Okay, here's chapter 3. Please let me know what you think. :)

I heard Catherine gasp and tighten her hold on my hand. I could feel her eyes on me, as if she were expecting me to breakdown and cry or something. Truth was, I wasn't going to cry for him. I would cry for the past and all the damage he caused to so many lives, but I could never be sad that he was dead. How was I supposed to explain that to Catherine?

"Sara, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head.

"No, I'm fine. I was fourteen the last time I saw him. That was when he was arrested. He rang me, you know? Last week, just after he was released. Wanted to see me."

I can't help the small laugh that comes out. Sounds even more ridiculous when I say it out loud. I see the confusion on Catherine's face. Well of course she's confused. Who would find a man wanting to see his daughter for the first time in over ten years funny? If only she knew what he was like, then she would understand.

"So, um, anyway, go check out AFIS. You'll find out what you need to know from there."

Catherine stared at me for a moment before speaking.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Putting on the biggest smile I could, I nodded.

"Yep, I'll be fine. Now go; work. I have to find Grissom and tell him that I need to be taken off the case."

Catherine seemed almost reluctant to let go of my hand. After a moment she gave my hand a quick, supportive squeeze and released it. I watched her walk out, before looking down at my hand. It now felt strangely empty. Shaking my head, I stood up and made my way towards Grissom's office.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on Grissom's door. Part of me was hoping he wouldn't be in there. This was a first for me, asking to be taken off a case. I wondered what he would say.

"Enter."

No such luck. He's in there. Slowly opening the door, I poke my head in.

"Hey. Umm, are you busy?"

Grissom lifted his head up.

"Not at the moment. What do you need?"

"It's about the case you put me and Catherine on."

Grissom frowned, trying to remember.

"The db in the desert. What about it?"

I pause for a second before answering.

"I need to be taken off it."

I can see the surprise on Grissom's face. I know what he's thinking. I have never asked to be taken off a case before and he knows this. No matter how bad, I have always stuck with my cases, seeing them through to the end. Well, this is different.

"Can you tell me why?"

I was expecting that.

"I...I'm too close to this case. I knew the victim."

I heard Grissom sigh.

"Okay. Have you talked about this with Catherine?"

"Yeah, I told her. I gave her the information she needed. She agrees with me being taken off the case."

"Fine. But there aren't any more cases at the moment. If you want, you can have the rest of the night off."

Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. I needed some time to process all that had happened.

"Okay, I think I'll take you up on that."

Grissom nodded.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow night. Bye," I said before walking out the door.

I kept walking until I had made it around the corner and collapsed against the wall. This was all happening so fast. I had come into work, thinking that it would just be another night. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I see Catherine coming towards me and I can tell by the look on her face that she just checked out his record and now knows why he was in jail. She stops in front of me and looks in to my eyes, probably trying to see if she can somehow find out the truth; as if the truth lies there. I didn't dare move. I began talking before she had a chance to say anything.

"I just talked to Grissom. He gave me the rest of the night off."

Catherine just stood there, her eyes not leaving mine. I don't think she really knew what to say.

"But I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone that the victim was my father."

She nodded.

"I understand. But you need to talk to somebody about this. You know that, right?"

I looked away.

"I have to go. Let me know if you find out anything."

Catherine stared at me for a moment before saying, "Okay. But if you need to talk, just know that I'm here. Anytime."

She then walked away. I watched her go, my heart pounding. Did she really just say that? Why was she being so nice to me? I thought that she hated me. Maybe she didn't. Maybe she cared about me. What was I thinking? She just felt sorry for me. I could only imagine what she was thinking after reading his record.

I made my way out to my car and headed home. I had so many questions. I just needed to be by myself for a while to think.