A/N: I know I promised this chapter two days ago but things got busy. This chapter is pretty heavy with emotional baggage, and kind of short. Next one will be longer.

Sara woke up on the bathroom floor, her neck hurt so badly. She stepped out and saw the most beautiful sight. After Gabby's harsh words, the three had cried themselves to sleep, but not before Grissom had wrapped Gabby in his arms and rocked her to sleep, just like she had done a month before.

Sara was hurting for Gabby. She wanted to explain things to her, but she was just too young to understand. She went to her study and sat at her desk.

Sara walked into the kitchen and found Gil bent over the stove stirring some kind of a sauce. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the breakfast bar.

The tension in the room was thick, and the silence was eerie. Sara was the first to speak.

"Where's Gabby?"

Grissom didn't look up from stirring, he cleared his throat before answering, he didn't want her to know that he was crying "I took her to her room. I figured she would wake up and come out when she was ready."

Silence descended over the room again. Sara looked at her hands, she didn't know what to say to him. Now that he knew what happened, she feared he would run, even if he said he wouldn't.

Sara stood and left the room. When she returned carrying a small box, she saw that Gabby had woken and was now at the table eating silently. Sara sat beside her daughter, trying to ignore Grissom's presence, placing the box in front of Gabby before saying, "After they took you, I cried for days. I hadn't gotten a chance to see you because you were so small. About a month later I got a letter in the mail, it was from your parents. They wanted to see how I was doing, and they wanted to let me know that you were okay. Every month they sent me pictures of you and I would just cry, when you were six months old I asked them to stop, it was just too painful. When your first birthday rolled around, I locked myself in my dorm room, I missed all my classes that day. I wrote you a letter, and did so every year after that. I never wished that you weren't born, never, I loved you so much. As the years past, it got easier, I didn't cry as much. When I moved to Vegas, I thought I would be able to move on, but then I saw uncle Gil." Sara paused, giving her daughter and Gil time to really hear her words.

Gabby's small voice cut in. "What was so special about uncle Gil? Is he my daddy?" Gabby's voice was hopeful.

"No baby, he isn't, but I wish he was." Sara risked a glance in his direction, she saw so many things in his eyes. 'Does he wish he was Gabby's father?' She quickly shook the thought form her head. "Uncle Gil and I were in a relationship for a while, it was getting pretty serious. When he had to go home we swore we would talk everyday, and visit each other all the time, but then something bad happened to mommy. I didn't tell him, instead I pushed him away. I know that this is probably really hard for you to understand, I don't even understand all of it. Anyways, I want you to take this box, and every time things seem bad, I want you to read my letters, maybe then you'll see how much i love you, and know that everyday i am glad that you were born."

Gabby hugged her mom with everything she had. Sara cried, but they were tears of happiness.

Gil cleared his throat, "I need to go out for a minute." he didn't offer anymore of an explanation, he just turned and left.

He had to leave, he couldn't handle all the things Sara was saying. Did she still love him? Did she still want to have a family with him? He drove home in silence. Once he was inside he headed straight for his room. There was something he needed to do that he should have done a long time ago.