Sara sat staring at the desk, not wanting to look at Grissom, now wanting to answer him, but not wanting to leave with his questions unanswered, knowing that this would hurt him.
Instead she sat there in silence, not knowing what to say.
"Sara" she heard Grissom say softly, "I need to know"
Still resigned she said in a hard voice, still staring at the table. "What do you want to know Grissom? What is there to know?" Grissom didn't respond partly shocked at the hardness in Sara's voice and partly because he just didn't know what to say. After a pause Sara continued, answering her own questions.
"You already know all there is to know. I'm going to the Munroe clinic, I want a child, I'm obviously not going to have yours. I don't want anyone else's. I don't need anyone else. What more is there to know?"
"Sara -"
He was cut off by Catherine opening the door, "Hey Griss? Oh sorry, didn't realise you were with Sara, I'll wait outside."
Grissom opened his mouth to thank her and tell her he would find her later until Sara cut him off.
"No Cath, it's fine, there's nothing more to explain. I'll see you later in the break room." And with that she walked out of Grissom's office not even looking back at Grissom.
"Sorry Griss. I didn't mean to interrupt anything." Grissom sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, even though he hadn't been wearing his glasses before. "It's fine Cathrine, you're here now, what did you want?"
"I was just going to say can I borrow your authority to get Hodges to push my stuff to the top of the pile. We need it desperately before the suspect has a chance to run out of the state."
"Yeah sure, go tell Hodges I told him to." Catherine nodded and opened her mouth to say something else. Noticing Grissom's pained and defeated expression she closed her mouth and quietly left the office, deciding to leave him alone with his thoughts for a while. She could always talk to him later, she was more likely to find out what had happened off Sara anyway. But first she needed to go bully Hodges.
Sara sat on a stool, looking through more evidence, writing things down with one hand and controlling the microscope with the other. Grissom leaned against the frame of the door remembering the last time he had done that. Not many things had happened but things had altered more than he thought they would.
He had kissed her and she had kissed him back. She still wanted to have a baby with a stranger though, 'Damn it, if she wants a baby that bad I'll give her one.'
In that single moment, in that one thought, Grissom felt everything alter. He discovered the husband he wanted to be, the father in him. that he wanted to have children, Sara's children, to bring up a beautiful daughter as beautiful as her mother, or have a son and explain about all the bugs and insects in the garden to him. He had considered the idea before, but never before had it felt so right, so perfect, that if he didn't do that with his life then he had wasted it. The urge to go up to her and embrace her was as strong as the last time he had been there. Amplified now because he knew what it felt like to stand so close to her, and to hear her breathing falling into time with his. He shook his head to bring him back into the present before walking into the room.
He went and stood next to Sara's stool, waiting for her to finish that note before interrupting her. After a few moments she laid her pen down and looked up at Grissom.
"Sara. I'm sorry for this morning. I didn't need to ask you about what I did. It's your body, your choice. I had no right to expect you to tell me about it. But I do want you to know," at this point he reached down and took her hands in his, "I'll be there for you whatever you decided every step of the way. And I would also like to ask you to dinner tonight. Would you care to join me?"
Sara simply nodded, not trusting her voice, she was almost in tears again both from Grissom's apology and his proposal. But what really got to her was that she knew he meant every word. He might not agree with it but he would support her and he would still go out with her even though she was still going through with it.
Sara looked up into his eyes and saw a tender expression shown in them, and wouldn't have been surprised to know that she had a similar tenderness showing in her eyes as she gazed at him, both still holding onto the others hands.