Chapter Seven

Sara stared at the computer screen. That couldn't be right. There could be a hundred Laura Sidle's in the world. Sara read further, Dani was born in a prison, San Francisco State Prison, to be exact. That was where Sara's Mother was, as far as she knew anyway. Her Mother was in jail for life, for the brutal death of her Father.

"Who's Dani's father?" Sara asked quickly. Grissom noted the shake in her voice, like she was trying not to shed a tear. He scrolled down and glanced through some information, until he found what he was looking for.

"Her Father was a security guard, fired on the day of Dani's birth," Grissom said. Sara had already read this information as Grissom had scrolled down to it.

"Why doesn't she have her Father's name?" Sara asked. Grissom wanted to correct her, and tell her that it was also her Mother, she needed to get used to that fact, but maybe now wasn't the best time to bring that up.

"Her Mother requested her name be 'Sidle', I guess Dani's Father was only her Father through DNA, nothing more," Grissom said and sighed.

Sara nodded, taking in the information. After a moment of silence, Sara spoke, "How can we be sure?"

"We can ask Dani about it, you have to talk to her anyway," Gil said, finally looking over at Sara, who was standing straight, with her arms crossed. She nodded, but clearly would rather not talk about it. "We can go now, or later, Sara," he added, offering comfort.

Sara fought the tears; she didn't know why she wanted to cry. Dani could be her sister, she should be happy. Maybe Grissom understood it better than Sara did, he was trying to be comforting. Sara swallowed, hopefully swallowing the tears with it. No, the tears were still there, tickling the back of her eyes, itching to reveal themselves for all to see, rather than the walls of Sara's apartment, as they usually did.

Usually, when Sara went home from work, after cheating all the overtime she could, the loneliness would remind her of all the times she would run to her room when she was younger, running away the farthest she could without being beaten. She would lock the door of her tiny, white room, while listening to her Mother scream in pain because of the beating she was being given for not making a good enough dinner, even though the dinner was perfectly fine.

Since Grissom moved in with her, she was able to hide from being reminded of her dark childhood, and hadn't cried much in a long time. She hadn't thought of it until now, when her tears that had fallen down her cheeks on a daily occurrence tickled her eyes, torturing her to stop fighting and to let them free.

'No,' she told herself. 'You're at work, you can't cry here.'

"Sara?" Grissom asked, snapping Sara back to reality. This released the tears, sending them out into the open. "Sara, honey, what's wrong?" Gil asked. He wanted to hold her, calm her down, but they were at work, and they both agreed to keep professional at work.

Sara sniffled, "Nothing," she answered. She wiped the tears away, but more fell down her cheeks.

Grissom sighed. "C'mon, let's go for a drive," Gil said. Sara nodded, and wiped away the tears as best as she could. So she could leave the lab without any questions.

Grissom got up and walked in front of Sara, she followed behind him. They both walked out of the lab, catching only one person's eye.

Greg Sanders watched as Sara and Grissom left the lab, leaving him to wonder why she was crying.