I Do Not Own CSI

"Sara, go take a break," Gil said as he came into the layout room where Sara was examining the children's clothes for trace.

"I'm ok."

"Sara, I can see that you're tired. We're going into a double shift on our first night back. Please, go lay down, even sit down, and take your mind off the case for a half hour. Don't push yourself, not when you're pregnant," Gil said the last part softly.

"Ok."

"OK, you're not going to fight me on this?"

"No, you're right, I shouldn't push myself too much, not when I'm pregnant," Sara said, slowly pulling off her gloves.

"Come on, we'll put this away and I'll make you a cup of tea."

"Hey, is it break time," Catherine said as she and Warrick came into the break room to find Gil and Sara on the couch each with a cup of tea.

"Yeah, we just needed to relax for a few minutes," Grissom said as Sara's head suddenly hit his shoulder softly.

"I think someone's tired," Warrick pointed out as Gil gently set the cups down and laying Sara on the couch while he got up, all without waking her.

"I remember that. When I was pregnant with Lindsay, I could sleep at the drop of a dime."

"It's starting to hit Sara a little more now. We have a doctor's appointment in a couple days."

"She's starting to show a bit."

"I know, just don't say too much about it," Gil warned Warrick.

"I am not that stupid. You never comment on a woman's weight."

"Very good boys, looks like you're starting to learn," Catherine said as Nick, and Greg came in the room.

"Please tell me there is coffee," Nick asked.

"Shhh, Sara just fell asleep," Gil said softly.

"Sorry"

"She looks beat," Greg said softly.

"She is, first night back and we're already pulling a double."

"Is she ok," Nick asked.

"Just tired, Nick," Grissom replied as Jim came into the room. Seeing Sara sleeping on the couch he spoke quietly.

"Anything new?"

"DNA came back to the victims, although there was a fifth donor on it, a male. Wendy is running the name through codis, but there were a lot of allies in common with the mother and father. Looks like they had another son," Catherine said pulling out her report.

"Victim or suspect?"

"I finished calling hospitals and clinics around Vegas, asking if they have seen any neck slashes, they all said no. When I asked if they had any hand stitches from knife wounds, all replied with, and I quote 'There's not a night we don't see at least a dozen or so patients coming in for stitches in their hands,'" Warrick added.

"Do we know the name of this other child? And where is this child?"

"Nick and I did some digging on the couple. It seems like they gave a child up for adoption twenty four years ago, to the day actually. The name on the birth certificate was David Reese. That was the last name of the adopting family."

"Have you been able to get a hold of the adopting family?"

"I've been trying to locate them, but it turns out they died and David was put into foster care," Gil added as Sara started to stir.

"Wakie, wakie, sleepy head," Greg teased.

"Go back to sleep, Sara," Jim said.

"I'm good actually. A cat nap was all I needed."

"Well, my office is always open."

"Does that offer go to any of us, Brass," Warrick asked.

"Are you pregnant?"

"Fair enough"

"Do we know anything new," Sara asked.

"We may have a suspect, a David Reese," Gil said as Sara suddenly went pale.

"Did you say a David Reese?"

"You sound like you know him, Sara," Jim said.

"I did, a long time ago," She whispered out.

"You want to explain how you know our suspect," Jim asked.

"Can you close the door?"

"I got it," Catherine said as Gil went to go sit beside Sara on the couch.

"I, ummmmmm, James and I spent a good chunk of years in foster care. We were separated for a long time."

"What for, Sara," Nick asked.

"Maybe another day I'll tell you, Nick, but not today. Anyway, I was shipped off from place to place a lot, but the last place I was at was longer. I think it was actually a year, maybe a little more, until I left for Harvard."

"You were sixteen, right," Warrick asked.

"Yeah. David, he ahh, came in about a month after I did. He was lonely and shy, and got picked on by the other kids. Because I was older I was able to keep the other kids away, and this nine year old never left my side after that. But after I left for college we lost touch. I had heard he got moved to another home and I wasn't able to find out where he went."

"Was this in San Francisco?"

"Yeah"

"And you haven't heard anything about him since," Jim asked.

"No, but for all I know David Reese may no longer be his name. A lot of kids change their names when they age out. They want to forget who they were so they can start off fresh."

"So, we're going to have to go through a lot of foster records."

"We've got to have solid proof that David is a prime suspect to get a hold of those records. Judges don't like giving those records out. They like to protect the lives those kids have made for themselves, good or bad."

"Did he ever give any indication that he wanted to find his parents, Sara," Greg asked.

"Not really, he might have, but he was only going on eleven when I left. He's now at least twenty four, so if foster care sucked for him he may want to find his biological parents. What's your evidence that brought his name into the case?"

"We found his blood on the murder weapon. Think that would get the judges approval?"

"As long as there's a judge that really likes you," Sara replied as she leaned her head on Gil's shoulder tiredly.

"Come on guys, back to work." Brass ordered, leaving the couple sitting on the couch.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, it's just sad if David did this. He was just a scared little boy who needed to be loved when I was with him. I feel bad for losing track of him."

"Sara, he wasn't your responsibility."

"In a way he was. When someone picked on him, he came to me. When he needed a friend, he came to me. I taught him his times tables, Gil. He was my responsibility," Sara said with tears in her eyes.

"But you can't control his actions. If he did this, it was by his own doing, not yours. Don't blame yourself for any of this, ok," Gil said softly, wiping her tears away.

"I'm going to go wash my face. Meet you in the layout room," Sara said, getting up for the bathroom.

"Sara, it's not your fault."

"But it feels that way."

TBC

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