13
On the way to the Sims' house, Sara asked, "Are you okay?"
He reached across the car and took her hand, "I am as long as you're here with me."
"Then you'll always be fine."
"Good. You know, I never asked you how you got this time off."
"I'm better at politics than you. By the way, Ecklie wants you to call him when you know how long you'll need off."
"Jesus, Sara. How am I going to work the graveyard shift with a four year old?"
"Ask Catherine."
"Why, so she can teach me how to neglect my little girl like she does Lindsay?"
"Grissom!"
"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I just…she's just not the person I'd like to ask."
"Fine. We'll worry about that another day. Let's worry about one thing at a time."
"Okay. What's today's one thing?"
"I said one thing at a time, not one thing per day. First, we'll deal with how she reacts to you. Then we'll decide what to do next."
"Like?"
"Well, I'm assuming Barry will send her clothes and some toys with her, but she'll need things for her bedroom. And you'll also need to go to the grocery store to get some of the foods she likes."
"How am I supposed to know what she eats?"
"It's all here on the list Sandy left you."
"Sara, I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I guess you'll never know." They pulled into the driveway. "You ready?"
"As I'm ever gonna be."
When they knocked on the door, a beautiful little girl answered the door. She held a picture in her hand. She looked from Grissom to the picture, then back again.
Grissom crouched down in front of his daughter, "Hello, Sara."
"Are you my Daddy? You look like my Daddy, but you have hair on your face."
"I am…your Daddy. I grew a beard and mustache since your Mommy took that picture."
"Okay. I thought it was you 'cause you have my Daddy's eyes. My Mommy said I have your eyes, too. Do you think so?"
Tears welled in his eyes, "Yes, I think you do. Sara, is…Barry here?"
"He locked himself in his office. He said to wait here for you. He said that you would know what to do when you got here. I heard a really big noise a little while ago."
Grissom looked up at Sara and he picked up the little girl. He set her on a chair by the front door. "Sara, I need you to sit here while I go talk to Barry. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Daddy."