Grissom leaned in the doorway of his bedroom while Sara undressed, giving her the space that she needed. When she pulled off her jeans, he got a glimpse of her bruised legs. "Does that hurt?" Grissom asked, pointing to an especially large bruise that adorned her knee.

Sara shrugged her shoulders and continued undressing. "A little," she replied, intent upon getting into bed as quickly as possible so she could relax.

"Did you take anything for the pain?"

"Prescription from the hospital. It's supposed to keep my wrist from throbbing," Sara said halfheartedly, trying to deflect the subject and continue with her plan.

"Can I get you anything?" Grissom questioned, feeling helpless as to how to be of assistance given her current mood.

"Grissom, I need…" Sara stated, then paused.

To talk? To explain? "Pajamas would be nice," Sara decided, "you know where they are."

Grissom retrieved them and handed them to her. After she changed, he tucked her into bed. "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, I'm fine. You should head off to work so you're not late."

"Sara…"

"Really, Griss, everything will be fine here," Sara assured, "go, go off to work. I'll be here waiting for you when you get home."

"Can you try and get some sleep?"

"Sure, I'll try. Maybe I'll be successful for once."

Grissom smiled and leaned down to give her a brief kiss. Looking into her eyes, he stated, "If you need anything, anything at all, call me, please. Remember, you're number one – I can be here in a moment's notice."

"Grissom, don't worry; I'm just going to be laying here. Go."

"Well, I know when I'm not wanted," Grissom joked.

Sara gave him a small smile, and they shared another brief kiss. "I love you, honey," Grissom spoke, happy that she was indeed safe.

"I love you too, Griss," Sara whispered, and watched him retreat from the bedroom.

After hearing a few more sounds from around the house, she heard Grissom leave the house and close and lock the door behind him. Sara recalled a phrase Grissom had uttered long ago; "I don't know what to do about this."

"Boss, you running kind of late today?" Greg teased when Grissom came into view.

Grissom looked down at his watch and shook his head. "I've still got ten minutes, Greg, and I got called in earlier today. Why are you waiting outside of my office?" Grissom asked, puzzled by Greg's presence.

"I've got the results from your bug case, hand delivered from Mia," Greg explained, holding up the folder in his hands.

"Greg, you're already a CSI I; you didn't have to get these for me," Grissom stated, questioning his motives.

"Griss, I was going through the lab, and I picked them up for you; that's it. There doesn't always have to be some ulterior motive behind someone's behavior."

"Is there?"

"Is there what?"

"An ulterior motive?"

"No!" Greg exclaimed, handing over the file.

"Thanks Greg. I'll meet you in the break room in five," Grissom spoke, opening and entering his office.

"Anytime, Boss," Greg spoke and took off for the break room.

Ulterior motives, huh? What brought that on?

Three months. Twelve weeks. Eight weeks to decide, not that I'd ever choose that way out, but eight weeks if I were to choose that avenue of the law. Twenty-eight weeks until I add to the population. I can't do that. Grissom doesn't want to be a parent; it was hard enough for him to accept me into his life. If I had taken the pills on schedule, I wouldn't be in this position in the first place. Turning over in bed, Sara pulled a pillow to her chest, trying to push her very real problems out of her mind. If I don't think about it, I won't have to worry about it. If I don't tell him, he won't know. Sara clung to her irrational thoughts and eventually found temporary solace in sleep.