Nothing could have prepared him for the phone call from Judy saying there was this girl clamming to be his daughter, who wanted to speak with him. Absolutely nothing. And of curse he could do anything else that to say he was on his way. It couldn't be her, could it? After all this years. He walked quickly through to the halls of the lab.
Sara looked up from the microscope when Grissom quickly hurried through the lab. Wondering what was going on. But she knew better than to snoop. Instead she continued whit her woke.
He stopped when he saw her. Standing right in front of the reception, her eyes focused on the wall in front of her. It was her; she looked just like her mother, well except for the eyes. The long dark blond hear. The tall skinny figure, the very red lips, he knew it wasn't make up. She was wearing tight light jean, and a simple black singlet. She had a bag over one of her shoulders and a backpack on her other. She was beautiful, but what else was expected?
"Veronica"
"So you remember me?" She looked at him closely. She had only seen him on pictures, the few her mother had let her keep over the years. Or she probably had seen him when she was a baby, before her mother had decided to cut him out. She didn't know much about her father but she had always known who he was.
"Of course, you're my daughter. How could I forget you?" He smiled at her last time he saw her she was 6 months, and know she was almost eighteen. She looked nervous but at the same time relived.
"Come, we can talk in my office. And you can put your things there." He didn't ask, he figured it might be better to this conversion in private.
She nodded and let him led the way. She looked around as they walked through the hall. Looked curiously in to every room as they walked, releasing that people looked curiously back at her. Trying to figure out who she was, and what she was doing there. She ignored theme, she could deal whit them later.
He opened the door to his office and showing her to the couch. She placed her bag and backpack on the floor and herself in the couch.
"Not that I'm not happy or anything, but what are you doing here?" He asked as he sat down on behind his desk.
"Mom died, three months ago. And I don't really have any family. I knew where you where and I figured I might as well come here and at least meet you. You're my father, and the only family member I know of. My mom didn't talk much about family. Anyway I figured you maybe want even if you haven't seen me since I was a baby. I understand if you don't I just wanted to try."
When she finally stopped to take a breath Grissom said "I think you need to tell me everything, but not here and not now. My sift ends in twenty minutes and after that you can come home with me, and we can talk over breakfast."
She nodded, a little relived. He was at least going to hear her story. He seemed like a nice guy.
"You drink Coffee?" She nodded. "We have some in the break room, it's not the best, but it works. You can go there if you want while I woke, might be more fun. The guys might ask you a lot of question, specially Catherine if she's back from her crime scene. They are nice people and you might like them."
Veronica nodded. She found a book in her backpack and headed for the break room, leaving her things with her dad.