Sara was vaguely aware of where she was, but it didn't matter too much, she had been to the place she was heading so many times now, she could get there blindfolded. Several times she thought about turning back, or at least ringing someone to know where she was headed, but right now she just wanted to be alone. Still trying to shake off what had happened in the restaurant, Sara turned down a side road, her destination drawing nearer.

At last she reached the one spot that she knew could bring her comfort, even though it was the one spot that had changed her life all those months ago. Sitting down, she looked around, noting that even after all this time, not much had changed. Sighing, she took out her phone and dialled a number she hadn't in a long time. A number she didn't even know why she kept.

She was relieved when it was quickly answered, and taking a deep breath, she choked out the words she should have said a long time ok

'I'm sorry'

Xxx

'Do you think she could have gone to a bar or something?' Nick asked, voicing the thought that was on everyone's mind

Jim and Catherine shook their heads vehemently 'No…' Brass got out, though his voice sounded a little unsure 'No… Sara's come too far to do something like that…besides, she'd be sick as soon as she took the first sip'

'Well… perhaps she went because it's somewhere familiar… safe maybe?' Nick questioned 'Not to drink, but just somewhere that's been a constant for her…'

'No… No, I don't… I don't know' Catherine faltered, having no idea at all where Sara could have gone.

'Perhaps she went home?' Lindsey asked, not fully understanding why everyone was so worried.

'Maybe…' Brass looked in the direction of where Sara's apartment was, then towards the Lab, and then Catherine's house 'I think they're all too far for her to walk right now, and she wouldn't call a taxi…' Brass frowned 'I think we just need to give her sometime, she'll come back or call when she's ready… if she doesn't within 3 hours, we'll do something.'

'3 HOURS?!' Catherine shouted, not caring who was around 'Do you realise what could happen to her, what she could do to herself in 3 hours!'

'Cat…' Greg tried to place his hand on her shoulder, but she jerked away from it almost violently

'Mum…' Lindsey said, eyes wide, her voice timid 'I really am sorry…'

Catherine closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath 'I know you are sweetie, I'm just a bit worried about Sara right now… she isn't supposed to be alone right now'

'Oh…' Lindsey thought about it for a moment 'Perhaps she's with Uncle Gil, or perhaps she went to the park?'

'Yeah… maybe…' Catherine ran her hands through her hair.

'Mum, Sara isn't alone anyway, is she? She has lumpy with her, lumpy will protect her, just like she'll protect lumpy'

Everyone turned around to look at Lindsey, feeling utterly confused

'Who's Lumpy?' Catherine asked, somehow fearing the worst.

'Her baby' Lindsey rolled her eyes; not understanding how they didn't understand what she meant 'Her baby is called Lumpy'

Jim couldn't help but smile at this 'You're right Lindsey, Sara's not alone, when did you get so bright?'

Xxx

'I'm sorry' Sara repeated, trying not to cry, waiting for the voice on the other end to reply.

'I know…' the voice sighed 'I know you are Sara… I'm sorry too…' he paused, not knowing what to say for the best

'I don't want to be alone right now… can you…' Sara trailed off, not too sure how to ask for what she wanted. She knew it was long overdue, that it would do her good, but now that she was close, she just didn't know how to ask.

'Where are you?'

'Where this all started… where we first kissed' before waiting for a response, Sara hung up the phone, hoping that he would remember, that he would come.

Xxx

'Come on Lindzz, let's go home' Catherine said, smiling once again at her daughter's wisdom.

Before they left, Lindsey ran up to Greg, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist 'Don't tell anyone…' she mock whispered, knowing everyone could hear her regardless 'But you're my favourite'

Greg chuckled 'Yeah, don't tell anyone, but you're my favourite too' he mock whispered back

Stepping away, Lindsey walked over to the car, and got in, sensing that the adults needed a moment or two

'Catherine, Sara's going to be ok, she's got too much to lose to mess up now, just give her some time ok. You know since this whole thing started she's barely been left alone, just give her an hour or two.'

Catherine just nodded, smiling weakly, before getting in her car, and driving off.

'So…' Brass said, trying not to smirk 'Anything you want to tell me?' he asked, raising an eyebrow

'No' Greg mumbled, not daring to look at Nick right now, his emotions all over the place. He was still reeling from this kiss, from what had happened, and right now he just wanted to put distance between them, and if possible, forget that it had ever happened. But he knew, deep down, that that had been one of the reasons that Sara had walked off. It wasn't the only reason, but it was one of them. Walking out to see Greg and Nick kissing must have thrown her for a loop, despite knowing that Greg had feelings for the Texan. Feeling as if she couldn't interrupt them, she had just walked off instead, not able to face the alternative of going back in to Catherine. For this, Greg felt guilty. Getting into his car without another word, he started the engine, hoping Jim would get the hint, and no sooner had Brass closed the door behind him, Greg had sped off, leaving Nick alone in the car park.

'Fuck' he shouted, punching his car, the same thought's that Greg had running through his head.

Xxx

Sara lost track of time waiting, it could have been five minutes or five hours, she had no idea, but when someone called out her name, she didn't jump, didn't flinch, in fact she barely registered them. As they sat down next to her, she moved so she was curled up on the bench, her head resting in the persons lap, she began to cry.

'Hey… hey it's alright… it's alright…' the voice was calm, caring, not at all like it had been the last time they had spoken.

