Part 2

Sara hurried out of the office, she wasn't ready for this. These past few days, she had had this feeling, something that kept her mind on Grissom. She had tried keeping her mind occupied with other things, but now that he was here, nothing could get her mind off this situation.

"Sara, Sara!" he called after her as she quickly walked down the hall. "Sara, will you stop for a minute!" he said grabbing her arm. When she turned around to look at him, he could see the anger in her eyes.

"What, Grissom?" she said heatedly.

"Sara, please. Let's talk." he pleaded. "Please." his eyes were full of hope.

She gave in. "Fine, Grissom. But please, no talking till after work." she said seriously. He responded with a simple glance and a small smile.

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The hours passed quickly for Sara and Grissom, who both attempted to avoid each other all shift. Sara was too afraid to speak with him. What if--

"Are you ready?" Grissom spoke softly. He had been standing in the door watching her as she retrieved her things from her locker.

She shrugged, then answered with a "sure", although she greatly wanted to add on "lets go ahead and get this over with.", but at the attempt to sound nice towards him, she refrained from doing so.

Minutes later, both individuals sat across from each other in the old fashioned silver diner.

"Sara, why? Why did you leave?" She could detect the sadness in his voice that he was trying to hide.

There was no easy way to answer his question. It was quite possibly the hardest question she may ever have to answer.

"Grissom," she released a heavy sigh. "I--" she was cut off by an overly annoying young waitress with a high pitched voice.

"Can I get you too something to eat?" She flashed a fake smile at the two.

"No thank you." Grissom answered for them both.

She dropped her fake smile and gave what could be considered and evil glare, but neither Grissom nor Sara could care.

"Grissom. I'm sorry all right. I made the choice to leave because things were getting overwhelming. We never spent any time together, and when we did we were always fighting, granted the fights were over stupid little things, but still, we fought too much." She paused, considering what her next words would be.

"Sara. I'm sorry. I didn't think that that would have affected you so much, but still that's no reason to up and leave out of my life."

"That's not the only reason." she spoke with frustration. "Do you remember what you said to me about 4 years ago?"

"Sara honey can we be more specific?" he said gesturing with his hands for her to continue.

"Grissom, what did you say about kids?"

He looked confused, and after a moment of what looked like deep thought, he answered with a subtle 'no'.

"God Grissom! You said you never wanted kids. You said that although you did sometimes enjoy them, that you were not the father type, and did not feel that you were the type of man that could or should bring them into this world."

"Sara, honey." he said softly. Then realization hit him. Was she trying to say that they had a child. Was she telling him that she left because she was afraid he would want her to get rid of it.

"Grissom, you said that just a few days before I knew I was pregnant. I couldn't figure out what to do from there. I figured I could tell you, and that would only make our lives more complicated, and we would fight more, or I could leave and deal with this on my own." By now her tears were flowing freely. It seemed that Grissom was on the verge of releasing his own tears.

"Sara, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to run you off with that comment. Had I know, things would have been different." he said placing his hand on hers. However, she quickly jerked away.

"Grissom, you spoke your mind. That's how you really felt. If I hadn't left and I had told you, you only would have been there to be there, to serve your purpose. You wouldn't have loved our child."

"Sara." he spoke just above a whisper. "Do we still have a child." Sara looked into his eyes, they were full of hope and sadness. She couldn't look him in the eye. She had been keeping this secret from him for so long. Did she really want to let him know about their daughter? If he knew, would he truly be there to support her and Sara?

"Yeah." she looked up and could see the sadness in his eyes drift away and be replaced with happiness. His smile grew and grew to the point that Sara thought his face may have stuck that way.

"Sara, this is wonderful. Please, when can I meet him," he slightly paused, "or her. Which is it girl or boy."

"Girl, but Gil Grissom, this still doesn't mean I am fine with you being here. Four years have gone by and not once did you try to find me, or even try and figure out if I was still alive." She lightly pounded the table with anger, still remaining aware that they were in a public place.

"Sara, why do you think I took this opportunity to come here? Nick, and Greg have both been filling me in on how you have been, although they never mentioned a child."

"That's because no one knew, only my brother, my mom and my dad." Both fell silent momentarily, till Sara looked at her watch, then realized she needed to get home.

"Gil, I have other obligations to tend to, so if you will please excuse me, I will see you at work tomorrow." she said standing from her seat, while trying to rush out. The last thing she needed was for Grissom to come to her home.

"Sara." he called after her, but she continued walking. "Sara!" he tried again.

Sara made it to her car before collapsing against it. She leaned against it and slid down to the ground, sobbing. Grissom caught up to her and took her into a warm embrace.

"Sara, honey. Let me drive you home.

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