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Mally Stokes slowly opened her eyes expecting to see the pale blue walls of her bedroom, the sun beginning to peek its way through the blinds of her bay window. Instead, she found herself on what she realized was the CSI breakroom couch, an old blanket covering her small body. She'd fallen asleep here many times when her dad couldn't find her a babysitter as a little girl, but she hadn't done that in years. Mally was trying to figure out why the hell she was at her father's workplace when she realized she had a massive headache and then the undeniable urge to puke. She was about to jump off the couch to run for the bathroom when she saw a bucket on the floor next to the couch. Emptying some of the contents of her stomach, she realized someone predicted this may happen. As she took deep breaths, Mally saw someone enter the breakroom out of the corner of her eye, trying to focus on the floor.

"Good morning." Her father's voice greeted her in a tone that told her he wasn't happy. Her rather loud awakening had reached his ears down the hallway, where he had been waiting for her to come to. Mally and Natalie would've been down at the county jail right now if the officers at the scene hadn't recognized their names and called Gil and Nick.

"Hi." She replied weakly, putting her head in her hands, still focusing on her breathing. Nick sat down on the couch next to his daughter and focused at the floor in front of him, his elbows sitting on his knees. Normally when Mally was sick, Nick was by her side, holding back her hair and gently rubbing her back in comfort, but not this time. He didn't feel sorry for her at all. He hoped that her first hangover would teach her a big lesson. "I feel like crap." She muttered, finally breaking the silence.

"That's what consuming God knows how much alcohol will do to you, Mally."

Mally sighed loudly, knowing she'd really be in for it when they got home. She didn't know how soon that would be, seeing as she had absolutely no idea what time of night it was.

"What time is it?" She asked, finally looking at him.

"Three a.m. You've been out for about two hours. Sara will be here in a few minutes to take you home. I'll be home in the morning and you and I will be having a long talk."

"Daaaaad." She whined, collapsing back on the couch. "I screwed up. Can't we just leave it at that?" She tried.

Nick opened his mouth to say something, shocked, and then closed it again for a moment.

"Leave it at that?" He repeated her statement, trying to remain calm. He turned to look back at her on the couch. "Mally, you are fourteen years old and from what I understand, you were partying with junior and senior boys. Do you know what the cops found at the house? Ketamine! That's a date rape drug! Do you understand how easily they could've taken advantage of you? What could've happened to you?" His voice was getting louder, and he fought to keep it down. "Not to even mention the fact you and Natalie were walking around Vegas alone at night! This seriously calls into question your ability to look out for your own safety and my ability to have any trust in you!"

"Dad, you're blowing this way…"

They were interrupted by a knock on the break room door. It was Sara.

"Hey, guys." She called, leaning on the doorway. Mally immediately felt bad, because she could tell Sara really just wanted to be sleeping right now. Sara was dressed in sweats and a tank top with a jacket over the top. "I can leave you alone for a few minutes if you want."

Nick stood up from his place on the couch and turned to Mally, helping her up. "No, Sara, I'm glad you're here. I need her out of my sight right now."

Mally felt like she'd been stabbed in the heart as Nick made his way to the door. Sara gave him a confused look. She'd never seen him this upset and act so coldly towards his daughter.

"Daddy!" Mally called out, tears now streaming down her face. "Please don't be mad at me! I'm sorry!"

Nick's eyes remained focused on Sara's. He sighed as he turned to face Mally one last time.

"I need to know one thing, Mally." He started. "How many other times have you taken advantage of my trust for you?"

His words hurt almost as much as his previous comment had. She'd never done anything like this before, but how could she convince of that right now? As she pondered how to answer, it was too much of a pause for Nick.

"I'll see you in the morning." Nick told her, and walked out of the room.

Back at the Grissom household, Catherine was just leading her own daughter back into the house. Luckily, it had been a slow night, so Catherine had been able to take off for a while to get Natalie back home. She had also gotten a similar lecture back at CSI by both of her parents and now Natalie just wanted to crash in her bed and sleep for the entire next day. After a silent ride home, Catherine helped the still woozy girl into the house and up the stairs to her room. When they got inside, Natalie immediately threw herself onto her bed. Catherine went to her bureau drawers and pulled out some pj pants and a tank top.

