Chapter Six.
Sara walked into the long, skinny hallway that served as a locker room. Finally, she had found Greg, who was putting his field kit into his locker and taking off his CSI vest. Sara walked up and leaned against the locker that was beside Greg's. Greg glanced at her, looked around, then looked back at her. A small smile was on her face, but he knew it was just to give him a soft landing to whatever she might say.
"Hi Greg," Sara started.
"Hi... what's up?" He asked, Sara crossed her arms and looked around at anything but Greg.
"You told Mia that I was in the garage?" Sara asked, she would gradually get to what she wanted to ask.
"Yeah, with Grissom," Greg answered simply.
Sara looked around again, "How'd you know I- we, were in there?" She asked, moving closer to her point.
Greg caught on, and closed his locker. He looked at Sara for a moment.
"I... saw you," Greg answered. Sara tilted her head, basically telling him to 'go on'.
Greg sighed then spoke, softly, as if he was trying to be quieter even though no one else was in the room. "Are you and Grissom...?"
"What, Greg?" Sara prompted.
"Together?"
This made Sara freeze.
"How do you know?" She asked.
Greg shrugged, "Just... the way you've been acting around each other..."
"Does that mean everyone knows?" Sara asked.
"Let me finish, I also saw him... holding you in the garage, and I've seen you walk into his office after shift a lot," he explained. This made Sara calm down.
"Have you told anyone?" Sara asked. Greg shook his head. Sara nodded lightly, which told Greg not to tell anyone either.
Suddenly, Grissom came into the room. By the way Greg and Sara were looking at him, he knew what they were talking about. He felt the mood in the atmosphere and closed the door quietly behind him.
"I know," Greg said.
Grissom didn't look surprised. He could only nod.
"Look, Greg, I'd rather keep this between us," Gil said, he would have said more, but Greg stopped him.
"It's okay, I'm not going to tell anyone," Greg said. His tone was serious, a tone that was slightly unusual for the ex spiky-haired lab rat anywhere but a crime scene.
"Sara, I need to talk to you, case-related," Grissom said, finally breaking the glass-breaking silence. Sara smiled lightly at Greg, and then followed Grissom to his office.
Gil sat down in the chair behind his desk, and opened his laptop. "Look," he said to her.
Sara got up from the chair opposite him that she was sitting in and walked behind him, looking at the computer screen. She gently rested her chin down on his shoulder.
"This is the adoption agency that the Feller family adopted Dani from," Grissom explained, indicating the website he was on. "Her records are online."
"You have got to be joking," Sara said.
"Dani has been with four foster families," Gil paused, "Sara... look at her last name before she became a foster child."
Sara couldn't believe her eyes, "Sidle?"
Gil nodded, "And her mother's name was Laura."