"What just happened?" Catherin asked the moment Grissom and Veronica disappeared out of the lab.

"Well I think the girl who obviously has a connection with Grissom just left the lab whit him." Greg said helpfully from his seat. Catherine just sent him an irritated glare.

"I think the question you are trying to ask is; who is she? How old do you think she is?" Nick said.

"She's seventeen." Sara said before she stood up and left the break room. Greg, Nick and Warrick looked shocked and Catherine only got out a "What?"

Sara hurried to the locker room; she was planning on leaving the lab before anybody cornered her. What possessed her to say that? Yeah of curse it was true, but they didn't need to know that she knew. Not that she knew so much, only the he had told her when they first meet. And for some reason she seem to remember anything he ever said about that girl. Sara wasn't really sure what she expected. The girl didn't look much like her father. But those eyes, Sara would recognize those eyes everywhere.

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"So, they seemed eh nice?" It sounded more like a question than a statement and Grissom had to laugh. He had insisted on making her pancakes. According to him it was simple and good. Veronica couldn't understand how he could think making pancakes was simple, but he had a point it was very good.

"They're very nice people when you get to know them. They're just very curries, I think it comes whit the job." Grissom smiled at her. He couldn't believe that his little girl was in his kitchen. Not that she was so little anymore.

"They seemed curries, even if it only was Catherine who asked questions. Well everyone except Sara." Grissom smiled again.

When the pancakes were finished Grissom sat down and decided to start the more impotent conversation.

"What happened to your mother? She looked up at him, smiled sadly.

"Car accident, she was drinking and driving. I even think she did it at the same time, but I'm not sure. She hit a tree, dived right in to it." She took a deep breath, she never really been a big fan of her mother, but the woman was still her mother. "It was bad, very bad. And it was just luck that she didn't hit anyone else, I guess." Veronica studied her father, he didn't look very happy.

"Where are you staying?" He asked, not sure what he should say. He wasn't surprised that Cecilia Danielson would do something stupid, but so stupid?

"I don't really know. I told the lovely woman, who by the way wasn't completely sure what she should do whit me, that I knew where you where. I figured it would be nice to actually meet my dad. I think I can take care of myself. That's what I have done for most of my life anyway." Grissom looked at her, he couldn't very well tell her what to do. He hadn't been there for her when she obviously needed it. But he didn't want her to take care of herself.

"You can stay her if you want." He said after a while.

"You're sure? I mean really sure? Because I would love to, then we maybe actually get to know each other" He smiled, she looked happy and he suddenly realized that was all that mattered. She was one of the two people he just wanted to see happy.

"Of course I'm sure. You can take one of the spare rooms. But if you want to stay, you might want to redecorate. Paint and buy new furniture and stuff. You can think about it."

Veronica smiled and relaxed. Then she smiled again.

"So who's Sara?"