He first saw her when she entered the room, he was preparing for his lecture. She was the first person other than him in the room. He couldn't stop staring at her. She smiled at him before she found a seat. And from that moment he loved her smile. She followed her with her eyes when he started talking, she never looked away. She asked questions, and he answered. She actually locked interested in what he said. And she stayed, waited to everyone else had left the room. She asked more questions, and he loved it. He loved answering her questions, because as long as she asked she was still there. But they couldn't stay there forever. And before he knew it they had planned to meet later. He had time and place, but no name. She was almost out the door, but he had to know. She smiled when he asked and answered, then she was gone. Sara Sidle.

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Veronica looked around in Catherines house, it was very different from her fathers. It looked more homely and it actually looked like someone lived there. Her dad spent so much time at work, his house was amazing, but before Veronica sowed up he was more at work then there. She looked at the pictures around in the living room, the books in the bookshelf. She looked around the room one more time before she went in to the kitchen were Catherine was making breakfast. She took the cup with coffee Catherine was offering her and sat down. They heard one door open and not long after and blond teenager, about Veronicas age entered the room, looking very tired. Lindsey Willows looked very much like her mother. She sat down on the next to Veronica and mumbled hello.

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Grissom, who still had nothing to do, hadn't left his office yet. Even if the sift was over. He was sitting with his back to the door when he heard a knock on the door, or more the walk, since the door was open. He turned around. There in the door opening was the woman hunting his thoughts.

"What are you still doing here?" He asked.

"Funny I was just about to ask you the same question." She entered the room and closed the door. "Where is your daughter?"

"She left with Catherine, she apparently going to stay there today." Grissom smiled at Sara when she sat down. "So what are you still doing here?"

"Oh, I just realized sift was over. I was busy reading." For proof she held up a book. "So why are you still here?"

"I was thinking. I should probably get going soon." Then on impulse he said something that even surprised himself. "Do you want to join me for breakfast?" She smiled.

"Where?" Then Grissom smiled. He was relived, she didn't say no.

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The beach soon became on off his favorite places. She loved the beach, her eyes always lighted up when they were on a beach. And as long as she was happy, he was happy. He was only suppose to be there that weekend he hold his lecture. But he had taken some time off, for the first time in many years. He loved to spend time with her. She showed him the city. He loved to see the look in her eyes when they were places she loved. And he hated it when she looked sad or upset.

She had never been so happy before, she loved having him around. Knowing he would be sitting in her living room reading a book or coking in the kitchen when she came home from work was a fantastic feeling. She was planning on taking some time off to. All she really wanted to do was be with him. What they did, didn't matter, as long as he was there she couldn't care less.