Chapter Seven
"And I thought I was confused before..." Sara said quietly. Grissom walked over to Keana and hugged her, there was nothing he could say to make her feel better. Sara stayed in the kitchen, thinking over her thoughts and trying to make sense of them. She walked into the living room after thinking for a few moments. Sara sat down beside Keana, she didn't say anything.
"He's leaving." Keana whispered. Sara and Grissom both looked at the girl.
"What?" Sara asked.
"He's walking away, he said he'll come back later." Keana whispered, her voice was shaky.
"Keana, he's not coming." Grissom said.
"He was at the door, he saw Catherine and ran away so he wouldn't get caught." Keana said.
"Keana, he's not coming." Grissom said again.
"He came here just to scare me, he's going to come back later to hurt me, and he'll leave again, then come back and kill me." Keana said.
"Keana, he's not coming." Grissom repeated.
"Anyone want a sandwich?" Sara asked, changing the subject. Keana nodded.
"I ate at my house, but thank you." Grissom said. Sara got up and made for herself and one for Keana. The two of them ate at the table in silence. When Keana was finished eating, she got up and stared out the window. Sara cleared the table and sat beside Grissom.
"She's not going to listen to us, no matter how many times we tell her that her father isn't after her." Sara said.
"We have to keep telling her, even if she won't listen." Grissom said. Sara nodded. "Sara?" He asked.
"What?" Sara asked, her voice was quiet.
"What's wrong?" Grissom asked.
"What do you mean what's wrong?" Sara asked. "Nothing is wrong." Grissom wasn't convinced.
"Yes, something is." Gil said, he saw it in Sara's eyes. Sara looked over to the girl staring out the window.
"I'm just worried about Keana." Sara said.
"Sara, it's more than that, you know it." Grissom said. Keana sat beside Sara, her eyes were filling with tears, she was about to cry.
"What is it, Keana?" Sara asked.
"He's coming again." Keana whispered, a tear fell down her cheek.
"He's not coming Keana." Grissom said.
"Yes, he is." Keana said.
"No, he won't come, he never will." Grissom said.
"Why do you think he won't come?" Keana asked, more tears fell down her cheeks.
"Because he's not alive, he's been dead for four years." Grissom said.
"Then who killed my mom?" Keana asked. Sara and Grissom looked at each other, that, they couldn't explain.