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Sara sat in the living room, fuming because Grissom would not let her adopt a stray cat that she had been feeding. She watched as her husband chased their soapy dog from the bathroom. He was supposed to be giving him a bath.

"Grissom, you need to keep him in the tub."

He stopped and glared at her. "I know that Sara."

She shrugged and went back to her book.

Grissom grabbed the mail from the floor and wrestled the dog back into the bathtub. "That's for you." He threw a letter onto the coffee table.

"I'll read it later."

Grissom shrugged and went back into the bathroom.

Curiosity got the best of Sara and she closed her book, looking at the letter that he'd tossed onto the table. It was hand written. She only ever got bills, all her old friends just emailed her. She picked it up and flipped it over. No return address. She stood in the bathroom doorway. "Do you know who this is from?"

"No idea. Why don't you open it?"

"When did it come?"

"Today." He looked at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Sara glared back. "It's from California. Who would send me something?"

"Well you did used to live there."

"Gil, I never get mail…"

"What? Do you want me to open it?"

"No."

Grissom went back to washing Watson.

"About the cat…" Sara was hoping he'd give in.

"What about the cat?"

"I was thinking, what if I got her checked out first."

"Sara, we don't need another pet." Grissom sighed.

"Maybe we don't need one, but I want her. She doesn't have a home Grissom."

"We can't just take in every orphaned pet we see."

"I don't want every orphaned pet Grissom. I want her."

Grissom turned on his knees to face Sara. "Yeah, well what happens when you see the next abandoned cat?"

Sara crossed her arms defiantly. "I have already adopted her practically. I have been feeding her everyday for the last two weeks." She shrugged. "You haven't even noticed."

"Sara, I said no."

"Its my house too Grissom."

"I know that. But we don't need another pet."

"You didn't want Watson either. And you gave it a try and now you love him."

"Yeah, but that's different. We didn't just pick Watson up off the street."

"I didn't realize you have a problem with orphans Grissom."

Grissom had no idea what she was talking about. "I don't."

"I guess that means that I'm not welcome here either." She turned and started to leave. "It's not so long ago that I didn't have a family either Grissom." She left the room.

"Fuck!" Grissom said to himself. He stood up and ran after her. "I didn't mean it like that Sara."

"It's fine Grissom." She went into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

He knocked on the door. "Sara, open the door."

"Leave me alone Grissom." She threw the letter down on the bed and laid down. She glanced over at it and picked it up.

Grissom tried the door handle. It was locked. "Sara, please."

She ignored him and used her nail to rip open the letter. She pulled it out and unfolded it. She started to read. Her mother was out of jail. She had read about her in the paper and had found Sara's address online. She wanted to meet with her.

Sara's hands were shaking by the time she finished the letter. She didn't even hear Grissom on the other side of the door anymore.

Grissom knocked again. "Sara."

Sara felt sick and ran into the bathroom. Grissom got worried and picked the lock. He ran after her. "Sara!" He held her hair back while she was sick.

"Don't touch me!" She pushed her hands away while she was still vomiting.

Grissom rubbed her back. "Sara I'm sorry." He pulled her hair into a ponytail and stepped back.

Sara's whole body was shaking by the time she finished. She sat back against the wall, her knees drawn up to her chest. She buried her face in her knees.

Grissom slide down the wall next to her and handed her a wet rag.

She tried to find her voice to say thanks, but it came out as a squeek. She put the cloth over her face so she didn't have to look at him.

Grissom rubbed her shoulder and stood up. He got her a cup of water and some Gravol to help her stomach. He left it on a paper towel by her side. He went back into the bedroom. Spying the letter, he picked it up. Realizing it was from Laura, he felt his blood pressure rise.

He heard her voice from the bathroom. "C-can you…"

Grissom walked back into the bathroom, the letter crushed in his fist. His face relaxed when he saw her. "What is it?"

She shook her head. She just wanted him to make it better.

Grissom walked out of the room and picked up the cat who was sitting outside the front door. He brought her back inside and put her in Sara's lap.

Sara looked up at him confused.

"Meet the new addition to the family."

"Gil…"

"I mean it Sara."

She shook her head. "No you don't."

"I do." He rubbed the kitten's head.

"Why?"

"Because you are right. Everyone deserves a home. And I can't think of a better one than with you."

"Even her?" She motioned to the letter.

Grissom's fist tightened around the letter. He growled, "Not her. Not with you."

"Why is she doing this Grissom?"

"I don't know Sara. I don't. But I'm not gonna let her get to you."

"You'll protect me?"

"You don't even have to ask."

Sara looked down at the kitten in her lap. "What should we name her?"

"What do you want to name her?"

"Grissom."

Grissom chuckled. "Well, she can have that last name. But how about a first name?"

"Q."

"Q?"

"Yeah, Q."

"Q it is then."

"Thanks Gil." She hugged him.

He hugged her back. "You're welcome Sar."

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