(A/N: I'm back! I'm really startin to love this story, it's fun! I hope you enjoy this chapter!)

"Come on, Daddy! Hurry or I will be late for my first day!" Sara cried jumping up and down. She was already dressed in her red t-shirt, knee length denim skirt and cowboy boots, and had her blue with a big purple butterfly messenger bag backpack filled. Grissom looked up from making her lunch to the clock. "Sara," he chuckled, "Your school doesn't start for another fifty-five minutes, and it only takes ten minutes for us to get there! "I know! Let's hurry!" Sara called. Grissom laughed and rolled his eyes, "Note to self: teach Sara the concept of time!" "I know time!" Sara said sticking her bottom lip out in protest. "Come on, Butterfly!" Grissom said handing Sara her backpack matching lunch box filled with her favorite foods: ham and cheese cubes with orange slices and pretzel sticks. Once they were in the car Grissom turned to her, "I would like to meet your teacher this morning, and maybe talk to her a little." "Ok, Daddy," Sara said still bouncing from excitement.

Ten minutes later, Grissom pulled into the parking lot of the school. "Let's go, Sara!" Grissom said as he got out and walked around to open her door. When he opened her door, Sara shrank against the seat. "I can't," the brunette said in a small voice. "You can, you're a brave young girl; do you want me to stay with you till you are comfortable?" Grissom asked. "I can be brave for you, Daddy," Sara said clutching his hand tight as they walked inside. "Hello," Grissom said to the secretary, "May I talk with Sara's teacher, Miss Gates?" "Sure," she said smiling at Grissom and then Sara, "Her classroom is down this hall fourth door on the right." "Thank you," Grissom responded as he led Sara down the hall. Grissom knocked on the door. "Hello? Is this Miss Gates classroom?" he asked when he didn't see anyone in the room. "Yes? I'm Miss Gates," a slender woman in her early thirties responded as she backed out of a closet. "Ah, hello, my name is Gil Grissom, and this is my daughter, Sara, she's in your class," Grissom told her. Miss Gates looked at him confused, "I'm sorry, but the only Sara I have is Sara Sidle, I don't have a Sara Grissom." Now, Sara looked confused, "I'm not Sara Grissom! I'm Sara Sidle." "I'm sorry?" Miss Gates questioned looking at Grissom. Grissom couldn't help but crack a smile at the girls' confusion, "I'm sorry. See I adopted Sara and she kept her last name." "Oh," Miss Gates giggled, "I see! So you are only six years old, Sara?" "Yea, I can do hard crossword puzzles!" Sara said. "I'm impressed, I'm glad I got to meet you Mr. Grissom, especially since you are the father of the genius in my class. I'm a little worried about this year, not necessarily for Sara, but… Sorry it's fine," Miss Gates said realizing she was rambling. "No, please, if it could involve Sara please tell me, and please call me Gil," Grissom told her as Sara found her seat and started to get everything set up at her desk. "Well, first please, call me Jane, anyway, you see, this year I have the Trips in my class. They are the kids of Milo Mondy who owns the Alto Casino. I have heard they are spoiled and get whatever they want. And I don't really know why I worried about them being in my class, I just am," Jane sighed. "Here," Grissom said getting his card out and handing it to her, "If there is ever a problem with Sara, or you just need to talk please give me a call. Sorry, but if I don't head back home now I may not make it, I'm so tired. The night shift at the crime lab will do that to you." Grissom chuckled. "Thank you, Gil, it's almost time for the other kids to get here anyway," Jane said. Grissom turned to leave before turning back to Jane, "Sorry one more thing, I think you should know, please, watch Sara, she has never really been to school before." "Ok, Gil," Jane giggled to the worried father, "Sara will be fine." "Thank you, bye, Butterfly!" Grissom said unprepared for the crash that hit him less than fifteen seconds later. "Bye, Daddy," Sara said hugging him tight, "Love ya bunches!" "Love ya bunches!" Grissom replied as he walked out the door.

In fifteen minutes, the class had arrived and the bell rang for class to start. "Hello, class! My name is Miss Jane Gates. You may call me Miss Jane or Miss Gates. Now, to introduce yourself to the class, I want you to write what you can and draw your story, tell us who you are and you will tell us in front of the class today. If you have a question raise your hand and I will come help you, here's some construction paper, pick a color and pass it on, use your pencils, crayons, colored pencils whatever you want to use. You may begin," Jane said to them.

