Disclaimer: Not mine, nope. The honor goes to Jerry, the lucky bastard. Lyrics used in here are by Our Lady Peace, name of the song is 'Somewhere out there'.

A/N: Okay, I'm pretty fast with updating, at least... faster than usually. Okay, I want to thank everybody for reviewing my last chapter, I really hadn't expected that so many people were (still) reading.

Thanks to AngelWhiteRoses for the beta, you're awesome hun!

I still think this story totally sucks hehe. And to be honest, I have no idea how I'm going to write myself out of it, I'm pretty clueless on what is coming next. I just let myself be taken by my muse, which can be pretty evil sometimes. But I did get some ideas from a song, let's see if that fits in here (you'll notice in the next chapter or so)

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Chapter 4 – Mistaken

Grissom's POV:

I stare at the woman, my mouth agape. She can't be serious, can she? I've never believed in things like a sixth sense, I'm a scientist after all. But when it's concerning Sara, I'm willing to listen. After opening my mouth, and closing it again, I finally respond.

"E-Excuse me? Who did you say you are?" I stutter.

The woman remains where she is, staring at me intently. "I'm Helena... and Sara is here."

I stand up and walk closer to her, trying to see if she really is there. Maybe I took too much medication for my migraine, and it caused hallucinations. But she's really there. No blur nowhere. Her form is clear.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe you. Sara's deceased, it's not possible she's still here," I say, more convinced than I am feeling.

"You never heard of people keeping in contact with their loved ones who have died?" Helena asks me. She reaches out for me to wipe a tear away. I step back from her, her hand is so cold. I almost start to believe that a dead woman is standing in my living room, but the scientist in me is still stronger. I want her to go, I don't want to deal with things like this now.

"Miss, I would like you to leave right now. I want to be alone, please."

"Whatever you want," she responds and disappears. I walk through my room, looking for a sign of how she left. 'Is this some kind of sick joke?'

Two weeks later:

I don't want to go to work today; ever since Sara died, I do my job with reluctance. The place is just not the same without her; every night before I leave I watch the doorway, expecting her to lean against the doorframe. But every night again it's empty, or like yesterday, I would find Catherine standing there.

She's worried about me, I can feel that, I just don't want her to, I'll be fine eventually. When I told her about Helena, and Sara looking for contact with me, she raised her eyebrow and then started ranting about how Lindsey believed in that 'crap' – not very helpful.

"You know, Lindsey is all into that stuff now. She wants to do something with EVP, well there's no way I'm allowing her to," she mocks.

"EVP?" I ask her, I've never heard of that.

"Yeah, Electronic Voice Phenomenon. People believe they can talk with the dead, through electronics, radio, T.V. and computers. It's the white noise… they see dead people, or hear dead people. It's kinda creepy really," she explains. "Why?"

I swallow. "Do you think that…Sara might is looking for contact with me… us?" And with some afterthought I add. "How does EVP work?"

She walks into my office and closes the door behind her. Sitting down in the chair in front of my desk she intertwines her fingers and leans with her elbows on the desk. "Gil…" She says with sympathy. "I know you're missing her… We all do. But please don't do anything stupid."

"What's stupid about EVP?" I retort.

"It's not stupid… but it can be dangerous. You shouldn't meddle with the 'other side'."

"I… I just miss her so much Cath." I sigh and rub my eyes.

"I know you do Gil," she says and gets over to my side of the desk. She kneels down in front of me and pulls me in a hug. I try to resist, but give in after some afterthought.

When she gets up and leaves she turns around one more time, before closing the door behind her. "Don't try EVP."

When I get home after a long shift I sit down on my couch and flip the T.V. on. Curiously I turn on a white noise net. I look at the screen intently, waiting for Sara to come into view. But nothing changes and I turn it off. I don't even know why I'm doing this, I don't even believe in this stuff.

"God, I miss you Sara," I whisper. It's then I cry… I've done it a lot since she died.

You're falling back to me
The star that I can't see
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there

When I feel a cold breeze going through the room, and they lights going out I stand up rapidly, looking around. "Helena?" I ask, my voice as a whisper.

I turn around, sensing a presence behind me. When I indeed see Helena standing there I let out a small sigh of relief. "I think I need to talk to you," I say.

You're falling out of reach
Defying gravity
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there

Helena holds up her hand. "No," She says and turns around. She whispers something into nothingness and then keeps silent. It's like she's talking to somebody I can't see. 'Is Sara here?' I ask myself, while watching the scene before me.

"Sara needs to talk to you first."

I swallow. "Is… Is she here?"

"Yes, you can talk to her. And I will talk for her," Helena explains to me, smiling softly. She turns around again and when she turns back she says: "Sara has something important to tell you."

I nod and wait for her to continue.

"She asks me if you remember that night in San Francisco."

"Of course I do." The thought of it makes my tears watery. "It was the night before I had to leave, the night that we went out for dinner."

Flashback:

"Mr. Grissom. I have something to show you," she says, her eyes glistering in the candle light.

He smiles. "Let's finish dinner first, shall we?"

She grins sheepishly. "Yeah, thank you for taking me here," she says sincerely. "I don't usually go out that much, I'd rather –"

"Read," he finished her sentence. "Yeah, you're a very smart woman."

With a blush she thanks him, before turning her attention to her plate. She hasn't eaten much, because she isn't very hungry. She's nervous, although she knows she shouldn't be. Dr. Grissom was a nice man, well, more than 'nice' if you asked her.

After dinner they walked together in the direction of the park. He had softly grabbed her hand, the gesture causing Sara's stomach to do flip-flops.

In the park she showed him her favorite place, on the side of a lake. "I usually come down here to think. It's my... private place," she says with a soft smile.

"It's beautiful," he says and reaches out his hand to cup her cheek.

She looks him deep in his eyes, causing him to withdraw his hand. "We shouldn't do this Sara."

When he turns around she grabs his hand. "I'm old enough to decide for myself." And with that she closes the gap between them and kisses him softly.

Somehow between that moment and an hour later they end up in his hotel room. They are kissing passionately and hastily removing each other's clothes. One might think that this is pretty fast, but to them it wasn't. The whole night was perfect, up until the morning... when he had to leave.

End of flashback

"She got pregnant that night," Helena tells me, causing me to swallow hard.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, trying not to scare her away. I'm shocked, that's all.

"I was afraid you would turn away from me, that you would never want to speak with me ever again," Sara sobs. "I just couldn't tell you."

"She says she was afraid to tell you," Helena says.

"Sara, you shouldn't have been afraid of me honey. I love you." I say, tears making their way down my cheeks.

"I love you too," Sara says, crying as well.

"She says she loves you as well."

TBC

Okay, that was chapter four. Lyrics used in her are not mine, they're from Our Lady Peace. Thanks for reading, and please review… I really really really need it!

- Myra