'I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry' Sara choked out again and again

'It's ok Sara, it's ok, let it all out…' Hank moved his hand, so it was wrapped around Sara's body, his other moving to play with the back of her ear, just like he had done when they were together, it was a motion that he knew soothed the brunette in his arms.

After a few minutes, Sara calmed down, wiping away at the last of the tears in her eyes, she sat up, looking a little embarrassed at her outburst

'Why don't you tell me what's going on?' Hank offered, taking her hand in his own, entwining their fingers.

'I keep fucking up Hank…' Sara paused, finding it difficult to formulate a sentence.

'I'm sorry I didn't tell you about that baby…'

Hank sighed, knowing it was his fault as much as her own that things had ended up like they had between them. He knew from the first crime scene they worked together, from the first attempted date, where Catherine had interrupted them with a severed finger on ice, and especially from the first time that they sat on this bench together in the park what he had been doing, but still, he had done it. He didn't really know why, couldn't fully explain it, and now he couldn't change it.

'I didn't deserve to know Sara, not after what I did…'

Sara cut him off 'It was your baby too, you should have known before it was too late, before I rang you too help me through the miscarriage because I was too scared… to drunk… 'She admitted 'to ask anyone else for help'

'Sara… you know it wasn't the drinking, you can't blame yourself, not for that'

Sara nodded, breathing in deeply 'I know… I think I knew it was going to happen the minute I was thrown in the air from the blast… I didn't know how to handle it, handle everything, I was still trying to get my head around the fact I was not only pregnant, I was alone. Drinking that beer was just another thing on the long list of things I did wrong'

Hank squeezed her hand tighter, not knowing what to say

'Do you ever wonder how life could be so different, right now, that we wouldn't be here, on this bench, if you hadn't kissed me all those months ago'

'Yeah… sometimes' Hank admitted 'But we can't change it Sara, so it's pointless trying to think otherwise.

'I know…'

'Why did you call me Sara, I mean, really call me?' Hank asked, turning to face her a little better

'I… I'm really struggling to move forward… before… before the incident, I didn't think I even wanted another baby, so when I lost it, I really really lost it… I started drinking even more, going out to clubs even more, sleeping around, becoming reckless, all because I felt guilty because of what had happened… how I had felt, how I was feeling… It only got worse as the due date came… I thought I'd sunk quite low before then, man I had no idea… I've buried one baby, lost another one, and now I'm struggling through a third pregnancy, and no matter what I do, I keep getting it wrong…'

Hank kept quiet, he had seen Sara in the hospital a few times, was even aware that she'd been in for 'detox' but he hadn't fully known why, and he hadn't wanted to ask, or pay too much attention to the gossip floating around, but before Sara even confessed to it, he knew it was true.

After a moment, he spoke up 'Sara…I'm not religious, you know I'm not, and you know I don't believe in fate or destiny or other such crap, but I do know that you'll make a great Mum, no matter what has happened in your past, no matter what you've done before, no matter how this third chance happened, but that's just it Sara, it's a third chance, the only way you'll fuck this up is if you stop caring… stop trying. If drinking and sleeping around is more important to you, then you wouldn't have been in the hospital, you wouldn't have phoned me, you wouldn't be reacting and acting like you are now. Yes Sara, you lost a baby, we lost a baby, but we can't change that, all you can do now, is to focus on getting better, on looking after the baby you have growing inside you now. It doesn't matter who the father is, if he's around or not, because I know how you guys at the lab work, and I know you won't be alone. I see it in their eyes every time I work a scene with them, and I saw it in Catherine's eyes the day I came by the lab.' Hank wrapped his arm tighter around Sara's shoulder, pulling her closer.

'I'm sorry I wasn't there for you after what happened Sara, and I'm sorry that I lied to you about Elaine, but I'm not sorry for kissing you, for being with you… I've been thinking… since I saw you last…a lot actually, this past year or so… I don't know if you'd want too or not, but perhaps we could do something, for the baby…'

Sara couldn't help but start crying again, burying her head into Hanks shoulder 'I would have named the baby Iris, or Henry…'

'Henry… after my Granddad… and Iris, after your social worker as a kid'

'Yeah…' Sara couldn't help but laugh 'Yeah, crazy isn't it'

'No, not at all, I think their great names… Sara… I… I know you didn't look… couldn't face it… but I… I saw, and… well then I ran a test, before… it was a boy'

Sara smiled 'Henry…' pushing herself up a little bit more; Sara once again wiped the tears away

'Where… where…' she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence

'Don't get mad… but, ummm… here, actually… he's right here… it's odd, he was smaller than a kiwi, I didn't know what else to do…I'd never seen something so small before…' Hank sighed 'After what happened, when you were sleeping, I cleaned up, but I couldn't bring myself to just… just throw it, throw him out… I'd only known for a few hours, but I just… I can't explain it Sara… so I bought it all here, wrapped up in those damn towels, and I buried it just under the tree next to us…'

Surprising them both, Sara leant over and kissed his cheek. 'Thank you' she mumbled against his skin, before pulling back again.

Turning she looked at the tree, noticing how it had grown a couple of feet since they had first come here. 'Perhaps… perhaps we could get one of those little plaque things, for the bench?' Sara suggested shyly

'I'd like that' Hank agreed 'And I think he would too…'

'Hank?' Sara asked after a few minutes of silence 'Do you think you could drive me home, please?'

'Sure…' Hank smiled, feeling lighter than he had done in a long time. It had done them both good to finally talk about it, to lay their demons to rest at long last.