For the next half hour you could hear things like: "Can I borrow your Blue?" "You draw really good." And they just chatted as they worked. When that half hour was over, Jane got up in front of the class again, "Okay, class we are going to start your presentations, let's start up here in the front left with Tara, Tammy, and Tyler Mondy." The three kids, the boy wearing a kids suit and the girls wearing too fancy dresses, got up from their chairs and set up their pictures and faced the class. Tyler decided to be the spokesperson for them, "Hello, my name is Tyler, and these are my sisters Tammy and Tara. We are the Trips. Our dad owns The Alto Casino. And he will get us anything we ask for. So will Mom. Thank you." Tyler bowed while his sisters curtsied and they walked back to their seats. "Thank you, Trips. Sara Sidle will you get up there and present?" Jane asked.

"Ok," Sara said as she got up, "My story is kinda long but I will make it as short as possible." Sara adjusted her pictures of the team, Toby, Lea, and Lindsey before she turned back to the class. "Hi, my name is Sara Sidle. First, I am six years old. My story starts this summer. This summer my daddy was looking for me so I hid. He started hitting Mommy," Sara looked down and whispered, "She shot him. A while later I heard people talking, and this redheaded lady found me, Catherine," Sara pointed to the picture she drew of Catherine, "She took me home, and I met her daughter, Lindsey," Sara pointed to Lindsey, "Then I met Warrick, we had a powdered sugar fight and it got in his fluffy hair! Next, I met Nicky and Greggy! Nicky is from Texas, got me these boots. Greggy is like a kid! They all work the night shift CSI team run by Gilbert Grissom. He adopted me! He's my Daddy! Then I met Mandy, she is a fingerprint lab tech. This," Sara pointed to Toby, "is Toby he is Nicky's nephew. And this is Nicky's daughter Lea Mae. That is my family and my story!" Sara giggled and curtsied just because as she walked back to her seat.

Sara wasn't sure but she thought she saw the Trips make a face at a scared looking boy. The boy raised his hand, he sort of looked sick too, "Miss Jane? I don't feel so good. Can you take me to the nurse?" "You really need my help finding it, James?" she asked. "I can find it, but I'm dizzy, and I think I'm gonna throw up," James said. "Ok," Jane said as she got up to help James, "Everyone talk quietly, I will be back soon."

When Jane had left, Sara asked, "Is he going to be ok?" "Oh, James, will be fine," Tammy said in a mocking voice. "He is just doing what we told him to do," Tara sneered. "Why?" Sara asked. "Because we need to talk to you, Freak!" Tyler said. "Yea, you are such a Liar, and a Freak," Tara sneered again. "You were not adopted by a night shift CSI team, and your boots are terrible," Tammy said. "Who are you to say such things?" Sara questioned. "We," Tyler said gesturing to himself and his sisters, "are the King and Queens of First, Second, and now Third grade, everyone does what we say. Right?" He asked the class and everyone nodded in reply. "Anyone want to give Sara "the warning"?" The Trips asked. A girl with blonde braids next to Sara tapped her shoulder, "You better listen to them and not tell anybody or they will beat you, Sara. Believe me, I know." The girl raised her pant leg to reveal a tiny scar that wouldn't be noticed unless it was pointed out. "Quiet everyone, Miss Jane is coming back!" Tara said.

"I'm back," Jane sighed as she walked in the room, "Sorry I hope James gets better, I heard last year he had to go to the nurse so many times. His parents should take him to the doctor to see what wrong." "Ok now where were we? Ah, yes, Julie Scott," Jane said turning to the blonde with braids. "Ok," Julie said as she got to the front, "my name is Julie, I'm eight, and I have 4 little siblings. The youngest are Tommy and Tony; they are three. Then Elaine and Maggie are five. My mommy is a Black Jack dealer at the Tangiers and my daddy walks around the Tangiers and makes sure everyone is happy. My grandpa is friends with Sam Braun, he owns the Tangiers. Thank you."

