Chapter Eight

Sara was sitting in the passenger seat of Grissom's car. She managed to stop herself from continuing on crying now. Grissom reached his hand out and put it on her shoulder. Sara turned to him, wanting to smile at him, but her emotions weren't letting her.

"Thanks," she managed, her voice cracking in the middle of the word. Grissom smiled, then returned his hand to the steering wheel. Sara stared out the window, watching them pass by cars and people living their lives normally, as if it was any other day. Why couldn't Sara keep that feeling. Of course, normal for Sara was crying at least once a day, which probably isn't normal for most people.

Why are you crying? What is so wrong with a sister? She's younger than you and is a girl, she's nothing like your brother. Sara shook her head a little. You thought you forgot him? How could you? All those years, when you thought it was normal. No. It wasn't. You let yourself believe it was normal, but you knew that it wasn't. Sara blinked, hoping her mind wouldn't remind her of everything all over again.

Oh please, does it just scare you to see someone else with the Sidle name? Or to you, it's the Sidle curse. You're not the only one like this, so why pity yourself. Why make Gil pity you? I'll tell you one thing, he isn't pitying you for getting a sister. No, he knows there's something greater than that worrying you, troubling you, making you cry, making you tear up inside.

"Want some music on?" Grissom said. Sara felt like screaming thank you to him, but he didn't know the battle that was going on inside her head, and he wouldn't know what he was being thanked for. She nodded, unable to get the words out to say yes to the simple question that was asked.

You can't get rid of me that easily. Sara started singing the song that was playing, her words coming out easily and without shaking or dieing now. "Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame for all my insecurities, how did I ever let you go," she sang. The words made more tears prick the back of her eyes. Grissom looked at her, sadness in the depths of his eyes that saw into Sara, not through her.

"You know the song?" He asked conversationally.

"Pins and needles, by Billy Talent," she answered. It seemed that as long as Sara wasn't talking about her problems, she could speak fine. It had always been like that. You've always had trouble telling anyone your problems. Guidance counselor, parents, foster parents, friends, teachers, even Grissom.

Grissom nodded as they reached the hospital. They got out of the car, and the voice known as Sara's conscience went away. They walked in and told one of the people at the front desk they were there to see Dani, the kidnapped victim. Then Sara and Grissom were guided to Dani's room, the little girl was looking at a book and talking to a brown-haired boy.

Sara peered in, looking through the door. Dani looked up and saw Sara at the door. The boy noticed Dani's gaze had now focused itself on something other than the book or him, and looked at the door to see a brunette woman looking in. Sara took this as her cue to go in, Grissom followed.

"Hi Sara," Dani said happily, "Grissom," she said nodding towards the grey-haired man standing beside Sara. "This is my best friend, Adam. Adam, this is Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle from the crime lab, and Sara is my half sister."

Sara stared at Dani, she already knew?