A/N: Here is the next installment. Sorry again for the wait, I know I've been slacking on this fanfic but please leave a review because I would like to know how many people are still reading! Thanks!

"And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together… Our hands will not be taught to hold another's… Cause' we're the special two…"

--"The Special Two" by Missy Higgins

"Gri--Grissom?"

Sara's voice came out small and shaky, causing Grissom's anxiety to turn instantly into fear.

"Sara, honey? Can you hear me? What's wrong?"

His words came out cracked and breathless and it took him a moment to notice the long silence that followed his skew of nervous questions.

"Sara?" He cried out, terrorized by the possibility that she had hung up on him.

"I'm here!" She said quickly.

"Are you alone?"

He was puzzled by her question and was a bit slow to answer.

"No… no, I'm with Catherine. We're driving to a crime scene."

"Please call me as soon as you are alone."

Before he could respond there was a loud click as she hung up on him.

"What was that about?" Catherine asked him as he sat in stunned silence.

He completely ignored her question and instead asked one of his own.

"Can you handle this case by yourself for a few hours?"

--

Sara dropped her phone immediately after she flipped it shut. It clattered to the ground and she groaned as she bent down to assess the damage.

Just as her hand touched it though, it rang, surprisingly her greatly.

She flipped it open immediately.

"Grissom…?" Her voice was still shaky and she was almost annoyed that he had called her back so quickly.

"Ah… no it's Patrick."

Sara let out a few deep breaths.

"Oh hi." She replied awkwardly.

"Are you okay…?" He asked shyly, after a moment of hesitation.

"I'm fine."

"Uh… you don't sound so fine."

"Well I am, really. I've just been super busy!" She said adding in a fake laugh.

He did not laugh back.

"I don't believe you. Why don't you come over? I was going to order a pizza, since as we both know, I can't cook."

His voice sounded hopeful and for a moment Sara was distracted from her inner turmoil.

"Uh…."

"Come on! You need some friends now that you're living here!"

Sara hesitated for a moment, unsure of exactly how to turn him down without hurting his feelings.

"Look Patrick, I really do appreciate the offer but I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm moving into my new apartment and it's going to be a long day."

"Oh… okay." He sounded disappointed.

"Some other time?" She asked, immediately regretting her offer when he responded.

"Yeah, sounds great! Can I take you out tomorrow night to celebrate moving into your new apartment?"

"Sure." Sara replied, defeated.

"I'll pick you up at 6:30?"

"Fine… but Patrick?"

"Yes?" He asked tentatively.

"This is not a date."

"Oh."

--

Grissom tapped his feet nervously as his cab sat in traffic. The rain had started just as Catherine dropped him off at the nearest gas station where he had immediately called a taxi. Getting home wasn't supposed to be this difficult but between the rare but heavy storm and the overflow of tourism on the strip, it could take awhile.

"Can't you go on the back streets or something?" He asked his already agitated cab driver.

"If you want to get mugged."

Grissom rolled his eyes.

"It's hell out there. I believe the risk is diminished significantly."

The cab driver sighed and turned onto a side street as soon as the traffic moved in front of him.

"Where to?" He grunted.

Grissom glanced up at the street signs and began giving him directions. After a quick ten minutes of winding in and out of different neighborhoods, the cab stopped in front of the townhouse.

"Thank you." Grissom said quickly as he shoved a bill in his hand.

He ran inside opening the door quickly and slamming it behind him. He didn't bother to remove his shoes and coat and instead grabbed his phone from his pocket, taking residence on his living room sofa.

--

Sara sat on her bed trying to clear her head. She sorely wished she had not agreed to have dinner with Patrick but there were more pressing things on her mind at the moment. She decided she would go back to packing her things while she waited for Grissom's call. As she folded her underwear she tried to ignore the strange sensation that seemed to travel throughout her body.

Now that the shock was wearing off, there was a strange sadness that seemed to seep from within her. It felt like the emotional equivalent of blood gushing from an open wound.

This body, no, this person that grew inside her was all she had left of a wonderful possibility that she had just thrown away. She didn't know if she wanted it, but she didn't know if she could give it up either.

And what would he say? Would he run to her or away from her? Would he shut her out? Would he beg her to return? What if he didn't want the child at all? What if he didn't love her anymore?

She shook herself violently. This is silly; I've only been gone a few days.

She lay back on her bed smiling tiredly as she relived the happy moments that had brought her into this situation.

She walked into the townhouse, broken down… exhausted. Grissom was back though and that made her happy. He had been gone for a while, following a case all the way to New York. She had missed him.

"Hey…" She whispered while slowly slipping out of her clothes as he flipped off the TV program he was watching.

"Hey." He replied, smiling.

"Did you catch him?"

"Mmhmm." He murmured, leaning forward to give her a small peck on the lips as she slipped into bed next to him.

She snuggled up close to him and he put his arm around her bare shoulders. They just sat there in comfortable silence until she began to giggle as he ran his free hand up and down her leg.

Greatly aroused, she turned her head upwards and touched her lips to his. The kiss began slowly but it wasn't long until their mouths were completely synchronized. Soon he was pulling her on top of him and she was tugging at his boxers with a gentle urgency.

"Mmmmm…" She moaned softly as they flipped over. He sat back for a moment wiggling off the last of his underwear before coming down on her.

The thrusts were gentle and loving. Both were too exhausted to pick up the pace. But still it was wonderful. He kissed her sweetly, savoring each moment and she ran her fingers down his back, tracing circles in his skin.

Afterwards, the fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. It was perhaps the best night of their lives and though they didn't know it at the time, quite possibly the savior of their relationship.

Or so Sara hoped. She continued to contemplate this.

Moments later when the phone rang, she was completely calm. The bittersweet tears that had fallen from her eyes had dried on her skin. She was ready, she could only hope he was too.

She picked up the phone.

"Sara?"

"Gil."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm pregnant."

TBC…