Its been about a week since Jim and his Grandson came back to Vegas and there was a whole lotta explaining to do. That first night, after the boy had gone to sleep, Jim and Sara had a discussion about the circumstances of him coming into possession of the little boy and the whole "Ellie" bit. Halfway through the conversation Sara said something that struck Jim. He'd remembered Ellie's tale of the father of the child but it didn't really and truly hit him until Sara remarked about the resemblance to Greg that the boy bore. However improbable it seemed that Greg Sanders would or could be the father of his Grandson, Jim made a mental note to find out. But how would he go about doing it? Would he balls out confront him? Would he use lab facilities to determine the parentage? Right now he wasn't sure, but it was something he'd have to address quickly.

Luckily, with his status in the community, Jim was able to find a day care centre that had room for James and an au pare. Constantly occupying his thoughts was the fact that he'd most likely have to switch shifts because he was by no means a rich man and didn't know how long he'd be able to pay the lady. She was a kindly older woman with a genuine Grandmother air about her, kind of like a cross between Shirley McClaine in Steel Magnolias and Rose Nyland from the Golden Girls, but her credentials were exceptional and she wasn't asking for much in the way of money. So, for the time being she'd be perfect, but as I said, Jim wasn't a wealthy man.

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Sitting at his desk, Jim was looking at some digital pictures he'd taken of his Grandson over the past week and with every one he couldn't help but see Greg. Almost as if someone were reading his mind, Greg came knocking at his office door. Looking up from his lap top Jim waved him in and as the young CSI sat across from him reading from a file folder with regards to a case he was currently working, Jim looked from him to the lap top and back. The hair was the same, as were some of the facial features….the dimples on his cheeks, the general body structure, thin, but not too much so, but more than anything else there were the eyes……..exactly the same. After a few minutes of not really hearing what Greg was saying, just hearing a sort of blah, blah, blah, Jim snapped himself back to reality when Greg waved his hand in front of Jim's face and snapped his fingers. He could tell that Jim was pre-occupied with something so he sat up straight in his chair and asked.

"What's wrong, Jim?"

"Nothing, just looking at some pictures of my Grandson."

Getting up and walking round' the back of the desk, Greg placed a bracing hand on the desktop and looked at the monitor, smiling.

"He's a handsome boy. How old?"

"He's two. I've had a Grandson for two years and I only just now found out about it." Jim said a bit of spite in his tones

"How could that be? If I were a father or Grandfather I'd want to know immediately. I swear, sometimes I just don't understand people. I mean, family is family and real families are a dying breed. Now you've got kids getting arrested, failing out of school, taking drugs and other crap. It all comes back to lack of communication. If parents would only take a few minutes a day to talk to their kids, like during supper or something like that I firmly believe that our society as a whole would be in much better shape than it is now."

Looking up at Greg, Jim's heart did a certain sort of flip flop. For someone so young Greg certainly had some good ideals. It was right then that Jim decided to have a little discussion with him. Gesturing to the seat across from him, he asked Greg to sit while he got up and closed his office door. Returning to his desk, Jim laced his fingers together and rested his hands on his blotter. Organizing his thoughts, Jim didn't want to come across as being abrasive or angry, so he took a deep breath and issued his first question.

"You know I have a daughter, right? Well, obviously, since I've got a Grandson, but you know, right?"

"Yeah, I remember hearing something to that effect a couple of years ago, but I've never met her." Greg replied

"Well, we might have a bit of a problem."

"How's that?"

"Well, young James, here is two years old and Ellie said the name of the father was Greg."

"What's that to do with me? There are lots of Gregs out there."

"True, but how many Gregs have issues of Forensics Monthly and books about blood born pathogens on their coffee tables?"

Jim didn't believe that Greg was being evasive; he believed that the young man genuinely had no clue whatsoever. It pained him to have Greg in this position and lay all this on him at once, but the sooner the better, right?

"I've never been with any girl named Ellie. I saw a girl named Rebecca once, but that was it." Greg said, slightly defensive

"That's her middle name." Jim said quietly

Jim could tell that Greg was racking his brain trying to remember things and as much as he wanted to push, he gave the young man time to collect his thoughts and issue his response which came after a few long, quiet moments.

"Are you suggesting that I might be the father of this boy?"

"I'm not sure. All I have is what she told me and the fact that she's not always been totally honest. I guess I'm just trying to figure things out." Jim said, a thoughtful finger on his lips

"Well, if there's only the slightest possibility that I am, I'll be more than willing to take a paternity test. I own up to my responsibilities." He said very sternly

"You might not be, Greg. She may have just picked the name out of the proverbial hat."

"Look, the Rebecca I was with was about five foot seven with medium length straight blonde hair and these intense eyes that just bore through you." He explained

"That sounds like Ellie." Jim said softly

"Yeah, I went back to the bar the next day and a few times since and haven't seen her. Now, I guess I know why." He said, shifting in his chair

"Yeah, she split. She does that." Jim said flatly

"So, how do we wanna do this? If he's mine, I'd like to know, like to contribute. I mean, I don't make much money, but like I said, I own up to what's mine."

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The next couple of days were kind tense and stressful as Jim and Greg waited for the results of the test. They didn't use lab resources, lest it get. They kept it between themselves , as they both figured it was best for the time being. By the time the end of the week came around both Jim and Greg met at the clinic for the results which would either confirm or deny the parentage of James Francis Brass II.