A/N: Being sick sucks!!!!! Especially when you are super busy like me. Sorry this is late. I don't know when the next installment will be hopefully by Friday.

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Chapter 6

Sara settled into her seat on the airplane making sure that she had a solid grasp of Olivia. Owen, was not thrilled to be on a plane, so with a pat on the head, she'd belted in the unimpressed boy and passed him a small toy. If the trip to the store was any indication the flight to Las Vegas was going to be quite an experience for Sara. Her gaze moved across the aisle to Jeremy, he was just settling in.

Watching silently she threw him a small smile as he reached into his pack and grabbed his video game. He was about to turn it on when a steward came by and let him know that he couldn't use it.

"But, Sara said I could." He replied defending himself.

"Oh, you can, but not until we're in the air. If you use it now it may affect the pilot's instruments." Jeremy sighed and angrily shoved it back into his pocket.

"It won't be long before you can use it Jeremy, just hang on," Sara soothed him.

The boy shifted nervously in his seat and played with his seatbelt, his eyes dropping to his hands.

"It's a short flight and before you know it we'll be in Nevada." This fact seemed to interest him as he had never been in another state before.

"Is it really a desert?" he asked, his attention now focused on his pseudo-mother.

"Most of it is. There are some mountains though, and Lake Mead. I see a lot of the city through with what I do, so I don't get to explore Nevada all that much. Maybe we can do it together."

He nodded silently.

"It's really hot during the summer days, but cools off a bit at night, not a lot in the summer but in the winter it gets pretty cool." Sara continued her narrative, her slim fingers gently twirling Olivia's hair.

"No snow, though right?"

"Nope, no snow. Do you like snow?"

"Eh, not really." By this point Owen had his head resting against Sara's arm and his thumb firmly in his mouth, while staring out the window. Olivia had happily fallen asleep on Sara's lap and they were taxiing down the runway getting ready for take off. As the nose lifted into the air Jeremy applied a death grip to the armrests of his seat. Clearly he was unprepared for the sensation, Owen clamped his hands over his ears as they popped with the rise in altitude. Sara lifted the armrest between herself and Owen and he squeezed himself as close as he could into her side. She then used her then free hand to wrap around him and rub his left ear to try to ease the pain she knew he was feeling.

"It's ok," she soothed, trying to get both boys to calm down. "We'll level off soon, it'll be ok." Tears silently made their way down Owen's cheeks and he just pushed his face into Sara's side.

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Grissom stood in his kitchen nursing a glass of scotch staring blankly at the wall behind his visitor. He still hadn't heard from Sara, but wasn't all that surprised. He had made his feelings known, but now was regretting every word that had tumbled from his mouth. All that was left to do now, was to come up with a solution.

"You should call her," his eyes focused on Greg who was sitting at his dining room table, sipping at a beer.

"She'd hang up on me." He sighed and joined the younger man at the table, taking the bottle of scotch with him.

"I don't think she would. She was hurt by what you said, but she loves you and I think she would forgive you. Plus she needs you."

Grissom looked curiously at his confidant. He was the only one in their circle that knew that he and Sara were together and that was only because he's run into them one day coming off the roller coaster at the Adventuredome. He'd been happy to keep their secret and they had even gone on a few double dates with him and his girlfriend Annette. So when this problem arose it was only natural for Grissom to go to him when he needed a sounding board.

"I can't be a dad, Greg."

Greg's jaw dropped, THAT's what this was about? He was shocked.

"What?"

"My dad died when I was a boy. I am a total introvert and completely involved in my work and my bugs. That doesn't make good father material."

"Hello! What the hell have you been to all of us for the past forever? To me especially!" Disbelief edged his voice.

"Um, a boss?" Greg looked like he was going to knock Grissom upside the head.

"No Griss. A father. You have taught and nurtured us and you've helped us all grow so much. Except for now cause you are being a moron!"

Grissom looked taken aback and Greg wondered if he had gone too far with his statement.

"But you are all adults and if I got tired of you I could send you home or fire you if need be. I can't fire these kids!"

"No, but you can ground them or send them to their rooms if you have to, but one of them will be in school and the other two are pretty little Griss. I think you could handle it fine, especially with Sara there as their mom."

"I don't know, Greg." Greg just smiled and patted his shoulder.

"I do. Now Sara's plane lands in a half a hour. You better go get her." There was a smirk plastered all over his face. He was supposed to pick Sara up but Grissom would be the better choice.

"Uh"

"Come on, if you don't leave now you'll be late so get going."

Grissom gave Greg a glare but got up and grabbed his jacket; and glad that he hadn't finished his drink, he hustled out the door.