"Hey."

"Hey." Sara kissed Greg. "You look tired, want to grab another hour of sleep?"

"No, I can't. I've to be back in the lab in an hour. Big case."

"Okay."

"How was the house?"

"Great. I bought it."

"You did what?" Greg dropped his sandwich.

"I bought it. It was a bargain."

"The last bargain you saw cost more than we ever earn."

Sara got her arms around his neck and kissed the top of his nose. "I love the trust you have in me."

"How much?"

"Do you want to see it?"

"You don't have the keys, do you?"

"Of course."

"You bought it. Really bought it. Okay, why don't we use my hour to go there and have a look at it?"

"Are you sure?"

"My girlfriend bought a house, I wonder how it looks. After all we will live in it and a lot of money will go in it."

"True."

"It's close to Sofia's house?"

"Four blocks away."

"So it's perfect."

"Kind of."

"Come on, lets see this nearly perfect house." He took a can of soda, the car keys and got up. Five hours of sleep and a surprise instead of a dinner. His girlfriend bought a house while he was in an alley, looking for evidence

In front of the car Sara took the keys away from him with a smirk and got into the car. She was back in control, it was her job to drive and he was her passenger.

"Home sweet home." Sara stopped in front of their new home.

"So this is the home you bought…we bought?"

"You look not that comfortable, Greg."

"Well, I might have spent all my money on a house I haven't seen yet. See only now. From the outside…"

"Do you like what you see?"

"We're not supposed to judge anything from the outside, it's the inside that matters." He smiled. "Keys please."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the man I should unlock the door to our new home."

"Are you becoming dominant?"

"Yes, I'm the man."

"You're lucky I love you." She gave him the keys and followed him to the house.

"Your taste of hallways has changed, this one isn't made for big meeting."

"No, but it's perfect for a small family coming in, complaining about the rain, looking forward to dinner or a barbecue party with friends."

"I like this domestic parts you developed. Very attractive. Where is our bedroom?"

"Upstairs with a connected bathroom. There are also two more bedrooms and another bathroom. We can have a guestroom or a workroom."

"Mhm." He opened the door and looked at the room. "Not bad."

"You haven't…" Sara exhaled when Greg's lips ran over her neck. "…really looked…" His hands went under her shirt. "…at it…we haven't got a bed in here…"

"No need for it."

"You're…good…" All right she didn't want a bed anymore and she definitely didn't want to wait until they were back to her condo and had a bed.

"Want to go on a moonlight drive with me? To the desert, a lonely place, where we can be all by ourselves? Not that I have to ask because you lost the game and owe me the trip." Felix smirked.

"I said driving lessons and not sex on the backseat."

"Another game for that?"

"No." Sofia took her tea. "No more games for today. I have my tea, a book and go to bed. Buying houses makes me tired."

"You didn't buy it."

"I was involved, I checked the house out and helped pressing the price down."

"True."

"See. Good night. Enjoy your game with whoever you meet online."

"I'm sure I'll find a very sexy woman who is more than willing to spend some time with me."

"Sure." She smiled and went upstairs. Time to relax. Felix was busy with his Playstation, Sara was at home, Greg at work, that left her to her book. Alone in her room, the whole house quiet, just like…when was the last time she didn't hear a single sound in her house? Must have been a long time ago. Before the accident.

The accident, something she managed to forget more and more often. Her body didn't hurt that much anymore, she didn't have to go to dialysis anymore and she was about to go back to work. The question was for how long was she back at work? She didn't want to wait for a long time until she wanted to get pregnant. Sara and Greg bought the house, it was the best time to get pregnant so their family was complete.

She had to talk about this with her parents. Not to imagine when her mother found out that she was pregnant. Not that the captain wouldn't be happy about a grandchild but Sofia needed a moment or two to explain to her why her grandchild wasn't her grandchild and why the baby Sofia would be pregnant with wasn't her baby. Maybe she should let Sara explain everything. No, not possible. The brunette wouldn't tell Sofia's mother what happened to her. Marie would find out sooner or later but Sara would try to make it later. Was it possible to tell her mother she was pregnant with Sara's baby because the brunette couldn't have a baby without telling her all details? That would be difficult.

A knock on the door got her attention off her thoughts.

"Did you lose or win and want to go and collect your prize? In that case I hope she doesn't live too far away."

"I didn't play."

"Okay." She sensed he was here for a serious reason. "Wanna come in, have a seat?" She petted on her bed.

"Me in your bed?" He smiled a bit.

"On." She returned the smiled.

"Good start." He sat down, feet down, two feet distance to her. "How is your book?"

"To be honest I didn't read a page. I got caught in a thought…doesn't matter. What made you stop playing?"

"A good or a bad thought?"

"A baby thought…doesn't really matter."

"You're unsure if you want to be the surrogate mother?"

