"I'm curries" Veronica answered. She took a sip of her coffee. "How long have you known him?" Starting with a simple question, Veronica figured it probably was the best way to do it. She didn't know the woman in front of her, so she didn't know how she would react.

"Almost seven years, we meet in San Francisco. He was giving a lecture." Sara studied Veronica closely, trying to figure out what the girl really wanted.

"San Francisco. When did you move here?"

"Almost six years ago, I came here for an investigator and stayed."

"Why?"

"Well your father offered me a job. And I decided to stay" Veronica rolled her eyes.

"Yes, but why? Why would you drop everything you had there to come here?"

"It was time" Sara said, trying to avoid the subject. She didn't knew this girl and she wasn't going to tell her why, when she hadn't told anyone else. And it didn't help that Veronica had her father eyes. The eyes she loved. She couldn't lie to Veronica, but she couldn't tell her the truth either.

Veronica saw that it was no point in pushing the subject, not now. She had a feeling she knew the answered anyway.

"So when and why did he tell you about me?" It was something she really didn't understand, that Sara seemed to be the only person who knew about her.

"He told me in San Francisco. But why? I don't know. I think he needed someone to talk to. And at that point we talked about everything" Sara stopped herself, looked at Veronica again and sighed. It was obviously going to be hard to keep secretes around the very curries little Grissom.

"What's the deal with the bugs? He has bugs everywhere." Sara laughed and stared to tell the girl about her fathers love for bugs.

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Veronica and Sara were back in the lab. Sara had to work, and Veronica was trying to figure out who she should talk to about her dad and Sara.

"Where have you been?" Veronica looked up at her father, she had been so deep in thoughts that she hadn't heard him entering the room.

"In the coffee shop down the street, they have coffee which actually tastes like coffee." Grissom decided to not ask her what she and Sara talked about. Not now. Maybe later, when he had any idea what she was doing.

"Can you please tell me next time you're planning on leaving in the middle of the night?"

"Oh. Of course, I didn't think about it." Veronica wasn't used to having anybody caring about what she did.

"Oh, by the way, who do you consider your best friend here?" Veronica asked.

"Brass or Catherine" Grissom answered before he headed back to his office to continue his never ending paperwork.

Brass or Catherine. Who should she talk to first? And who was Brass?

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"Your daughter asking questions" Sara said and closed the door to his office. He looked up from his paperwork. He looked at the beautiful woman in front of him.

"About?"

"Me. You. Oh and I think Us." She sat down in the chair in front of the desk. "She seems nice. Curries, but nice. Oh and I don't think she shares your love for bugs."

"She asked about you yesterday" Grissom looked thought full. "I think she is investigating us"

"Well then we knows she has something after you." Sara started to leave, but Grissom stopped her.

"Do you know anything about teenage girls?" Sara sent him a look.

"Well, I was one. But if you think you need help with your, you should ask Catherine." Sara turned in the door. "Oh, and you should be careful. If she anything like you, she not going to give up before she get her answer" Sara smiled at him and left.

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