Gil Grissom sat down behind his desk just as Greg Sanders walked up. "Can I talk to you?" the young man asked.

Grissom blinked at him and replied, "Sure Greg."

Sanders closed the door behind him and sat down in a chair opposite Grissom. He folded his hands and hunched over, dangling his hands between his knees. "I know you wanna know what's up with Krystal and I," he stated.

"It would be nice."

Sanders sighed. "Well, I've been going to that McDonalds for a long time. Usually I don't go as often as I have been." He stopped and ran a hand through his short brown hair. "See, I went through drive through one night when she was there and got such great service for only a fry and a soda that I had to go back. I kept going every night before work just to see if she was there." He looked up at the man across the desk from him. "I didn't start hitting on her until July. I asked her out on a date and we decided it had to be breakfast. So after we went out, I sent her flowers. Just little things like that. I'd leave her cards on her car or candy at work. We'd go out for breakfast once a week. It's only been a semi-serious thing for about a month or so."

Grissom regarded the young analyst in front of him. After spending so much time listening to his antics, Grissom knew that he wasn't joking. "So you didn't know she was pregnant?"

Sanders sat straight up and stared at the CSI supervisor. "She was pregnant?"

"According to the coroner and the Clark County Health Center."

"How far along was she?"

"About six weeks. Was the baby yours?"

Sanders shook his head. "No. We hadn't even gone there. We'd only kissed a couple of times. I was hoping to make this a serious thing after her internship was over, if we lasted that long. I didn't want it to ruin her chances or anything."

"Was she seeing anyone before you?" Grissom inquired.

"Not that she mentioned. Her last boyfriend was over three years ago. They broke up because of school. At least that's what she told me."

"Greg, would mind if we ran your DNA?"

The lab technician knew this was coming. "Why?"

"You were the boyfriend. This way we can exclude you. You already have a rock solid alibi, but this will completely exclude you. I'll have the day people run it so the DA won't have a fit."

Sanders sighed, "All right."

"Greg, this case has us all shook up over it. It's hard when you lose someone who you were thinking would make a great addition to the team. It's even harder when you care about them. But we just have to press on with the evidence. The evidence is going to tell her story for us."

Sanders nodded and got up to leave. "Lemme know when you got someone I can compare DNA to. I know it'll help."

Grissom smiled faintly at the young lab rat as he walked out of the office. He knew Sanders wouldn't cry over this or show any emotion whatsoever, instead he would immerse himself in his work, trying to move on. Grissom then pulled the bag that contained Krystal's diary in it near him. He wanted to read what she had written, because he wasn't sure what she meant in the note. Slipping on his oval frame-lens reading glasses, he opened the notebook to the first page and began reading.