AN: Okay, another chapter up. And Enter Gil Grissom. This one is dedicated to all the Nerds out there! And all the Pink Elephants!

After pulling out the two kids who were fighting, one who was unconscious, the teachers ushered everyone out of the lunch room and to their next class. Sara once again followed Greg and Archie, who were buzzing with a odd sense of happiness.

"That big kid, he's the biggest jerk. Trust me," Greg assured her. Sara figured it must be true if he knew that and school only started a week ago.

A/V Tech was a really cool class. Both Greg and Archie knew what they were doing. Especially Archie. Sara sat at her computer struggling with the program that she was instructed to do. It was actually fun, just had. Archie had it done within 15 minutes and could use the rest of the class for free time, Greg finished 10 minutes before the end of class. Sara didn't finish.

The A/V Tech teacher was Mr. Grey. He was a short, shinny man with flaming red hair and several piercing. Not your normal image of a computer geek. He assured Sara that it was okay that she didn't finish. She would have several days to do the series of programs.

She had History next. Greg had the same class as her, but Archie did not. They got to the class and Sara went to the teacher. Mrs. Person, a older lady with brown hair and tanned skin. She gave Sara a stern look.

"I'm um...new. I just arrived today," Sara told the teacher. Somehow she gave Sara the feeling of rigidness and all that. Like she'd never be able to get away from anything.

"Okay. Sit down, I'll give you a text book. You'll have some catching up to do," The teacher said, a bit sharply. Yeah, this was going to be a tough class.

History wasn't normally her best subject anyway, but she kept her nose in her book, reading the appointed chapter. She would have a lot to do tonight for this class alone. Even Greg was quite in this class, not a good sign.

"I hate that teacher," Greg hissed as he walked down the hall after class. "Okay, you have..."

"English, room 205," Sara filled in. Greg nodded.

"Okay, go down that hall," Greg said pointing. Sara was amazed that he could navigate around this school so easy, despite the fact it was only a week into school.

Sara followed Greg's simple instruction and kept her eyes on the numbers on the door. Finding her classroom she went inside.

"Are you new," asked the teacher sitting behind the glass. Sara nodded.

"I'm Ms. Gleson," she said with a smile on her face. Ms. Gleson was a younger woman who seemed to smile easily.

After getting her textbook and seat assignment, Sara sat down. The desks were in groups of two and Sara was sitting next to a boy with dark hair and dark blue eyes.

"Hi," Sara said. The boy turned to her. "I'm Sara Sidle," she continued. The boy nodded

"Gil Grissom," he said. Sara smiled and shook the boy's hand. Though that class didn't actually require any partner work that day, Sara was happy that she had that boy. He seemed quite, reserved, the opposite of Greg Sanders. And she felt bad that he wouldn't have had a partner is she or someone else hadn't come.

"Sara." Sara heard her voice being called. She was at her locker, it was the end of the day and Sara was attempting to shove her books into her backpack.

It was Greg of course who was calling her name. He came up next to her with that goofy grin on his face. "We're going to stay after to see the kid who beat up that jerk," Greg said happily "Want to come with?"

Sara shook her head. It was a rather tempting offer, but Sara had to get home. Her foster mom would blow up if she didn't get home on time. She shook her head. "Sorry."

Greg frowned. "Ah well," Greg said with a sigh. "I'll see you tomorrow." His smile was back on. He and Archie rushed away. Sara got on the bus, actually rather happy to be going home.

She made it home and said "Hi." to her foster mother. Mrs. Handon shrugged and returned the hello. Sara went up to her room and her foster sister followed her. Kiley had became a foster kid when she was only six. She was 12 now and this was her fifth foster home.

"Hey Sara," she said. Kiley was a small, skinny girl with dirty blond hair and green-grey eyes. She and Sara were really tight, like sisters.

"Hey Kiley."

"How was school," Kiley asked. Sara sat down on the bed and Kiley sat next to her. She started to play with Sara's hair, something she always did and Sara didn't mind.

"Good I guess. I met two kids that have named themselves the Nerd Squad," Sara said. Kiley laughed.

"Their names are Archie and Greg. Greg is in five of my classes. A bit of a weirdo too. He's got spiky hair and he's really loud and excitable."

"Is he cute," Kiley asked. Sara grinned.

"That all you care about?"

Kiley shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess he is," Sara said. Kiley had a big grin on her face.

"There was a fight in the lunch room," Sara continued. "This small african-american kid, a dork according to Greg and Archie, attacked this jerk, a football player. The football player had to be like three times his size. The football player called this girl, her names Catherine, a slut and a whore."

Kiley whistled. "Wow. Far as I'm concerned he deserved what he got."

Sara nodded. "Oh yeah."

After running home, Archie and Greg went up to Greg's room. Greg had a brother and a sister who were younger them him and two sisters and a brother who were older. They all tried to ambush him on the way to his room. When they got there, Greg shut and locked his door.

"Alright, what are we doing this time," Archie said to Greg, pulling a laptop out from under Greg's bed. Archie's parents worked for a computer company and they had a job pretty high up. Getting free stuff was a perk. Archie had three different laptops and he always kept one at Greg's house.

"Greg flopped down on his bed and thought for a moment. "Pull up the people search engin," he said. Archie nodded and started typing furiously.

There was a search engin that Greg and Archie were constantly using. But it was search engin for people. It pulled up newspaper articles, and any forms that were of any sort of public record.

Archie gave Greg a questioning look. "Sara Sidle," he told Archie. Archie nodded and started to type in everything they knew about the girl, which wasn't a lot. It the end it pulled up a few newspaper articles that were defiantly about their Sara Sidle. Archie turned the screen to Greg and backed off.

"I don't want to know," Archie explained. Greg shrugged and clicked one of the articles. It was several yeas old. Sara would've been about 10 at the time.

He had done things similar to this many times. Archie could find any bit of information a long as it was written down somewhere. This is how he and Archie new most of the kids at school, or knew about them anyway.

At first, Greg just skimmed the article. But certain phrases started to jump out at him. "Stabbed multiple times" "Dead when police arrived" "Only witness was a 10 year old girl"

The Greg read the entire thing, start to finish. When he was done, he looked for the other articles. He pulled up several other forms and documents that were public record. It shocked him, it really did. Every family has their not so nice quirks, everyone has their problems. But Sara seemed like such a nice, kind girl. She was smart and had a confidence to her. The knowledge that she had to deal with one parent killing other, it hurt. The fact that she was in and out of foster homes because her mother was in prison. Greg wouldn't wish that fate on anyone. He knew that he couldn't give away what he knew, but he was determined to be a good friend to Sara.

He shut the computer, his head swimming with this new information. Archie looked at him curiously, but Greg shook his head. He handed the laptop back to Archie who reopened it and started a game that was equipped with very loud music. Greg shoved his thoughts away and watched Archie play.