Grissom knew Nick was right about swinging Olivia around like a rag doll. "God, I'm so stupid, of course not. See, Nick's already being better at a parent than I am, and she's my daughter." Letting a weak smile and chuckle through, he turned and started walking slowly the few hundred feet to the guards. About three yards away, Grissom stopped and turned, taking one last look at Sara before turning to Olivia. Honestly, Gil felt terrified, telling his own daughter that two women whom she thought were her mother and aunt all of her life were dead in one day was just...a lot for a - what she's..she's nine now, it was a little over nine years since San Fran with Sara. Shaking his head a little, his glazed blue eyes took in the playful little girl, head hung and hands in the pockets, before shaking his head again and waiting.