We made it to the hospital, which was normally half an hour away, in fifteen minutes. Greg picked me up, leaving my crutches in the car, and ran into the hospital. He stopped to ask where someone was. He carried me up three flights of stairs and opened a door. I saw Grissom laying on the bed with a bulet wound throught his left wrist.

''Greg, I told you to leave Kamdyn with her father'', Grissom half shouted at Greg.

''Grissom, she needs to know what's going on'', Greg shouted.

''Greg, it was an order, not a request!'', Grissom yelled.

''Grissom, I had to-''.

''Greg Sanders I have stated my reason, don't yell at me!''.

''Well Grissom, Don't Yell At Me!'', Greg screamed.

''Greg, drop it!'', dad yelled coming through the door.

''See everyone yells at me!'', Greg screamed.

''Gregory sit down and stop talking back!'', Nick yelled.

''Dad, Grissom, stop yelling at Greg!'', I yelled.

''Kamdyn Nicole don't yell at your father'', Greg yelled.

''Greg, shut up'', I screamed.

''Kamdyn Nicole Stoke, Gregory Sanders, Nicholas Stokes, get in the hallway now'', Cathrine ordered.

We all obayed and went to the hallway. I slid down the wall and glaired at dad. Greg squeezed my shoulder. ''Greg seventy three. Nicholas seventy three, Kamdyn sixty one'', Cathrine shouted. ''As soon as I let you back inside you will do that many push ups. Nick you weren't even in that conversation, you can't just butt-in and make yourself part of it. Greg, Grissom is your supervisor, you don't yell at him, you deserved getting yelled at, you disobeyed direct orders. Kamdyn, Nick is tyour father, don't take that for granted. You are all playing stupid right now, and I know you all, you are very intelligent people. If you do not straighten up, Greg and Nick, you will be suspended, as for you, Kamdyn, know what will happen!''.

Greg and Catherine went and talked on the other side of the hall. Soon dad went over there and Greg came back crying, curled up in a ball. Dad came back and was softly crying with his head faced towards the floor.

I went over to Catherine and got yelled at. I ended up crying by the end of itand went over to the guys.

I grabbed the sleeve of my dad's shirt and cried into his chest. Greg put his hand on my back and cried into my father's chest beside me. He hugged us, and kissed the top of my head. Dad pressed his cheek against Greg's head and quickly kissed Greg's spikey head. We went into Grissom's room and stood there. ''C'mere'', Grissom muttered opening his arms. We were still bawling, but accepted. We ended up all on one bed, we were sitting with Grissom.

''I believe you three have something to do'', Cathrine reminded us.

We all were in push up position on the floor. I had my legs crossed keeping all my weight on my unbroken ankle. ''Go'', Greg stated. We started, taking breaks to wipe the tears off our faces. I did mine and looked at the others. I did the same amount of pushups the adults did.

''You didn't have to do those extra couple of pushups'', dad told me.

''I know, but I was to blame as much as you'', I answered.

I hugged my father. He wrapped his arms around me. ''Love you bud'', he whispered.

''I love you mufasa, I answered. We pulled away and stood against the wall.

''The other's are coming, and Sara is being transported here'', I reported checking the text on my phone.

I hugged Grissom. ''I'm sorry'', I claimed still crying.

''You really need to be apologizing to your father'', he stated.I got up and walked over to my dad. I hugged my father.

''Daddy, I'm sorry'', I told him.

'''I know Kam'', he answered. I think he could tell I was confused. ''You're my bud, and nothing's gonna change that. I'll always love you'', he told me.

He pulled me into his lap and kissed my head. ''Mufasa, why don't you ever tell me about mom?'', I asked.

''Ok, I'll tell you, you remind me of her, you are a smaller version of me,Nick Stokes. You also have the same color eyes as your mother. She told me not to cry as she died, but I did. I held you in my arms, when you were two days old, and I cried and cried and cried. Grissom came and saw you and you were his little buddy. Grissom watched me cry and watched your mother die, and we couldn't do anything because we knew she had this wierd desease'', dad told me.

