Glyn pulled into the lot at CSI. She'd been on the job a week and slowly was beginning to feel accepted. The Bobbitt case she had worked with Nick had wound down and they were just waiting for a court date. One of Brass's witnesses had gotten a good look at the woman running away from the room just before the vic had been discovered. The woman had been carrying a bundle in her arm. One of the fingerprints in the room turned up a match to a local prostitute and she fit the witness's description. Brass tracked her down. They found the bundle in her trash. Wrapped in the hotel towel they found a penis and a knife. As Nick retrieved the bundle and unwrapped it, Brass stood by with a sardonic smile. "Hey, guess she doesn't collect souvenirs," he quipped. The prints on the knife matched the whore's prints and the DNA from the penis was a match to the vic.

The woman's story was that the vic had picked her up just off the strip and taken her to his room. He'd told her that he was there to try to win back the money he'd lost in some cock fights. He had to win it back because if his wife found out, she'd be pissed. Brass rolled his eyes, "genius," was all he said. The guy said he wanted a blow job for luck and she agreed to do it. She said he looked 'kinda average' when she started to work on him but it was like he blew up when she got him in her mouth. "It was choking me," she cried. Nick ducked his head and looked at the table top to regain his control at her confession. "Anyway, the more I tried to pull away, the more he forced me…...Finally I bit him to make him let me up. Well, I musta bit harder than I thought cause when he yelped and let go, I pulled up and the thing was just hanging there."

Brass couldn't help it. Before he thought, the words were out of his mouth..."la vengeance du coq." His chest began to shake with the laughter that he was trying to control.

"Well," she continued, "I knew from watching the Discovery Channel that my DNA would be on his….you know, thing….I mean all my spit and stuff was there...so anyway, I carry a little knife with me, for protection, I used it to cut the damn thing off and get rid of the evidence." She looked expectantly at the faces around the table. "Well, it was kinda self defense you know, on a counta him choking me with his dick and all…. Don't ya think?" With her confession, everything fell into place quickly. Brass left the charges in the hands of the DA. "I mean, the woman did have a point." he told Grissom later.

Finally Glyn had been able to keep the names of all the lab rats straight yesterday, an accomplishment she knew they appreciated. She was terrible with names and she had gotten names wrong all week. She'd also met Doc Robbins on the Bobbitt case. He too would be interesting to work with. These thoughts were running through her head as she walked into the building and signed in.

"Good morning."

She turned to see Grissom standing behind her, almost shyly.

"I have a case for you," he continued. "The hospital called with a possible child molestation case. Think you are ready for it?"

"Yeah," sighed Glyn. "Sadly, we got a lot of those in Dallas. I'm familiar with the territory. But are you sure you're ready to send me out solo?"

"I thought about who to give this to and you're my best choice. Catherine goes way over the top on these cases. And the kids seem to respond better to women than to men, generally. And this one's a little girl….don't want to send a big, ugly guy to talk to her."

"Grissom, there isn't an ugly guy in this place," chuckled Glyn. "But I understand what you are saying. And I appreciate your thought and consideration…..thinking about what's easiest for the kid, I mean. Not everyone would do that. I'll head out now."

Grissom watched her walk away. Mmmmm, he mused to himself, I hope I don't have another woman that's going to go ballistic on these cases. Sara always was very emotional about these too. He hated cases where children were involved and he just couldn't imagine anything more evil. But their job was to keep a cool head and stay focused. He turned to head to the break room and check on the others. So far it was a quiet night. Maybe they would be able to catch up on paperwork. Paperwork, he sighed and silently hoped for an excuse to not do paperwork

Glyn walked into the hospital and located the little girl's room. She was only six and was so small and frightened. In Dallas Glyn had learned to keep Teddy Bears in her trunk for these cases. She had grabbed one as she'd gotten out of her car and carried it in her arm. When she entered the room, the little girl looked at her sadly and then looked away. Not unexpected. She had too many people in her life tonight, but at least they were trying to help her.

"Hi, sweetie. My name is Glyn. What's your name?"

"Sara," she said.

"Sara, do you have a last name?" Glyn asked gently.

"Morris." She hid her face in the pillow.

"Well, Sara, this is Wilbur. He's feeling very lonely and a little confused. He could really use a friend right now. Wanna be his friend?"

Sara shyly took the bear and held him close to her, nustling her face into his soft fur. "Don't worry Wilbur," she whispered. "I won't let anybody hurt you. I'll keep you here with me and we'll be friends. We'll be bestest friends." She held the bear tight.

"Sara, can you tell me what happened to you. The nurse said you had been hurt?"

"Uncle Kyle hurt me," she began to cry. She hugged the bear tighter and seemed to take some comfort in his softness. A quick assessment told Glyn that there was no doubt about whether it was molestation or not. She'd seen it too many times not to recognize what this little girl had suffered.

"Can you tell me where he hurt you?" Glyn asked gently.

"You're not supposed to talk about those parts. My Mommy used to tell me."

"Well, sweetie… I think it will be okay with Mommy if you tell me. We can't help the hurt if we don't know where it is."

