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Her father was yelling again. The small six year old brunette crawled into her secret hiding place under the sink. She could hear her mother getting hit; she flinched every time a blow landed, because she could see it through the small crack in the cabinet door. BANG! The girl jumped, that was a new sound. BANG! Peering closer to the crack, but not to close, she could just make out her mother standing over her father. Holding a gun.

Everyone was on this case. Gilbert Grissom, the night shift supervisor, and his entire team: Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes, and Greg Sanders were all briefed on the wife murdering her husband, they were not surprised. They had had cases like this every once in a while. As they got out of their cars and walked inside the house, Brass told them what he learned when he arrived. "Neighbor called it in, said she heard gun shots. Still looking for the wife. I got some of my men looking. When I got here she said she hasn't seen the couple's daughter, a six year old brunette with the name of Sara Olivia Sidle. I'll put an amber alert out on her." "Thanks, Jim. We will take it from here." Grissom told his friend. But Catherine stopped him before he walked out, "Wait a moment on that amber alert, Jim." "Wha-?" they all began to ask, before she put her hand up to stop them. Her eyes were locked on a barley moving cabinet door. Putting a finger to her lips to tell the team to stay quiet, she slowly opened the door, and found the brunette rocking back and forth trying to keep from crying. "Hello," Catherine softly spoke to the girl, "my name is Catherine Willows from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Are you Sara Olivia Sidle?" The girl slowly nodded, still fighting her tears. "Can you come out? I won't hurt you," Catherine informed her reaching her hand out to her, then seeing Sara glance at the team she assured her, "They won't hurt you either." After touching Catherine's hand, Sara lunged wrapping her arms around Catherine's neck, letting the inevitable tears fall. As sobs wracked her tiny body, Catherine held her and petted her hair, whispering softly to her. A six year old girl witnessing her mother kill her father, their hearts broke for her. But none more than the heart of their assumed emotionless leader, Gil Grissom.

"I'll call social services," Brass informed them. Seeing the look on Catherine's face, Warrick interjected, "I got it, Jim." "Ok, then… I guess I'll go get more information from the neighbor." Grissom looked at the last two CSI men, "Shouldn't you be doing something?" "OH!" they both said as they fumbled with their kits so they could start to process everything. Warrick walked back to Grissom and Catherine. "So," Grissom began, "What time is social services getting here?" "They aren't," Warrick replied looking at Catherine, "It was agreed that Sara here should stay with Catherine and her daughter till this is sorted out." "Good," Grissom said then seeing their confused faces he added, "Uh, I mean, I don't want to pull her away from Catherine now." Everyone agreed. "Cath, I am going to give you the night off, take Sara and go to Lindsey. I want Sara in a stable place as soon as possible," Grissom told her. She nodded as she stood holding Sara. "Warrick, take her home, I can see Sara is not going to let her go enough for her to drive. Then get back here we will need your help." After they left, Greg spoke, "Sara Olivia Sidle." The two remaining CSI's and Brass looked at him. "Sara Olivia Sidle," Greg repeated. "S-O-S, her name was begging for help," Greg said gravely.

In the car with Warrick driving, Catherine sat in the middle of the back seat with Sara still holding her tightly, but her sobs had subsided till she was almost asleep. Warrick saw a tear escape down Catherine's cheek as she rocked the girl. Reaching back Warrick grasped her hand, "Cath, she will be safe with you, Honey." "I know 'Rick, but… I don't know." "Babe, I will be home after shift and I will help you with anything you need, ok?" "Ok, I love you," she told him before taking Sara inside. "I love you too," Warrick whispered before driving back to Sara's house.

Lindsey looked up from her movie to see her mother walk in the door with a girl about her age on her hip almost asleep. Running up to her, Lindsey hugged her and whispered, "Hi, mommy, you're back early," then looking at Sara and lightly touching her shoe, "Is she ok?" Smiling and proud of her understanding daughter, Catherine told her as she paid the babysitter for her short stay, "She saw something very scary; she will need us to help her. Can you do that, sweetie?" "Yes, mommy," the young girl said leading her mother to the couch. "Sara?" Catherine rubbing her cheek gently to wake her up. Slowly opening her eyes, Sara saw the redhead that held her as she cried and a blonde girl next to her. "Hi, Sara. I'm Lindsey Annabelle Willows, will you be my friend?" the young blonde looked hopeful. Slowly wrapping her arms around Lindsey's neck as she hugged Sara back, Sara nodded knowing she may be able to talk to someone her age better than anyone else. "Linds, do you have any PJ's Sara can borrow?" Catherine asked glad the girls will get along. "Yea!" Lindsey squealed taking Sara's hand and starting to gently drag her, "Come on! I'll show you my room!" Sara looked at Catherine worried. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll still be here," she answered the brunette's silent question and she smiled when she saw the teeniest smile form on Sara's face as she allowed Lindsey to lead her. "I hope she will eventually say something," Catherine sighed.

