Hehe. This story is getting more and more dramatic, peeps! XD

Lindsey sat in the car and listened to her mother ramble on and on about how much pain she went through. Lindsey slammed her fists on the dashboard, causing Catherine to jump back and stare at Lindsey.

"Mom... we're going to that reception-"

"Oh no we're not. I don't know who you think you're talking to but I can tell you right now that we are NOT going."

"MOM! I'm FINALLY meeting my father, for the first time in my life. How are you going to keep me away from him?"

"Lindsey... he left me, and he'd easily leave you..."

"I don't believe that. I don't believe anything that comes out of your mouth..."

"Well you better learn. Everything I've ever told you was nothing but the truth..." It was quiet in the car before Lindsey looked out of the window.

"Then why do I feel like I can't trust you anymore?" Lindsey said softly. Catherine shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know. So... you trust someone you've just met more than your own mother?"

"You know, he still loves you! He loves all of us..."

"How can you believe that!"

"He's my father! Why can't you get that through your head! I love him! I may not have spent my childhood with him, but I can tell he loves me too..." Catherine threw her head back and shook it back and forth.

"Lindsey, Lindsey... Lindsey..."

"I'm going to that reception party..."

"No. You're not."

"YES. I AM!"

"Fine. You wanna go to the damn party? Go... but when he leaves you too, don't come crying back to me..."

"Whatever..." Lindsey opened the car door and slammed it on her way out. Catherine rested her head on the steering wheel and let the tears fall in her lap. She looked up and watched as Lindsey ran to Gil.

"Dad?"

"Linds... Linds, I thought you and your mom would be at the reception by now..."

"She doesn't wanna go Dad... She thinks... she thinks that you'll walk out on us like-"

"Lindsey... I didn't walk out on you and your mother."

"Well then why-"

"Sara... the woman I married, she was part of my team."

"Team?"

"I'm a CSI, sweetheart."

"You... you're a CSI?" Gil nodded his head and took Lindsey's hand. Sara had gotten into the limo with the bridesmaids and was ready to leave. Gil look and yelled.

"Sara! Honey... I'll be at the reception in a few minutes! You guys go ahead without me!" Sara smiled and rolled the window back up. Gil and Lindsey watched as the limo disappeared off into traffic. Gil turned back to Lindsey and grabbed her hand again. They walked to the small garden in the back of the church and sat on the bench that over looked a beautiful pond with flowers surrounding it.

"Dad... why didn't you come back?" Gil sighed and looked at her.

"I did, sweety. I did..."

"Then..."

"Sara went missing. I had to go all the way down to Miami to try and find her."

"And so... what? You just left Mom in Vegas hoping that she would see you again some day?"

"Lindsey, I-"

"You know? She was right... You did leave us. You didn't want us..." Lindsey went to get up and leave, but Gil softly grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.

"Let me explain. Alright?" Lindsey crossed her arms and stared out into the pond. "I left, yes. But my intensions were to come back, get married to your mother, and start a family."

"Well then why didn't you?"

"I called your mother every day for a month... we got a break in the case and everytime I would go to check up on your mom, another suspect would come in or more evidence came in to be processed. I lost track of time, Lindsey."

"That sounds so stupid..."

"It does... but that's what happened. A month turned into 3... and 3 turned into 12. Pretty soon, I thought your mother forgot about me."

"You didn't try to look for her?"

"I did. I looked all over Vegas. She was gone, Linds. She realized she was too good for me."

"Dad... you guys are so right for each other..."

"I know, Linds..."

"Then why did you get married to..."

"Sara?"

"Yeah..."

"Love's complicated, sweety. I don't think you'd understand my reason..." Lindsey sighed and sat there. She looked over at her dad and sadly smiled. She hugged him and started crying.

"I'm so happy that I found you..."

"I love you so much, Lindsey. Don't let anyone tell you different." Lindsey slowly nodded her head and pulled back.

"Dad? Do you... do you still love Mom?"

"Of course I do. I always have..."

"Even when you're with S... Sara?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you and Mom get back together!"

"I... I don't know, Lindsey..."

"Just... please." Gil looked down at his watch and grabbed Lindsey's hand.

"You're coming to the reception right?"

"Sara doesn't know about me... does she?" Lindsey said standing in place. Gil sighed, dropped his head, and shook it no. Lindsey stomped her feet and bunched up her fists. "I KNEW it." Lindsey went to walk away but Gil called out to her.

"Where are you going?"

"I knew this was too good to be true. If she see's me, she's going to know... she will. She'll get mad, you won't have a wife, and then the whole thing will be my fault. I'll just be another reason why Mom shouldn't have had me..." Gil's heart broke in half. He walked up to her and hugged her.

"No. No, no, no. Don't think like that. You're wonderful. Nothing's your fault and if Sara gets mad because I love you, then I'll divorce her."

"Wha... Really? Dad-"

"If she can't except the fact that I love you and your mother, and always will, then she has to go..."

"Dad..." Lindsey said smiling. He smiled back, held out his arm, and waited for her to take it. She looped her arm through his, and started walking out to his car.

When they walked in the reception hall, everyone turned their heads to see who it was. Lindsey grabbed Gil's hand and held on tight.

"Daddy... why are they staring at me like that?"

"I don't know, sweety..." They walked into the dance hall to find everyone dancing. The music was blasting and most of the lights were off. Sara wasn't anywhere to be found, so she was most likely in the middle of everyone, dancing. Gil dragged Lindsey out into the hallway and let go of her hand. "Some wedding reception, huh?"

"Dad... the place looks beautiful..." Lindsey said walking around the place and looking at all of the decorations. She passed infront of the cake and smiled. It had beautiful designs all over and it was very big. She turned around and leaned her back against the table. Gil was sitting across from her in a chair against the wall. "When are you going to tell her?"

"I... I don't know."

"You have to tell her sooner or later..."

"I know, sweety..."

"I've got an idea..." Gil looked up at Lindsey and settled himself in the chair. "Request a father/daughter dance..."

"Lindsey..."

"Please? You told me if she couldn't except the fact that-"

"Alright. Come on." Gil got up and took Lindsey's hand. She smiled as he pushed his way through the crowds of people. He stood infront of Sara. She had taken off her wedding dress and put on some of her casual clothes. "Sara! This is Lindsey! She's my daughter! I'm going to request a dance with her. Okay!" Gil held his breath. Lindsey stood behind him, afraid of what Sara might do if she found out that Catherine was her mother. Sara waved Gil off and continued dancing with her friends.

"That went well..." Lindsey said rolling her eyes.

Catherine stood infront of the double doors to the reception hall and sighed. She opened the doors and forcefully pulled back. A few people who were in the room stopped to look at Catherine and went back to their conversations. After looking around, she slowly walked into the dance hall and made her way through a few tables which had people crowded at. She leaned against the wall. Something caught her eye. It was Gil and Lindsey dancing. She was having the best time ever. Suddenly, the music stopped and the DJ came on.

"Everyone... it seems our groom has requested a father/daughter dance with his beautiful, daughter... Lindsey."

Well... how are Catherine and Sara gonna take it? READ THE NEXT CHAPTER TO FIND OUT! XD