"No, I thought how I explain my pregnancy to my mother, how I can be pregnant and it won't be her grandchild." Apparently he wasn't ready to talk about whatever bothered him so she gave him the opportunity to listen to her thought and share his problem later. At least she hoped he would talk to her.

"How will you tell her?"

"I'm not sure. The easiest way is straight forward but…"

"But…she will ask you why you are pregnant with Sara's and Greg's child and not Sara."

"Exactly. It's not my business to talk about Sara's private life but I've no idea how to explain it to my mother without telling her about Sara's…condition." Like she had no idea how much he knew.

"It's all right, I know that she can't get pregnant anymore because of the attack. And I know she lost her baby during the attack. We talked."

"Good."

"You're a good friend, protecting her private life."

"I try. She'd do the same for me."

"I'm sure she would. And I'm sure she knows you have to explain it to your mother, using the truth because the captain doesn't except anything else. Being her mother she can smell when you're lying."

"She can't!"

"So you have secrets she doesn't know of?"

"Yes."

"I met your mother only a few times but I'm sure all the things you did as a teenager and weren't supposed to do, she knows about. Just because she didn't tell she knows it doesn't mean she isn't aware of them."

"Don't scare me." The thought of all the things she was sure her mother didn't know of weren't unknown scared her. What was ridiculous, she was a grown-up woman and not a teenager who could be grounded for whatever reasons. "It could be true what you say. Awful."

"She loves you, she'll accept that you won't talk about it."

"Hopefully. And I accept when you don't want to talk to me about what made you not play with a stranger."

"I watched the news, there was a story about homeless people…people like me…how they…we destroy the cities beauty. And if we wouldn't be loser, drunks or drug addicts we all had a job, social security and a house…and kids end up on the streets because they want drugs and violence."

"That's what the newsman said?"

"No, that's what one man who got interviewed said. And I'm sure he represents what most people say."

She took his hand.

"No pity, please." He backed off.

"A hug?"

"That's mean, you know I like your hugs but they will feel like you feel sorry for me and want to make me feel better."

"Your choice. I would like to hug you and I'm sad because this man made you sad because I think you're a lot of things but not a loser."

"But I'm not what a mother wants for her daughter."

"I can't talk about all mothers in the world but I know my mother really likes you. She told her officers to have an eye on you so you'll be safe."

"And won't steal something."

"I never mentioned to her that you bored some bread back in the days. Then again she's my mother, she will have checked on you."

"Yes."

"She still likes you."

"I'm honored. And I want that hug." He bent over and let her pull him into her arms.

"Why don't you get your book and read with me? We can read a lovely good night story like an old married couple."

"An old married couple doesn't have sex anymore."

"But they're still in love and take care of each other. You know a less patient woman would tell you to close the door and locked it behind you."

"Lucky for me you're not only beautiful but also patient. I brush my teeth, get my book and come back. Do you want anything?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks." She watched him leaving, got up and went into her own bathroom. There was more to come than what he had just told her. If he would share it later or not was something only he could tell her. She hoped he would. It was another reason why she offered him to read with her.

"Am I dressed appropriate for a reading date?"

"A boxer and a shirt? Yes. Come on in."

"In? Just gets better and better." He slipped under the blanket.

"American history?"

"Yes."

"Why are you reading something like that? That's not the average bedtime story."

"It's necessary. I thought if I can rent your room a little bit longer I'd like to go back to school."

"You can stay as long as you want, I'm happy to have you here. You want to go back to school?"

"I never finished high school so I thought a while ago I might do that one day. Why not this summer? If I give it an honest try I'm sure I can have my diploma next summer. It will be hard work but it will be worth it. What do you think?"

"I think that's a great idea. I like it." She hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Do you want me to help you? Or is that a fight you have to fight alone?"

"I'm not a superhero, I take help. Where are your strength?"

"Chemistry, physics, biology – no stupid school boy comment about this- and engineering. What was your strength?"

"Music."

"I should have guessed so. Oh well, you've a lot of talent, you will get a scholarship for a college with your music."

"Who said something about college?"

"Isn't it sad to waste talent?"

"You think my talent is wasted when I play on the streets?"

"No. But I think you can make more people happy when you play your music and they have time to listen and appreciate it. Buy a CD and listen to your music at home again and again."

"How often do you listen to my CD?"

"Daily."

"Really?"

"Yes. Like I enjoy sitting somewhere and listen to your music, having a coffee and let me carry away from your voice."

"If you want you get a private gig in the living room."

"Would you teach me how to play the guitar?"

"Sure."

"Thanks. I'm sure you're a good teacher."

"Want me to teach you something else?"

"You can't teach me anything in the area you think of. Use your energy for your book, Lover-Boy." Sofia took her book and got her attention back to it. There was no need to pay more attention to his statement. If he wanted to talk about what else was bothering him, she was more than happy to listen.