A/N: Baleson Academy is of my own creation, it is not real. I don't know if there are schools similar to this in Las Vegas, but one would only hope.

Chapter 12

Grissom was sitting on his couch reading a copy of Social Insects Journal when his cellphone trilled on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it, seeing it was Catherine he heaved a sigh and for a moment contemplated not answering it, but he decided against that form of action because knowing the woman as he did, he figured she'd just continue to call.

He sighed again, "Hello, Catherine."

"Ha! I knew you were home. Hey, I need a favor." There was a rustling in the background and Catherine's voice broke across the line, "Uncle Gil, honey."

Clearly the comment hadn't been address to him, which left one question; who was she talking to?

"What do you need me for?" Now his curiosity was piqued.

"Well, I am baby-sitting Owen and Olivia while she and Jeremy are at the Baleson Academy for an interview."

"She found a school for him?" Grissom was hurt she hadn't called, despite the fact she had made it pretty clear it was up to him to make the first step.

"Yup, anyway, Lindsey's school just called and I need to go get her. Something about hitting another girl in the face." There was resignation in her voice, " maybe I should send Lindsey to Baleson."

"Ok?" A sinking feeling to up residence in his stomach. He had a bad feeling about where this conversation was headed. " What do you need me for?" His eyebrow arched even though Catherine couldn't see him.

"Owen is sick with the flu and in bed and Olivia is napping so I can't take the little ones with me so I need you to come over here and watch them while I deal with Lindsey." What she didn't say was that this might include locking the girl in a cage until she turned 20. When Grissom remained silent, she quickly put in. "Sara said she'd be back before five so you will still have plenty of time to sleep before work."

Grissom groaned, "I don't know Catherine, if she'd wanted me there she could have called me to begin with."

"Look, Gil, I really need you to come watch these two. You are the only one available right now who can." Catherine was beginning to get to him.

"Sara and I aren't on the best of terms right now though..."

"When are you?"Catherine asked.

If only she knew.

"Look, I'm desperate. I wouldn't ask if this wasn't important."

"Oh alright I'll come over, give me twenty minutes." He hung up the phone and slowly got to his feet. Maybe this would be all right, maybe this would be the 'in' that he needed to get into Sara's good graces again. Although, picking up the phone to call her a before she'd been forced to call Catheriney for help might have been a good place to start, before hand.

A short time later Grissom was standing in front of Sara's door waiting for Catherine to open it. Finally it swung open revealing Catherine with a sleepy Owen in her arms.

"Hey, Gil," she half whispered. "This guy has been up for a while, but Olivia is still down for her nap. She's only been out about an hour and she should hopefully sleep another hour." She passed the little boy to Grissom. "I really have to go. Thanks again. See you tonight at work."

He nodded his head and let her pass, then after shuffling the small child about in his arms, he shut the door behind her. Owen had curled his head under his neck, and was nestled there with one small hand clutching the collar of his shirt. Walking carefully over to Sara's couch he sat down gently as to not disturb the little boy in his arms.

"How are you doing buddy?" he intoned softly. There was no answer of course, the boy simply rubbed his nose against Grissom's neck further.

This was going to be an interesting afternoon, indeed.

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Jeremy was on cloud nine, he loved Baleson Academy. It was completely different from any school he had ever been in. The class sizes were very small so that each student received a lot of individualized attention. They would be studying things he was interested in and they had a great athletics program so he would be able to try out for the baseball team.

Even though the class sizes were small the school had a large number of students, but the student-teacher ratio was around 15:1 rather than usual 35-40:1 that Jeremy had been used at his school in Portland.

Sara was also very pleased with the school, everyone seemed to really care for the student's education and wanted to help students strive and attain their maximum potential.

They had set up Jeremy's schedule and he would be in a contained room for most of the day. The only classes he would have out of that room were PE and mathematics. This wasn't a the way the school year would normally be for the boy, but because there were only a few weeks left of school they decided that this was the best way for them to assess his abilities, and to get him ready for next year - when he would probably be in general education classes for most of the day.

Sara glanced over at the boy while at a stoplight. He was still leafing through the information the principal had given them and was occupied with reading about their sports program. He would be able to try out for the soccer team in the fall and the baseball team next spring, two of his favorite sports. Since he was coming to the school so late in the year he wasn't able to play this year, but Sara hoped to get him into a summer program that Mrs. Tompson had recommended to her.

"Well, what do you think of Baleson?" she asked, though she assumed the answer by the look on his face.

"I liked it! It was completely different from any school I've ever been in and the teachers seemed really nice too. The classes look pretty cool, and the classes are so small!"

She smiled at he nephew's enthusiasm. "I'm so glad you liked it Jeremy. I really hoped this would be someplace you could fit in. Mrs. Tompson also gave me some information about a summer camp that they run. I think you will like that as well."

"A camp? Where at?" He suddenly seemed apprehensive about the idea of a camp.

"At the school. They will take you on field trips and there is a softball team. Not baseball because there is a pretty wide age group that attends the camp and it will be boys and girls, but it's sort of baseball. I think if you gave it a try you might like it, but if you don't we can always take you out ok?"

Jeremy seemed reassured by this. "Ok, that sounds good."

They pulled into a parking spot in front of her apartment building and Jeremy jumped out of the car while Sara gathered up the other things that the principal had given them, She had yet to order him his uniform so she tucked the catalogue under her arm, and grabbed the t-shirt off the seat.

"Hey, Sara?"

"Hmm?" she asked not looking up from her gathering.

"Isn't that Mr. Grissom's car?"