Hey ppl! I've been kinda bogged down with work lately, so this chapter is a bit short. But I'm totally into this story now, after all the awesome feedback I've been getting. Thank you guys so much! Oh, and the song in italics at the beginning of this chapter is called "She Floats" and it's by Vanessa Carlton. I'm probably gonna use a lot of song lyrics in this story 'cuz music is one of my biggest inspirations for writing.

Sara stood behind the glass of the interrogation room as she watched the woman from Child Services talk to Amy. The young girl's face was pale and washed out; showing no emotion. It was as if she was a ghost.

Watching puddles gather rain

There's no better place to lay

She's as fine as dandelions blowing in the wind

She's not thinking about anything...

She floats


Sara had been in the foster care system. She knew of the misery this girl would have to experience. Child Services would never be able to locate Amy's parents because Sara hadn't even registered the baby with the orphanage, just dropped it off on the front steps. Back then, thinking only of her career, it had seemed like the right thing to do. Now, as she watched Amy's emotionless face, she realized that it was a mistake.

Wearing black patent mary janes

She steps out in to the rain

She's as dry as clear blue skies

Swallowing you whole

Got no secrets though I'm told

She floats

She remembered the spring of '91, when she had first met Grissom. Those two short months ended so soon. She looked into Amy's dark eyes. It was ironic that such a heartbroken, despairing girl was the result of the most wonderful time of Sara's life.

She's as fine as dandelions blowing in the wind

She's not thinking she's listening

She floats, she floats . . .floats

Sara knew what she had to do. This was her second chance, the last chance she would ever get to make things right. She took a deep breath and walked through the door to the interrogation room.

"Something's just come up in the evidence," Sara announced as she entered the room, "I need to speak to Amy in private please." The woman from Child Services nodded and left. Amy was motionless, her eyes unmoving. Sara opened her mouth to say something, but the young girl surprised her by speaking first.

"They're never gonna find them, y'know…my real parents. It's not as if they'd ever take me back anyway…they didn't even take the time to register me with the orphanage," she gave a sad little chuckle, "I was just dropped off at the door, like, garbage or something." Sara bit her lip to keep from crying. She felt like a monster.

"I…I think I may have found your mother, Amy," she said slowly, "but she wants to know if you could forgive her…for what she did back then. She's…she's ready to be a good parent now." Amy didn't even seem astonished by this news. She had probably been through so much in the last 24 hours; there was nothing that could surprise her anymore.

"Um…if she's ready to be responsible, then…. I guess I could forgive her," Amy said, tears forming in her eyes. She was finally showing some emotion. There was a long silence as Sara tried to work up the courage to say something to her daughter.

"Amy, look…I don't really know how to say this, but…I'm your mother," she said softly. The girl looked stunned.

"That's…. that's crazy…" Amy trailed off. She suddenly looked angry, "Why did you leave me there? You're not poor or anything! Why didn't you keep me?" she shouted.

"Shh, shhh," Sara said, trying to calm her. She put a hand on the young girl's shoulder, "I was 20 years old when I had you. I was halfway through college." She swallowed hard, "I was just young and stupid. I'm so, so sorry, Amy. I really am." Tears started to trail down Sara's cheeks. The young girl put an arm around her shoulders and patted her on the back.

"It's okay, it's okay…like I said, I forgive you," Amy said, calm once again. After a while she asked, "Do you know who my father is?" Sara nodded slowly. "Well…can I meet him?" Sara shook her head.

"It's, um…it's really complicated right now," she said, "He's…he's actually my boss. I don't know how he'll react to this, because, um…he doesn't know about you yet." Amy nodded.

She hugged Sara around the shoulders and said, "I…I'm just glad I have you…. mom." Sara smiled through her tears as she hugged Amy back.

The mother and her daughter stayed like that for some time, sharing in each other's misery; comforting with silence.

Unseen to Amy and Sara, another figure was observing their conversation through the one-way glass of the interrogation room. Watching his daughter and her mother embrace, Grissom stood there, stunned.