I turned around and looked at him. ''Talking about it help, these people are your family away from texas. They are are yor team, talk to them'', I told him.

''You are way to smart to be my girl'', he whispered.

I laughed. Hodges came in quickly followed by Warrick. ''Ok, Sara is in the next room and the doctor said they are discharging them tommorrow at noon'', Warrick told us.

I laid my head on my father's chest and closed my eyes. He rubbed his thumb in a circle on my shoulder.

''Kamdyn, wake up sweethear'', I heard. I opened my eyes and yawned. ''Hey sleepy head''.

''Hey mufasa'', I muttered standing up and looking at Greg outside on the phone.

''they're going to the lab, do you want to take the jeep to the lab and work on it with me?'', dad asked.

''Yeah, we haven't worked on the jeep since I broke my ankle'', I told him.

''Ok, you go with Grissom and Sara, I'll bring the jeep and hope it doesn't breakdown'', he stated.

''Got it mufasa'', I said.

''Let's go Kamdyn'', Grissom told me.

Warrick carried me to the car, since Greg hadn't brought my crutches in from my dad's car, and sat beside Grissom while Warrick drove and Sara co-piloted. ''I'm happy to see you made up with your dad after having the fight with us'', Grissom stated.

''Yeah, I'm really sorry I freaked out'', I told him.

''I already told you I knew and that it was ok'', he said.

Warrick pulled into the parking garage and opened his door, walked around the door and handed me my crutches. I got out and hobled over to the door and went in, hurrying to the area where they could fit cars to inspect them from prints and any types of fluids.

''Go change, you aren't getting your good clothes dirty'', dad said throwing my a pair of jeans and a shirt.

I went and changes as dad got the tools from our car. I went back out to the garage and grabbed a handfull of tools and popped the hood. ''Ok, tighen the loose stuff we forgot to last time and me and catherine are going to work on the interior'', he told me.

''Catherine is helping?'', I asked.

''For a minute while we talk'', he butted in.

I tightened all of the stuff that looked loose and slammed the hood. I saw my dad and catherine talking inside the car.

I got on the floor and scooted under the car to look at the brakes.

I figured out it needed new brake pads. ''Nick, Grissom wants you'', Greg said kicking my unbroken foot whick was hanging out of the said from under the car.

''I'm Kamdyn'', I said scooting over so I could sit up. I noticed the grease marks on my shoulders.

''Never mind'', he claimed leaving the garage.

Dad opened the car door and hit me in the back. ''Sorry', he said getting on his knees beside me. ''You ok?''

''Fine'', I answered.

He opened the hood. ''We need knew breakpads'', I stated.

I walked around the car and saw catherine kissing my dad. I threw the grease covered rag that usualy hung out of my dad's back left pocket and the wall. I ran (or tried to, at least as fast as I could with a broken ankle).

I ran, or wobbled, to Grissom's office, where I knew I could be alone and safe from being disturbed.

''Kamdyn, stop'', I heard from behind me.

I went into Grissom's office and hid behind Grissom. I leaned against his desk and slammed my head against the drawer. The door quickly opened and someone, probably my dad, ran in.

He rounded the corner of Grissom's desk and found me. ''Why doesn't anybody tell me anything?!'', I shouted.

''We didn't want to tell you because you just don't react like a normal kid would'', he answered.

''Ok, I'm not normal I understand that!'', I shouted.

''No, you're just so smart your brain thinks of it as a normal relationship, like the relationship between friends'', he said.

''Ok, first I'm not normal, then I'm too smart'', I cried.

''No, you are my beautiful, athletic, grease-monkey daughter who has an IQ level of 180'', he whispered holding one of my hands in two of his.

''Grease monkey, really dad?'', I asked, laughing.

He hugged me quickly and we stood up. "You have grease on your cheek and temple'', I told him.

I wiped it off with my sleeve. He did the wierd two thumbs up thing I invented as a todler. I smirked, holding back the tears.

''Wow, that cleaned up fast'', Grissom muttered under his breath.

We had almost walked out of Grissom's office when Grissom started talking. ''And Nick, get that jeep working''.