A/N: Well… thank you to everyone who took the time to read this fic, and to comment on it. I appreciated the fact that you took the time to let me know what you thought about the story, and I am glad that for the most part, you enjoyed what you read! I can't believe how short this chapter is… I hope you like the conclusion, though!

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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of CSI or its characters. That honor goes to the good folks over at CBS. For more detail on Matthew and Sara's life in foster care, check out QuoththeRaven's "The Life & Times of Sara Sidle." With her permission, I have begun to incorporate her interpretation of Sara's childhood into most of my stories.

Title: The Planetarium: The Conclusion

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Later that evening, Sara sat in the break room, with Patrick calmly sitting on her lap. "It's all going to be okay now, Patrick," she quietly told him, wondering if the words coming out of her mouth were really the truth. Things would be rough for Patrick, and Sara, of all people, certainly understood that. But she would be there for him, and she would try to help him through whatever lay ahead… to the best of her ability.

But in terms of the case itself, several hours before, Nick, Warrick, Greg, Grissom, and Catherine finished ransacking the Sampson's home, finding the murder weapon, Mrs' Sampson's fingerprints all over the handle of the gun, fibers from the seats at the planetarium on one of her shirts, and several blood drops on her shoes. After being interrogated by Brass, the woman admitted to killing her husband, because her son loved her husband more than he loved her. No surprise on that one, Sara thought to herself. Why would Patrick ever love the abuser more than the protector?

Looking down at the small boy, and gently holding him in her arms, Sara sighed. "You're going to stay with me for a couple of days, sweetheart, until your aunt and uncle can come and get you… if that's okay with you?" she asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes, as he continued to suck his thumb. Patrick nodded that that was okay, quietly resting his head on Sara's shoulder.

It was no small feat getting Child Protective Services to allow Sara to take Patrick home with her for a couple of days, but for whatever reason, Grissom and Brass had helped smooth things over. "Okay," she whispered, standing up with Patrick still in her arms. "Let's get out of here, then," she added with a small smile, as she left the break room, Grissom watching her leave. "I know, Grissom…we have to talk. Tomorrow, though, okay…? By phone…?" she asked her supervisor, knowing that they would have to debrief one another before she came back to work, later that week.

Grissom merely nodded, a smile on his face. Tomorrow, they would clear the air, and he would make sure that Sara was truly okay. Tomorrow, after all, was a brand new day.

Yeah… tomorrow, Sara, Joan thought to herself. Tomorrow is a brand new day… tomorrow, you will continue to save the world, she grinned to herself, crawling back toward her spider web. After all, it had been a very long shift, and she was all tuckered out.

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Finis 