Thanks to my wonderful beta, Camilla Sandman.

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long to get out. I am in London for the semester and a couple of weeks ago my parents came over here to visit and for my cousins wedding. I was away for the weekend for the wedding and then my parents stayed for the rest of the week. Then two days after they left, I left for Spain for a week for my spring break. So between writers block, trying to squeeze in a ton of school work while my parents were here, and then going away for a week, it has been difficult to get another chapter out. Thanks so much for continuing to read and review. I can't tell you how much I appreciate the reviews.

"Yeah, um… Is that Greg Sanders?" she asked, eyes still fixed on Greg.

"Yes, it is. Do you know him?"

Greg was entering the room and noticed the two of them looking at him and halted slightly. Alex stood up and said, "Greg?"

"Alexandra?" Greg asked, a look of recognition flashing across his face. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," Alex replied, barely able to hold her composure any longer.

"Oh my God. Come here," Greg said and opened his arms.

Alex took a few steps to close the distance between them. She wrapped her arms around him and he returned the gesture. They stayed in each others arms for a moment, with neither saying a word. Alex still couldn't believe her eyes and it seemed Greg couldn't either, from the look of his face when they pulled apart slightly.

"I can't tell you how happy I am to see you. What are you doing here?"

"I work here," Greg replied.

"Really?" she asked, taking in Greg from head to toe to make sure he wasn't a hallucination.

"Yeah. I used to work in the DNA lab, but now I am a CSI," Greg replied.

It wasn't until Nick coughed Alex realized the other CSI was still there.

"Can you guys fill me in here?" he asked.

"Oh, sorry Nick," Greg answered as he separated from Alex and stood next to her, leaving his right arm at her waist. "Alex and I go a long way back. It's got to be almost twelve years since I saw her. Isn't that right Alex?"

"Yup," she said quietly.

"So you grew up together then?" Nick asked.

"We met when I was one year old," she replied, pausing for a moment to remember. "My family had moved in next door."

"My younger sister Emily and Alex were best friends. Their birthdays are only a few days apart so they always had joint birthday parties," Greg explained.

"How is Emily?" Alex asked.

"She's doing well. She just finished her third year at Cornell. I have to call her and tell her you're here," Greg said, all smiles.

"That would be great. I haven't talked to her since that night," Alex said, looking down. All of the memories from the last time she saw Emily and Greg seemed to assault her. Combined with all she'd been going through lately, so much pain seemed to overwhelm her at once. She had to struggle to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes.

Greg must have picked up on her troubles, for his face softened. "Alex, I'm sorry about bringing up that night. I can't imagine what you have gone through since then. Emily and I asked our parents almost every day to try to find out where you went. Last I heard was that you were living with your aunt here in Vegas and then you weren't." He pulled Alex towards him and protectively wrapped his arms around her.

"I…I," Alex started, her voice shaking. She couldn't hold the tears back any longer and her eyes stung. Her body was trembling as she cried against Greg's shoulder.

"Hey. It's going to be okay now. I'm here for you," Greg said, rubbing her back.

Distantly she could hear Nick's voice. "I'm going to go out in the hall and wait for Sara. She should be here any minute now. Let me know if you two need anything."

"I will," Greg replied and then there was just the two of them.

For a few minutes Greg just stood there, holding her until she nearly stopped crying. When she felt somewhat in control of herself again, she looked up at him and sniffled, while reaching to wipe her eyes. "I'm sorry, Greg."

"What for?"

"For breaking down like this and getting your shirt wet. I didn't mean to lose it like that."

"Don't worry about it. You have nothing to be sorry for. With all that has happened I would be more worried if you weren't upset. Why don't we sit down and talk for a bit?"

"All right," she replied.

"Are you hungry or thirsty or anything?"

"No, not really," Alex said, she sat down on the couch.

"Are you sure? You probably haven't eaten anything in a while. There's always something to eat around here."

"I guess I could go for a snack or something light."

"How about some pretzels?" Greg asked as he held up a bag that was lying on the counter.

"Sure," she replied, reaching for the bag as he sat down next to her. "Are you working on my case too?"

"I am. When I first found out that the Millers had a daughter named Alexandra, I never thought that you would be that Alex."

"I can't believe it's been almost twelve years since I've seen you and Emily. Was she mad when I left?"

"She was really upset. Our parents tried to explain to her what happened but you guys were only ten, so they didn't want to give her too many details. I was fifteen and they still didn't tell me much. I only found out more of the real story years later after letters Emily and I sent to you were returned with a note from your aunt saying you didn't live with her anymore. All I was able to find out was that you were sent away to a foster home somewhere because your aunt couldn't take care of you any longer."

"I tried to contact you guys too, but my aunt wouldn't let me call long distance. I begged her but she said it was too expensive," Alex said, nibbling on the pretzel she was holding. To her surprise, she found she was hungry after all.

"I was never able to discover where you were or find a phone number to call you at either," he said sadly, lifting his arm and putting it over her shoulders. He gave her a gentle squeeze. "I'm so sorry I was never able to contact you."

"It's not your fault," Alex replied, looking down and placing her hands in her lap. It was easier than to meet all the compassion in his eyes. "It was the stupid foster care system's fault. I hated my social worker. The only time she would talk to me was to tell me she was taking me to another home. Whenever I asked her to help me find you, she just brushed me off and never answered me. When I moved in with the Millers I changed my last name from Kessler to Miller. That probably made it even harder for you to find me but at that point I didn't think you guys cared about me anymore so I didn't think it would matter."

"We never stopped thinking about you. This past November when we were having Emily's birthday dinner we had talked about hiring someone to find you."

"Really?" she asked, looking up at Greg in surprise.

"Yes. We never stopped thinking about you," he paused, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her left ear. "And don't you ever doubt that."

"I won't," she said, unable to keep a slight tremble out of her voice. She could feel tears burn on her cheek and Greg reached up to wipe them away. "I thought I was all cried out."

"Don't worry about it," he told her, pulling her against him. Her body began to shake again as she gave up on control and let her emotions take over. "I'm here for you. If you need anything, all you have to do is ask."

"Hold me," she managed to whisper, her voice raw even to her ears. She could feel him do just that as she lost herself in the abyss of her mind where all the pain seemed to scream at her.

A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter. I got this one done and another one while I was in Spain. I just have to type the other up so that one will be up shortly. You will find out what happened "that night" in the next chapter. Please review and thanks again to those who already have! I love reading them.