What you don't know
Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the CSI characters. Well, I do own Taryn and Brooke.
A/N: This might be a little out of character, just a warning.
Chapter 2: In the Past
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"Hi Brooke I'm your dad" He said, leaning down so they were the same height
The little girl looked up at Taryn as if to ask if it was okay. Taryn nodded her head and Brooke wrapped her arms around him.
"Mommy's dead" She cried, tears forming down her cheeks
He pulled her closer to him and kissed the top of her head.
Shh… Brooke. Its okay, I'm here now.
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"Where the hell is he?" Grissom asked when Nick and Sara walked back into the doors of the crime lab.
"We don't know. He wasn't at his apartment, and the neighbors haven't seen him since yesterday"
"What can we do?" Sara asked
"I guess all we can do is wait" Grissom said
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Greg watched the little girl sleep peacefully in her bed. Brooke had finally passed out after an hour of crying. He looked around the room and sighed in sadness. There was so much that he had missed out on, and he knew that he could never get that back. He also knew that there were going to be a lot to look forward too, some good and some bad.
Could he really do this? Take care of her after he hadn't been there all those years? It was a big responsibility and he didn't think he could do it by himself. He needed to decide, and he needed to do it now.
He glanced at the watch on his wrist and cursed. The team probably had the entire Nevada police department looking for him by now. He pulled out his cell and let out another curse when he realized that it was dead. Getting off the bed, he quietly walked out the room and toward the house phone.
"Grissom"
"Grissom. It's Greg"
"Greg? Where are you?"
"I'm in New York. I had a family emergency, and it was too important for me to wait to leave"
"Emergency or not, I expect that you know how to use a phone"
"Sorry. Phone's dead and I didn't think about charging it"
"You got a week Sanders, and then I expect you back in the lab. Understood?"
"Yes Sir"
Greg didn't realize that he was holding his breath until after he hung up the phone. The conversation with Grissom went better than he expected. He was surprised his boss was so calm about the whole situation and didn't fire him on the spot.
He would have to take her back to Vegas. Unless Taryn wanted to take care of her, but Greg decided that wasn't a choice. After all those years of not knowing Brooke, he felt like he couldn't just let her go.
He walked into the small living room and saw Taryn lying on the couch. She looked up when he sat across from her and pulled him into a hug.
"Greg, it's going to be okay. You're going to be a great dad to Brooke. Holly would have wanted it this way. Trust me. I'm going to miss the little rug rat when she leaves. This place is going to feel so empty" She said, sadly
"Come with us" He said
"What?" She asked, surprised
"Come to Vegas with Brooke and me. You can live with us, and that way someone will always be watching her when I'm at work. Please Tare? He begged
"Greg, I just can't pick up and leave. I have a life here, not to mention my job"
"Please Taryn? I won't ask you for anything else for awhile. I promise. Don't just do this for me, do it for Brooke. She needs at least one more familiar face in Vegas" Her younger brother begged.
He gave her his saddest smile, and knew it wasn't going to be very long now. She always gave in to him, since he was her brother after all.
"When do we leave?" She asked, caving in
After all, it was Vegas.