"I need to tell you something," Sara stated, sitting beside Grissom on his couch, leaning against his side with her feet on the couch.

Grissom ran his hand soothingly along the length of her arm. "Sure, honey," Grissom said, continuing the repetitive motion on her arm.

Well, I better just tell him the truth; he'll take it better that way. "I didn't go to San Francisco," Sara admitted, "I took time off so I could stay in my apartment and think."

When Grissom didn't say anything, Sara continued her confessions. "I found out I was pregnant when they went to take x-rays of my arm the other day. I realized that I don't always take my birth control pills as religiously as I should, and they wanted to run a pregnancy test to make sure that I wasn't pregnant. Well, surprise, surprise, I was."

Sara pulled her arms tighter to her chest, trying to give herself a sense of security and push her demons out through her mouth. "All I could remember was you saying that you didn't want to have kids," Sara spoke, her voice breaking, "I could never take a life, so I was trying to figure out how I could let you go. I couldn't figure out a way."

Grissom pulled Sara closer to his body as a few of her tears started to fall. "I decided that I would tell you today after shift. If you decided that you couldn't deal with that, I thought that you would let me go, and then I wouldn't have to figure out a way to let you go," Sara babbled, upset that she had lied in the first place, and feeling confused about what they would do now.

Grissom turned Sara around in his arms and raised his hands to her cheeks. "You should have told me what you were feeling," Grissom stated, "You should have trusted me with the information instead of hiding it from me."

"Yes, I realize that now," Sara acknowledged, sniffling and trying to end her tears.

"Sara, I told you that I didn't need children. If the situation arose, I guess we'd take that a day at a time and figure things out together. I don't need children, but that doesn't make me adverse to the idea of children," Grissom clarified.

"Okay," Sara said, nodding.

Sara diverted her eyes and took a deep breath. Grissom dropped his hands from her face and patted her thigh. "I still want to make you breakfast," Sara spoke, trying to break the tension.

"No, you need to rest. We're going on vacation for a few days," Grissom decided, "that is if you agree."

"Where?" Sara asked, curious as to what he was suggesting.

"Marina Del Rey. There are some things that I want to share with you. It hurts me that you were scared, and you didn't feel that you could trust me. I think we need to spend some time together and rebuild some trust," Grissom detailed.

Sara nodded and dropped her head. Grissom carefully pulled her into his lap and kissed the top of her head. "We'll get through this," Grissom assured.

Sara wrapped her arms around Grissom's neck and rested her head on his shoulder. "I want to paint the bedroom tan," Sara whispered into his ear.

Grissom chuckled, kissed her cheek, and then pulled her back to peck her lips. By investing in each other instead of their individual ideologies, they would figure out a way to better communicate and trust in each other once again.

The End