happening, Emily had shoved her chair back, run around the table, and thrown herself into Sara's arms. Instinctivly, Sara caught the child. She sat there stunned for a split-second as Emily wrapped her little arms aroundher neck and clung to her. As Sara closed her eyes and hugged Emily to her, the tears fell shamelesly from her eyes.

In the observation room, Grissom, Catherine, and Warrick watched all this play out before them. Catherine was freely crying and she could have sworn she heard Warrick and Grissom sniffling as, in the next room, mother and daughter were reunited.

A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm sorry it took so long for me to update, but I've been swamped with homework and then I got stuck in the middle of writing this chapter! Oh well! I'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP so just bear with me alright! O and the N/S fluff should start to happen in the next 2 chapters (if I plan it just right!) so don't worry cuz the fluffy stuffs-a-comin'! Thanks again to all my readers/reviewers! Don't forget to leave me a review!
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