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A/N: OK, I am obsessed, as soon as I finished the second chapter I went on and wrote the third, so I guess today I felt generous. This story is very close to my heart and this is my favorite chapter, so please tell me how you like it.

The next couple of weeks were a blur to Sara, it seemed like all she did was eat, sleep, mope and cry, mostly mope and cry. Teresa left her alone; she understood what it was like to lose someone you love. But she was worried about her, she knew her husband Ryan had loved her, but Sara had reason to believe Grissom didn't care whether she lived or died.

She remembered when Sara dragged herself out of the guest room for the first time. Her eyes were red and puffy and she looked terrible.

"How are you doing?" Teresa had asked her.

Sara didn't answer; she just looked up at her friend.

"You want to talk about it?"

"No," she sighed, "Can you hate someone, love someone, and miss someone all at the same time?"

"Yes." She stated.

"Well that's how I feel about him."

Sara had started coming out of her room more often, she stopped crying every five minutes but she would choke up if something reminded her of him. Teresa was there for her, giving her a shoulder to cry on, she had gone through the same thing when Ryan had died, and even now she would cry when she remembered him. Sara was beginning to move on, but Teresa had a feeling, Sara would never truly be over him.

That morning Sara slept in, for the second time that week. She sat up in her bed, but then quickly lay back down, she felt really really dizzy and her stomach was twisted in knots. She slowly inched her way out of bed, if she moved to quickly she knew she would have to move faster to get to the bathroom.

She was able to make her way to the kitchen where Teresa was making scrambled eggs for breakfast. Food anything but the smell of food.

"Hey, you want some..."

Sara was already tearing down the hall towards the bathroom, the sound of puking coming from behind the closed door.

"Well she liked them yesterday," She joked and went to go check on her friend.

Sara was curled up on the floor, moaning. She felt horrible, as soon as Teresa walked in Sara had another attack and quickly emptied her stomach into the toilet.

"You OK?" Teresa asked."

"Ugh, I haven't thrown up this much since Liquid Man."

"Liquid Man?"

"Yeah, he was a homeless guy, who was killed and put into a bag, he wasn't found until the gases in his body had caused everything but his bones to become liquid."

"Sara, the sound of that makes me feel like vomiting."

Sara laughed a little, which turned into a groan. "What did you eat that caused you to get sick like this?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary, I must have caught a virus or something."

"I'll probably be sick next. Want to go to the drug store and get something."

"No I think I'll stay here, where I can puke in peace."

"OK."

"It's a shame I was going to go to the lab here in Boston, and hand in my resume, and maybe look for and apartment, but suddenly I don't feel like it."

"No you are staying here."

"Yes mom."

Teresa, left Sara to go get dressed, Sara had laughed that was progress.

By the afternoon, Sara was feeling better, well she was still nauseated and dizzy but at least she could keep some of the food down.

"Maybe I'll be able to go to the lab tomorrow."

But the next morning Sara once again ran to the bathroom. Teresa was worried; she was worried that it was something other than a virus.

"Ugh, Teresa, I have never had a virus this bad, I hardly ever get sick."

"Sara, I think you're pregnant." Teresa blurted out.

Sara turned to her friend in shock, "What? No, I can't be."

"Sara, think about it, you are tired all of the time, you get sick in the mornings, you're dizzy, have you checked your cycle, you might be late..."

"Teresa, I'm not pregnant, I mean there is just no way."

"Sara, you do realize that if you are..."

"I'm not."

"It would be Grissom's."

Sara glared at her friend, "I. Am. Not. Pregnant." And then she stormed out of the living room.

Only in the safety of her room did she allow herself to cry. She pulled out her calendar and looked at the days, did some careful calculation in her head. Her heart sank; her period was a week late. Her cycle was one thing that she could always count on being regular and now it had failed her.

There is an explanation, there has to be. Just because, Grissom and her hadn't used protection does not mean a thing. I'm not pregnant, she told herself again and again. She had to convince herself.

When Sara walked out of the bathroom, Teresa stood in her way. She stuck pregnancy test in her face.

"Take it."

"No."

"Fine, take two," she said holding up a second one.

"No."

"Just take the stupid test to be sure."

"I...no I can't." Sara said as she walked into the living room.

"Sara, just take it, if you are right then it will come back negative."

"No!"

"Sara, why not, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that you're right, and if you are then what would I do then?"

"Sara, take it, it's the only way to be sure."

Sara closed the door of the bathroom behind her. Her heart pounded. She looked at the test in her hand.

This is easy she told herself, plus for positive and minus for negative, easy enough to remember.

She performed the procedure and set the test to the side, she didn't look at it. She quietly washed her hands, and stared at herself in the mirror.

This is it, she thought, you just pick it up and look at it.

She picked it up but still did not let her eyes wander towards the answer. She turned her back to the mirror.

Please be minus; please be minus she silently begged. She looked at it, please be minus.

Plus.

"No," she whispered, "Please lord no."

She sank down to her knees, the positive test still clutched in her hands. She bent her head as sobs wracked her body. Tears fell down her face.

She couldn't deny it any more. She was pregnant.

With Grissom's child.

A/N: How do you like it so far, don't worry I'm far from over,and if your reviews are generous the fourth chapter will come out much quicker. Those who can guess what happens next, I'll try and send you the fourth chapter in advanced.