"Mmmmm, okay….." and timidly she began to tell her story

It wasn't long before Grissom got a case. Judy brought a message from dispatch. There had been an accident on the interstate and CSI was requested.

"Did they say how big the accident is? And why can't the traffic guys handle it?" he asked.

"Fatalities," that's all I got from them. Judy exited.

Grissom walked down the hall, looking for his team. "Hey, Nick...Greg, you're with me. We've got a traffic accident to process….. Fatalities involved." They all grabbed their gear and headed out.

Sara finished her story and Glyn finished the SAE. She sat and chatted with little Sara for a few minutes about safe things to give her a chance to calm down. As Glyn got up to leave she touched Sara's hand. "I'm really glad to meet you, Sweetie. You are a very special little girl."

Sara looked up with huge brown eyes and smiled. "Can I keep Wilbur?" she asked.

"Of course, honey. He likes you so much better than he likes me. And I know you'll love him and make him happy."

As Glyn walked down the hall she fought back tears. These cases always hit hard but thankfully she had been able to keep her focus. But this one was especially bad. As she turned the corner to catch an elevator she bumped into Jim Brass.

"Hey...hey. Take it easy," he said gruffly before he realized who had run into him. "Oh, Glyn...why are you here?" his voice softened, "I didn't call for CSI."

"I'm here on another case."

"Hey...you've got tears. Case is that bad?" he asked.

"Yeah, a child molestation case….a six year old."

"Wow, yeah that is hard to take. ……..Look, I'm finished here. You want to grab a bite or some coffee?"

"That sounds really great but I have to get this evidence back to the lab….."

Jim studied her face. She really looked like she needed a friend but he wasn't sure how far to push. "Well, how about I meet you over there in an hour or so and we'll go find some food?"

She saw the concern in his eyes and appreciated it. Why not? She thought to herself. "That would be great. I could use a break. Thanks, Jim. I'll see in a few…."

They headed out. She headed to the lab and he had just thought of an errand he needed to run.

Grissom, Nick, and Greg arrived at the accident. Two cars were along the guard rail and there were three bodies. Traffic cops were standing nearby, protecting the scene and others were directing traffic away from the carnage. Nick and Greg walked immediately toward the cars as Grissom stopped to talk to the Officer in Charge. "What's the story?"

Officer Parks looked to his left, at the cars and swallowed. "Hit and run, I think. Two cars and three DBs. Looks like all three were out of their cars when it happened." He looked a few yards up the road and pointed. "Couple of witnesses over there. They didn't see the actual hit and run but were on the scene right after. They heard it. Said a car had blown by them just down the road...going really fast they said. The guy in the blue jacket admitted he was going 80 and the car went by so fast, he felt like he was standing still. Homicide should be here soon."

The EMTs were still hovering near the bodies so Grissom walked toward Nick and Greg. "What do you have so far?"

Greg began, "I've got paint transfer on both cars. Looks like both samples are from the same source but I'll check it out in the lab. No sign of skid marks anywhere."

Grissom thought he looked a little sick but decided not to comment. "Okay, well finish what you can with the cars here and then have them taken to the police lot. We'll go over them at CSI " He turned his gaze toward Nick with a question forming in his expression.

Nick, recognizing the look, started with his findings. "Greg's right...no sign of skids. Looks like both cars had pulled over to the side and were stopped. The front had a flat. Its registered to a Thelma Eaton and I think that's her on the ground. Rear car is registered to Jamaal Jenkins. I think these two guys stopped to help the lady with her tire and some jackass came barreling down the road and got all three of them."

"Okay, well keep looking."

"Sure thing, boss…" said Nick

Grissom walked to the bodies. The woman was halfway pinned between the two cars. She was battered all over but especially from the waist down. Her legs had almost been completely torn from her body. Her head must have hit one of the cars as she went down because it was badly damaged on one side. The two men seemed very young to Grissom, barely adults. One had been almost broken in half. The other had been badly mutilated, body parts strewn around. Grissom had seen some horrible sights in his time and dead bodies had long ceased to bother him, but the sight he was observing sickened him. What a waste, he thought.

"Hey Gris" David spoke from behind him. "I just got here. Wow," he said as he took in the carnage. "I'll let you know when I'm finished."

"Okay, thanks." Grissom was glad to be able to walk away from the bodies for a few minutes. The broken bodies reminded him of Sara...his lovely Sara, pinned under the car for so long. Suddenly he could here her voice again… "I knew you would come." He could feel her muddy fingers in his and hopelessness overwhelmed him. Yeah, he had come but not in time.

Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro

In all the raging impotence of woe.

I'm sorry Sara, he thought. I'm sorry I failed you. He ached with his whole being. He couldn't recall her face. That frightened him. I need to see you- I can't lose you again, he despaired. He remembered the time she wiped chalk from his face. He had been upset then too. He still didn't believe there had really been chalk on his cheek but her touch had brought him into focus. It also had startled him and he hadn't known how to react. You ass, he said to himself. You should have kissed her right then. You were a fool to have wasted so much time being afraid. Concentrate, he told himself. Remember her touch. Just then a wisp of a breeze brushed the side of his face and the panic subsided. "Thank you, my Sara," he whispered into the night.