The line went dead before Sara could reply. He dreamed of snow, what the hell did that have to do with their relationship? She never pretended to fully understand Grissom but this was getting ridiculous.

Determined to get some peace of mind and, hopefully, some well deserved sleep, she dialed Grissom's number.

She was just about to change her mind and hang up when he picked up, "You're calling me? Impressive!" He seemed to have gone from sad to angry in the time it took her to call him back.

"Lose the tone, Grissom, you hung up on me."

"Fair enough, but you stopped listening long before then." There was a slight pause and she heard him let out a sigh as if he were releasing his anger and he continued on a softer tone, "I really want us to fix whatever this is, Sara, but you have to meet me somewhere in the middle."

He sounded defeated and for the first time since he left, she wanted to hold him and forget the whole thing. It just wasn't that simple.

"What it is about the snow that reminds you of us?" She asked softly.

"What?"

"Your dream Grissom, you said something about snow and us not being hopeless. Make me believe that you're right."

Did he really want to go there? He vividly remembered the taste of the snowflakes on his tongue and the features on that familiar little face. How could he long for something that wasn't real?

"It was a beautiful snowy day, and we were building a snowman."

She waited for him to continue, but he didn't.

"Ooookay, and then what?"

"And then… nothing… Sara, it was just a dream, never mind." When did they become this couple who couldn't communicate?

"Figures. Goodnight Grissom.-"

"Sara, wait!" He took a deep breath before he made the plunge "it wasn't just the two of us…there was this little girl." The last word got lost in a mumble.

"A little what?"

"A little girl, honey. I had a dream that we had a daughter. And Sara we were so happy. I just know that we can be happy." He sounded sincere.

For a moment all he heard was a dead silence and he thought they'd got cut off, but then he heard it; the unmistakable sound of Sara crying.

"Sara, the last thing I want to do is upset you. It was just a dream, it didn't mean anything." Oh God, when did it get so complicated? Why did he have to make everything complicated?

She was quiet for a while; he heard the quaver in her voice when she finally spoke. "So you don't think your subconscious is telling you that you'd like to be a dad?"

"I don't know Sara. Maybe, but honey we don't have to talk about this right now. We should both get some sleep." He looked out of his hotel's window just in time to see the day long rain had turned into snow.

"I think we should talk about this now, Griss. My period is late." She drew a calming breath, "Two months late to be exact." She rubbed her stomach, allowing herself for the first time to imagine it round and heavy with Grissom's child.

She could hear the hurt in his voice,

"You should have told me Sara. You know I wouldn't have left you alone, you really think I'm that insensitive?"

"I don't know what to think."

"Listen, sweetheart, I'll pack my bags first thing in the morning, I'll tell them it's a family emergency and we'll get you an appointment with an obstetrician. Let's not jump to conclusions just yet okay? Whatever the outcome is Sara, we'll deal with it. If you are pregnant, you'll make me the luckiest man in the world. If you aren't, then it will at least get us to talk about something we definitely should have discussed by now. The way I see it, whatever happens, it will be positive-"

"It is positive." She blinked the tears away; she definitely had been more emotional lately.

"Exactly-"

" No, Grissom, I mean I I am /I pregnant. I already had the appointment; I couldn't wait for you to come back. I'm sorry."

She didn't know whether to cry or laugh, when he finally replied " I love you", so she did both.