Sara sat in the passenger set of the silver Denali, staring out the window, her hair fluttering in the breeze.
Grissom's eyes were focused on the road ahead of him as he drove them further into the heart of the Nevada Desert.
"Only a few miles to go." He told Sara, as if reading her thoughts.
She turned to him and smiled softly. "Hey Gil… what happened to that kid Jake…did they manage to contact any family members?"
Grissom didn't look at Sara when he answered her.
"No… he has no family."
"What do you mean he has no family?" Sara asked despondently.
"His mother was an only child, both of her parents are deceased, his father's mother is dead, his father's father is in a rest home, his father has sister who is mentally retarded, three great-uncles, all killed in Vietnam, two great-aunts, one drowned at thirteen, another dead, as well as her husband, and their son is in prison."
Sara looked at him with his mouth open. "Ok, one: You're very scary… and two: That's terrible." Grissom glanced at her quickly. "Yes it is."
Grissom pushed the door open while the small bell above his head rang out.
He held the door for Sara while she walked in past him and closed it behind both of them.
The pair looked around for a moment at the small Diner which was occupied only by a frizzy haired, plump, middle-aged woman, sitting behind the counter, with her head buried in a magazine and a thin African-American man sweeping the floor.
Grissom gained Sara's attention by placing his hand on her back and then nodded toward the woman at the counter.
Both of them walked forward and Grissom craned his neck toward the woman. She slowly brought the magazine down from her face.
"Hi… can I help you?"
"Are you the woman that called the police an hour ago?"
She set her magazine down on the table top in front of her. "Yeah."
She held up her hand and Grissom and Sara watched her as she stood up and walked into a back room. They stared at each other, confused.
The lady soon waddled back into the room, carrying a brown paper envelope and approached them cautiously.
She leaned toward Grissom and spoke in a whisper, reading from the envelope in her hand. "Are you Dr. Gilbert Grissom?"
Sara and Grissom looked at each other in surprise for a moment before Grissom nodded and reached out and took the envelope from the stout woman's hands…