"Thank you, Julie," Jane said as she began to turn to the next student. Just then there was a knock at the door as it opened, "Miss Jane? May I come in?" "Toby? Of course!" Jane told him, "Class this is Toby Stokes I had him in my class several years ago." Sara had tears forming in her eyes since the conversation with the Trips she ran to Toby, "TOBY!" When she crashes into him and he picked her up, he spoke, "Hey Sara!" Then her tears began to fall. "Hey whats wrong?" "I don't like third grade, Toby," she whispered. "Whatever is wrong, you can face it, you are the strongest child I know," he whispered back. "Your right, Toby!" Sara said before spinning in his arms to face the Trips. "I AM NOT A LIAR! This is Toby, he is Nicky's nephew, his uncle bought me these boots, and I love them! AND I AM NOT A FREAK, I'm just smart. And you will not control me! You will not control anyone else I won't let you! Not even James!" Julie got up and stood next to Sara and Toby, "And you can leave me alone too." "What have they said?" Jane asked. "They call themselves the king and queens of first second and now third grade. They told me James said he was sick because they told him to. They torcher anyone who doesn't listen to them, see look at Julie leg they did that last year, right?" Sara explained. "Yea," Julie said showing her scar again. All the students gained confidence and sold out the Trips. And Jane took them to the principal's office for threatening Sara and threatening and injuring students in the past. When she returned Toby said he had to go see Lindsey while he still had time.

Toby was walking down the hall. "I'm proud of Sara," he said to himself. "Ah, here's Lindsey's class," he said as he knocked on the door and entered. "Hello, Mrs. Miller? Can I come in?" The forty year old woman looked up from the story she was reading to the class, "Well if it isn't Byron Tobias Stokes! Please come in!" "Toby!" Lindsey squealed and ran to him and hugged him. "Hey Linds, how's first grade?" Toby asked her. "I love it, Toby! Everyone is nice, and it's fun!" Lindsey told him. "I'm glad!" Toby chuckled. After hanging out for a few more minutes, Toby hugged Lindsey once more, "I gotta go so I can get something to eat before heading to my next class ok, Linds? I'll see you after school." "Ok, go eat! See ya later!" Lindsey told him as she watched him leave.

Toby got to his locker and pulled out his new history notebook, so he would be ready, and started walking to his class merging into the crowd. "Toby! Toby!" Toby turned to see his best friend since he moved in with Nick running up to him, "Hey, Zay!" "Hey, Tobe!" the redhead said reaching up to adjust the wide blue headband holding her long curly hair, "Missed ya at lunch, Tobe. Where were ya?" "Elementary building, Zaylee," Toby said as he admired her blue and yellow spaghetti strap summer like dress and yellow sandals. "Why the elementary building, Byron Tobias?" Zaylee asked him purposely using his full name because he used hers. "Sorry Zay. Well, first I have history with Mr. Magalo where you headed?" Toby asked. "I have Magalo too! We can sit together! Now, why the elementary building?" Zaylee reiterated her question looking at him sideways. "Remember when I told you I finally met Uncle Nick's work friends?" Zaylee nodded. "Well, Lindsey is a first grader and Sara is in third, I went to check on them, make sure they are ok," Toby said with a shrug. "Aww, Tobes, that's so sweet! Wait, I thought you said Sara and Lindsey are the same age?" Zaylee asked. "They are, see Sara never went to school so she was given a placement test, that little genius was placed in third grade. When I first got there she wasn't very happy. She was being bullied, poor girl. But then she stood up to the kids, now the rest of the third graders love her, she has many new friends. Lindsey loves first grade as well. After school I'm gonna go with Gris, he texted me said he was gonna pick me 'n' the girls up to go visit Lea in the hospital," Toby told her. "Oh, no! Poor, Le. What's wrong?" Zaylee asked about the little girl that had a special place in her own heart. "I don't know but they say she will be ok, you can come visit if you like, I text you later, when I know more," Toby told her. "Ok, those seats aren't taken let's sit there," Zaylee said.

(A/N: So, few things: One, yes, Lea is sick enough to be in the hospital but don't worry she will be fine, and be happy with the attention she will get . Two, I have introduced some new characters, what do you think of them? Three, I am unsure but I'm seriously thinking about the connection that was created between Grissom and Sara's teacher, should I dive into it? Four, I still love suggestions! Hope I haven't driven you away from this story yet I mean its tryin to write itself again. Yay! Lol)