Hello. New chapter:

Summery: Gil's life is about to be turned upside down. Sara has reappeared after a 7-year disappearance, but she does not recall him. Long presumed dead, Gil went on with his life. Now that she is back, he is driven to the point of obsession as he tries to find out what happened to her and where she has been.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just playing with the characters

A/N: Thank you to: CSigurlie07(Sara is coming soon...promise), fredchester (I love you! You reviewed me again)and xxxsarasbutterflyxxx (thank you for not flaming me lol) and thank you anyone who read it.

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Greg grinned manically, ear to ear when he realised that Gil had realised that his shoes were absorbing the foamy and sloppy liquid.

Gil had become immersed in the spaces between the lines of Kafka's 'The Hunger Artist' when Greg had called him on his cell phone. Greg said that he had to wait for a plumber, 'Magic Fingers' or something, and he needed someone to take Ashley to a music lesson to attend on the other side of Las Vegas.

Ashley was his friend's daughter. Greg had known Ashley's mother since high school. Ashley was a fiery fourteen year-old and blisteringly passionate about music, although Greg and her taste differed dramatically, "the difference between Greg's taste in music and mine is that I have some." She found school painfully easy and blew through exams, decimated them actually. Like every fourteen year old, she thought she knew it all and soon she would realise that in fact she was very naïve. Every teenager becomes rebellious when they realise that there parents don't have all the answers; they don't know much more about the world than you do; that they don't have all the answers; that there isn't any Santa Clause; that our parents having been lying to us all along.

"What happened here?"

"Someone overloaded the washing machine," Greg shouted the last to words.

Ashley appeared. Oval faced and she had a kitten nose, and a sweet mouth, very pink, and a very small, firm chin. Brown hair brushed back from her forehead, spilling down behind her. She wore an olive green t-shirt and faded jeans. The top of a pink, thin, flip phone poked out of her right hip pocket.

"Hey, you said make sure all the dirty laundry got washed by the time I went out.

Her fingers curled in to a sharp finger point shape.

"And you got peanut butter on your couch. That is just gross."

"I don't eat peanut butter." Nick had put him off so much, Greg was on the verge of being arachibutyrophobic, the idea of peanut stalagmites hanging from the roof of his mouth almost made Greg wretch.

"Well neither do I." Her left hand was firmly placed on her left hip.

Greg sighed and told sent her to get her stuff.

"Are you sure you don't mind? I didn't want to ask Nick…he has worked a double and wanted to spend time with Madison and-."

Nick's daughter, Madison was six years old, sterile and sweet. Madison was a female Nick, but then his late wife also had brown features. He had lost his wife, Lorna, to a brain tumour that had pushed into her brain stem and killed her fourteen months ago. Everyone had said it was not fair, and it wasn't.

Madison became very quiet, reclusive and shy. The girl had a brown mane and there was an unnatural glisten in the child's deep chocolate eyes. Her nose was more feminine though. She would wear her hair was in two plaits and wore blouses and denim pants. She was very short for her age and her small form have become even smaller. Gil pondered what it would be like to have a constant reminder of what you had lost. Her face, her eyes looking up at you? Would be worse having a reminder or having nothing at all?

"It's fine. How is he?"

"He is okay. I think we should spend some time with him. Maybe we could do something for thanksgiving?"

Gil nodded as Ashley re-entered. The serious and melancholy mood reverted back to a happy one.

"And can someone tell me why there is a wet towel on my leather chair?" Greg grabbed it and blasted Ashley with a sigh. She squeezed out the word 'sorry'.

"Is this the Sanders residence?" The new voice made Gil's head turn. A man, younger than him but older than Warrick stood at the door, looked like he often worked out, stood at the open door. He held a steel tool box.

"Yeah, just one second. Have you got your flute?" Ashley tilted her box from her side.

"Okay good. See you later kid." Ashley followed Gil.

"Excuse me…thank you."

Greg called to Ashley.

"You want Indian tonight?"

Gil saw the plumbers van. It was a dirty white.

"Nah to spicy? Italian?"

The name of his company was called 'Magic Fingers.' The logo was mostly black but it had a border of yellow and purple stars.

"Had that last week? Thai?"

"Thai would be great."

"Ashley you are gonna be late." Greg realised that Grissom was calling from outside and Ashley responded by saying.

"Coming G."

Greg thanked all the God's he could think of that Gil wasn't his boss.

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