A/N: And alas we reach the end. I appreciate and thank those of you who read this story to its conclusion.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of CSI or its characters. That honor goes to the good folks over at CBS.

Spoilers:Anything up through season 11. As a bonus spoiler: An episode from season three of The Mentalist. I believe the reference comes from "Redacted."

Summary:What will the team do when Timmy's bank-robbing, murderous father, unexpectedly re-enters his life? Sequel to To Catch a Killer.

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"Sara!" Timmy excitedly ran into her arms the moment that she appeared in the doorway of the lab's breakroom several hours later. "They said that you were okay, but I wasn't sure if they were telling me the truth or not." One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

"I'm fine, honey," Sara tightly wrapped her arms around the young boy, leaning over so that she was at his level. "Are you okay?" she asked, peering into his face for any lingering signs of trauma.

"Greg gave me four cookies," Timmy happily pulled away from her, leading her over to the table where Greg, Jim, Catherine, Nick, and Ray were all seated, sipping various hot beverages. "He didn't have the Chips Ahoy with the extra chocolate chips, though, but they're still pretty good," he handed her one. One, two.

"They are good," Sara agreed, nibbling around the edges of the cookie as she took a seat. "So you got him, I'm assuming?" she quietly asked Jim.

"We got him," Jim confirmed, taking a sip of his coffee. "We got both him and the carpet, which he was trying to wrestle out of the back seat of his car."

"Timmy," Greg hesitantly cleared his throat, leaning on his elbows as he gazed across the table at his little brother.

"Hmm?" Three, four.

"We have to talk about the carpet, Squirt," he softly told him.

"Yeah, I loved that carpet," Timmy brightly announced, reaching for his fifth cookie of the night. Also selecting three more cookies from the bag, he added, "And so did my mom. It was her favorite carpet."

Greg and Sara exchanged glances for the briefest of moments. "Honey," Sara spoke up. "We need to know about the money. We can't find any of it in the carpet."

"That's because there isn't any money in the carpet," Timmy nonchalantly replied, chomping down on another cookie.

"What do you mean, buddy?" Jim interjected, leaning forward in his chair. "Do you think that your mom or dad moved the money somewhere else before we got to it?"

"Nope, definitely not." Oklahoma looks like a frying pan.

Sara furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "So… where is the money, then?"

"There was never any money to begin with," Timmy continued to stare at his cookie as if they were merely discussing the trivialities of the weather. "My mom didn't have an extra two million dollars, or if she did, she didn't tell me where she put it." One, two, three, four.

"So… you made up the whole thing?" Sara asked in surprise.

"Yep," Timmy took another bite of his cookie. "I was going to tell my dad that the carpet itself was worth two million dollars, but I was afraid that he'd watched The Mentalist last week, and that he'd know that I was lying. Do you think Patrick Jane likes cookies?"

"But why'd you tell him anything at all?" Greg persisted, stunned at what he was hearing.

Timmy shrugged, a small smile on his face. "My dad was convinced that I knew where the money was, and he wasn't going to stop threatening us until I told him what he wanted to hear. I was afraid that he'd kill Sara if I didn't do something soon, so I told him something that would lead him directly to you guys. Pretty cool, huh?" One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

"Brilliant," Sara murmured, pulling Timmy into a tight hug. "Your quick thinking saved my life, honey."

"So you aren't mad about the math test?" he asked her.

"No, I'm definitely not mad about the math test," she kissed the top of his head, despite knowing that he might feel embarrassed.

"And you're not mad that I lied to my dad, Greg? You don't seem too happy about what I did." Your little boy will be next.

"It's not that, Squirt," Greg smirked. "I'm not even remotely close to being mad at you. I'm just insanely impressed that my little brother is the bravest and smartest person in the world."

"Do you really mean that?" Timmy asked, a huge smile on his face.

"I do," Greg raised his hand for a high five. "I really, truly do."

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"Are you sure that there aren't any cookies on the menu?" Timmy asked Sara and Greg as they approached the medieval dinner at the Excalibur hotel.

"There aren't any cookies," Sara smiled, "But I think you'll enjoy yourself anyhow."

"You know what's interesting?" he then asked Greg.

"What, Squirt?"

"My OCD is better now that my dad is back in jail."

"That makes sense," Greg replied. "You aren't as stressed out or as tired anymore, which always makes things easier to deal with."

"Yup," Timmy agreed. "That's what my counselor says, anyhow. How's Grissom doing, Sara?"

"He's well," she smiled down at the little boy, "And he's looking forward to seeing you next month. He says that he has a lot to thank you for. Something about me being alive or something like that," she winked at him.

"I can't wait to see him, too," Timmy bounced from foot to foot in excitement as the line neared the entranceway to the dinner. "Maybe he'll do a crossword puzzle with me," he added.

"I'm sure he'd love that," Sara gazed into the dirt filled arena, watching as one of the tournament riders rode around to get the crowd pumped for the show.

"Thanks, guys," Timmy quietly said, looking up at Greg and then Sara.

"For what, Squirt?"

"For being my friends, and for always being there whenever I need you."

"I could say the exact same thing to you," Sara smiled.

"Ditto," Greg agreed.

"Family is the most important thing in the world," Timmy whispered. "And you guys are my family."

"Love you, Timmy," Sara murmured.

"Ditto," Greg repeated, affectionately ruffling Timmy's hair.

"And so we live happily ever after," Timmy concluded.

Both Sara and Greg laughed, before nodding.

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Finis