"So he's here?" Clint said to Jillian.

"Yes."

"How did she take it?"

"Pretty well. I think she was shocked." Jillian replied.

"Mom?" Nick walked over.

"Nicholas." Jillian smiled.

"Where did that come from?"

"I think you need to be a little more specific." Jillian suggested.

"Finding Sara's brother." He crossed his arms.

"Everyone deserves to have some family at their wedding and from what limited conversations I've had with Sara about her family the fact that she lost track of her brother was something that was haunting her."

"We didn't say anything in case I couldn't find him." Clint added. "It took a couple of months to track him down. Some people are trying not to be found."

"Anything I should know?" Nick asked.

"He doesn't have a criminal record if that's what you're asking. He skipped out of foster care at 17, spent ten years high and drunk before he OD'd and went to rehab. He changed his name to Ray Milton. He's an electrician, he has a wife Sally, twin boys and she's about 6 months pregnant. He was a little surprised when I tracked him down."

"I invited him." Jillian said. "Let them catch up."

"Where's he live anyway?" Nick asked.

"Just outside Twin Falls, Idaho." Clint replied. "Nice place."

"Why don't you boys finish setting out the chairs? I have things to do." Jillian suggested.

"Do I owe you anything?" Nick asked Clint when Jillian had gone.

"Nick, we're family and Sara is too. Family don't pay, unless they are hiring me for a legitimate legal case for which their client or the state pays." Clint patted him on the back. "Think of it as a wedding present."

"Does anyone else know about this?" Nick asked.

"Becky does. But then again it's hard to keep anything from her. But that's what you get when you're married to a shrink. Who else knows that depends on how talkative they were."

"You think it will work out?" Nick inquired. "I don't want her getting hurt."

"Sometimes answers even the bad ones are better than the 'what if' questions." Clint stated.

CSI

"Hey." Sara held out her hand flat a sugar cube sat on her palm. The horse walked over and took it. Sara rubbed her nose.

"You like horses?" Ray asked.

"I'm not opposed to them." Sara replied. "But this is Nick's baby. He's very precious about his horse; I'm guessing it's a Texan thing. Her name is Stardust."

"Seriously?" Ray questioned.

"Yes." Sara nodded. "His sisters decided it must be love because he let me ride her. Not that Nick's here much but she's still his baby aren't you girl?"

"I'm sorry." Ray apologised.

"For what?"

"For not keeping track of you. You're my little sister."

"I'm doing pretty well. Science kept me sane; it was the one thing that made sense through everything. I love my job, my friends. But there was still always a part missing."

"I'd like it if we could talk maybe once in a while, not lose touch. E-mail, phone whatever."

"I'd like that." Sara smiled. "I work crazy hours. I work graveyard shifts and usually end up pulling doubles but I'm usually available between four and midnight."

"We'll figure something out." Ray told her.

"Are you going to stay for the wedding?" Sara inquired.

"Mrs Stokes invited me to it, if you don't want me to then…"

"I do."

"I brought something more appropriate to wear, it's in the car. But I have a flight out at 8."

"Don't worry. Everything is planned for around 3.30, 4. So we should be able to get you back there on time."

TBC