In Lindsey's room, she was all excited to show Sara all the PJ's her Grandpa, Sam Braun, bought her. "…And see this one has frillies. An' this one is has a tutu to go with it…" Lindsey rambled, suddenly she noticed Sara still standing in the doorway, looking a little worried. Going to her, Lindsey put her arm around her new friend's shoulders, and hugged her sideways. "Do you want to talk about it?" the blonde whispered in ear. The answer was so quiet she almost didn't hear it, "not yet…" So as not to scare Sara, Lindsey internally squealed, she was happy her new friend was starting to speak after her ordeal. Lindsey turned the brunette to look in her eyes, "Sara, you are my new friend, and I want you to know, I will listen when you want me too. But, I won't push you to tell me, ok? You can tell mommy, too, if you want; she will listen, too." Being a little more confidant with this girl, Sara spoke a little louder than she did before as she hugged her, "Thank you, Linds! So, what PJ's do you like best, so I don't wear them?" Grinning Lindsey skipped over to her pile of pajamas, and picked up a magenta nightgown with a thin flowing cover over it. "This is my favorite! I love pink!" Sara admired the beautiful nightgown. "It's pretty," Sara breathed. "Here," Lindsey said pushing the gown to Sara with a smile. Seeing the shocked look on Sara's face she continued, "I want you to have it." "Really?" Sara eagerly asked as she gently took it. "Yea, I'll get my toys to show you while you change, ok?" "Ok, Linds," Sara said as she walked to a corner that was covered by the end of Lindsey's dresser.

Catherine sat waiting for the girls to come back down. Hearing their giggles, she decided to go up and see them. Standing in the doorway, Catherine smiled as the girls played with Lindsey's dolls and stuffed animals. "Ok, girls time to get some sle-" Catherine stopped herself when she saw Sara's ankles and feet. "Sara, are you ok? Did you trip over something?" "No," came the small embarrassed reply, as she pulled her feet under her new nightgown. "Well, what happened?" Catherine asked. A small tear made its way down Sara's small face. "Mommy! Don't yell at her! I promised her we wouldn't push her!" Lindsey defended Sara. "It's ok, Lindsey. He can't hurt me anymore." Catherine sat between the girls and Sara snuggled close to her, "Daddy, did it…" Lindsey let out a small gasp and grasped Sara's hand. "Why?" was all Catherine could say. "Because I was bad," Sara said softly, "Daddy had said, he wanted his beer and he wanted me to get it. I hadn't moved, so he hit me a lot. I tried to get away from him through the doggy door, Daddy didn't like that. So, he pulled and squeezed my feet." Catherine started crying softly. "Tonight, Daddy was yelling for me so I hid, like always. Then, I heard him hitting Mommy I saw a little," she closed her eyes. Sara's body started to shake again trying to keep the tears from flowing; suddenly she burst and started crying again. "It's ok, shh, shh, you don't have to say anymore. Sara, do you think you may be able to tell my team and me tomorrow? If you can't that is ok, but I'm going to have to take you with me," she had her arms wrapped around the girls on either side of her and she held them both close.

Warrick sighed as he walked into the house; he had hoped Catherine had gotten Sara to open up a little. He walked a the stairs and peeked in Lindsey's room, only to find the three of them asleep on the floor surrounded by stuffed animals and dolls, Catherine holding both girls close. Taking the blanket off Lindsey's bed and bending down, Warrick covered the sleeping trio. He kissed Lindsey's forehead causing her to wake up slightly, "Go back to sleep, baby." "Ok, I love you, Daddy," Lindsey whispered. He kissed his wife's cheek. Then Warrick gently touched Sara's face causing her to flinch and mumble, "No, Daddy, please don't hit me 'gain! It hurts! Mmmm… Mommy, she shot him, no Mommy please don't come over here, NO! STOP, PLEASE MOMMY!" Just before she could scream, Warrick woke her gently, "Don't worry I won't hurt you I'm Catherine's friend. Do you want to come sit with me?" Nodding and letting him pick her up, Sara held Warrick tight as her tears started to flow from her brown eyes. He sat down in Lindsey's old rocking chair and rocked her singing some songs his mother sang to him when he was a child.

(A/N: So how was it? please let me know! and if you like it tell me why (or your favorite part) and if you didn't like it tell me why so I can do better! thanks!)