Disclaimer: see chapter one

"For how long?" Warrick asked her.

"Man, that ain't cool. You can't ask her how long she's been gay," Nick interjected. "But seriously, how long?"

"Guys, I don't really see how this is important or relevant."

"It's not. I'm just curious though. We've worked together for six years, Sara. I didn't have a clue. Did you have a clue, Rick?"

"Nah, man. Didn't have a clue. Especially with that whole crush on Grissom thing. What the hell was that all about if you are a skirt chaser?"

"Let's not forget the deal with Hank, too," Nick said and Warrick nodded, both of them turning their attention back to Allie. "Shoot, is it okay for us to be talking about this in front of her?" Nick said as he pointed at Allie.

"Yeah, Nick. She knows she has two mommies and no daddy. She may not know all of the words for it, but she knows enough. And to answer for your first question, I guess I've always been gay. And as for your question, Warrick, I thought it might be easier for me to appear a bit more 'hetero' around here. San Francisco and Vegas are worlds apart when it comes to tolerance. Oh, and I am not a skirt chaser."

"No offense, Sar. I just meant that you prefer women to men. Hell, I do, too!" Nick laughed at his joke. He was the only one. Warrick shot him a look that silenced his laugh immediately.

"I think that's cool, Sara. But we've never seen you with this little one. Why now?" Warrick asked.

"Long story, Rick. Maybe another time." Sara sat there with her little girl in her arms patiently waiting for Sofia to return with a safety seat for her.

After a few minutes of just sitting there, Grissom walked in and said, "Warrick, Nick—DB at the Tangiers. Get going." He looked down at Sara and said, "Do you want to talk—about this?"

She looked down at the girl in her arms and said, "Not yet. But thanks for the offer."

"You do understand that your coworkers—including me—have a lot of questions for you."

Sara put Allie down and taking her hand in hers, stood up. "All people have to do is ask. I'm perfectly willing to talk with my friends about anything they want to know about." With that, she walked out of the lab hand in hand with her little girl. As they were walking out the door, Sofia was pulling up.

"Ah! Here you go. Keep it as long as you want. We have about a dozen of them at the department," Sofia said as she handed the seat over to Sara.

"Thanks, Sof. I appreciate this." Sara started to tear up as she put the seat in her car and strapped Allie in.

"Sara, uh, are you okay?" Sofia hated to see the brunette upset.

Sara looked into her eyes and started crying. On pure instinct, Sofia moved toward her and wrapped her arms around Sara. She pulled the CSI into a tight hug and whispered calming words to her. "This is a lot for anyone to take in and deal with. What exactly is the deal with Allie and you?"

Sara sighed heavily. "What time do you get off today?"

"I'm off already. Why?"

"I don't have very many friends—none actually—that I can trust to help me with this. Would you mind—uh, coming home with me?"

"Sara Sidle inviting me home with her! I never expected this to happen. Wished maybe…but not expected."

Sara blushed. Was Sofia flirting with her? "I just need someone to help me with all the 'kid' stuff."

"Sara, I'd love to, but you know this isn't my strength. Why don't you ask Catherine? She already has one. I'm sure she'll know exactly what to do—what to buy."

"Catherine and I aren't close like that. I can't ask her to do anything like that for me. Nevermind, it was a silly idea to start with," she said turning her back to Sofia and climbing into the car. "Thanks again for the car seat. I'll get it back to you tomorrow." With that, Sara shut the door of her car, started it and drove off.