"Come on, Nat, let's get you changed and into bed." Catherine told her daughter, pulling her to a sitting position by her arms.

"Mommaaaa…" Natalie moaned. "I can get dressed by myself."

"It doesn't appear to be that way." Catherine told her as she reached down to take her shoes off. "Natalie, I gave birth to you. It's nothing I haven't seen. I don't know how many times Lindsey came home like this. I would've hoped you learned something from her mistakes."

Natalie still mumbled angrily as she allowed her mother to get her into her pajamas. Natalie was constantly reminded of her half sister Lindsey's mistakes as a teen each time she slipped up, like she wasn't allowed to make her own. It seemed her parents expected her to use Lindsey as a sort of model for what mistakes not to make. Not that Lindsey was a horrible person, but she'd gotten herself into her fair share of pickles. Lindsey was away at college now, but Natalie was reminded of her all the time.

Catherine pulled back the covers to Natalie's bed and helped her scoot underneath, tucking her in.

"I have to get back to work, but we'll be back in the morning, okay?"

"Okay." Natalie muttered, dreading lecture number two in the morning.

"Natalie, your dad and I were very disappointed in your decisions tonight, but we still love you. We don't want anything to happen to you."

"Moooom! Okay, I get it! Just let me sleep!" Natalie threw her hands up to her face.

"I just wanted to make sure you knew." Catherine offered as she patted her hand. "Goodnight. See you in the morning." With that, Catherine got up and turned off the light. She looked back at Natalie one last time as she closed the door.

Mally Stokes had been crying or sniffling nonstop since her father abruptly left the room back at CSI. Sara was now driving the overly emotional teen back to their house not knowing what to say. She didn't want to tell Mally everything would be just fine, because she was personally frightened for the girl. Sara had never seen Nick so upset with his daughter. She'd screwed up big time and they both knew Nick would be laying in to her when he got home. Sara decided she would try to talk him down as much as she could, but she needed to stay out of this argument.

"He hates me…" She sobbed into a tissue.

Sara sighed. "Mally, he doesn't hate you. He's just disappointed and he knows you're growing up. He wants you to be safe."

"I can't believe I let Natalie talk me into this. It was so STUPID!"

"Well, Mally, I think being remorseful will help when you talk to him. He'll feel better if you admit you made a mistake. That was really dangerous, Mally. You just scared the crap out of him."

"He'll still ground me." She sniffled.

"Of course he will, Mally. You deserve that. You made a major mistake."

"And things were going so well with Jordan…" She went on. "He finally kissed me tonight. But I don't know where he went after the cops showed up."

Things were starting to click for Sara now. She'd done this all for a boy. And the little pipsqueak probably ditched her as soon as the cops showed up. Sara was a strong woman. How could Mally let herself be used like that? She didn't understand teenagers. Sara had to admit she wasn't "popular" like Mally in high school, so she probably didn't get what was so important about this one boy. But she did understand a girl going through her first crush and possibly a first broken heart.

"Mally Elyse Stokes, don't you ever base your actions on what a boy thinks. If you are doing whatever it takes to chase after him, you are going to end up looking like a fool." Sara said, a little firmer than she thought she knew how.

"What would you know about it?" Mally looked out the window with her arms crossed.

Sara glanced over at the girl.

"A lot actually." She paused for a moment. "Tomorrow, you and I need to have a talk about the male species.

"Whatever." Mally said, keeping her eyes focused on the dark passing scenery. Inside, she was hopeful about the declaration Sara had just made. She had to admit she'd had trouble warming up to Sara. She always seemed uncomfortable around her – just someone she had to put up with to be with her dad. But just maybe she could help her out with this guy thing. It's something she wouldn't dare talk to her father about. He would just freak out. Maybe Sara could help her with this guy thing. Mally allowed herself a small smile as they pulled into the driveway of their house.