A/N: Yes! I am alive. Its just with school and exams and stuff, I have been sooooooooo busy. Well, I hope you enjoy my latest chapter. And for you who commented on my last chapter, well, I am not saying anything! But in time, it will all make sense. Trust me, I know all! Lol. Now, remember to review and make my day!

--Emily—

Disclaimer: Hello, me Own this? Hahaha. Yah right.


An few hours later, Sara sat at her kitchen table, pen and paper laid out in front of her. Fresh tears spilled down her face as she just stared at the blank paper. With shaky hands, she picked up the pen.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Stokes,

You don't know me, but I knew your son."

A teardrop fell, landing on the paper. Sara crumpled up the paper and discarded it in the trashcan. She pulled herself up and collapsed on her couch. She knew she needed to give the letter to Nicks parents. They deserved to know that they were going to be grandparents. Nick had once told her that his parents had recently been nagging him about being the only one of their children that had yet to settle down. Well, now here she was, carrying his child. But he would never be there to hold his child, to see his babies face.

The phones ring brought Sara out of her deep thoughts. She slowly picked it up.

"Hello." It was Grissom, calling to ask if she would be in for work that night. Sara thought about it for a moment before answering him.

"Yeah." She couldn't just sit here alone in the dark for the rest of her life. Plus, she just wanted to get her mind off Nick.

An hour later, Sara pulled into the parking lot of CSI. She made her way strait to the break room, where, much to her surprise Catherine already sat.

"Hey." She greeted. Catherine turned around and looked at her in surprise.

"Hey Sara, how are you doing?" Catherine was concerned about the younger woman. She couldn't imagine what Sara was going through.

"I'm managing." Sara said in all seriousness. She sat down beside Catherine and sighed. "What am I going to do? I don't think I can do this Catherine."

"Sara, you can make it. You have to, for you and the baby." She glanced down at Sara's abdomen and gave a small smile.

"I know. I tried to write to Nick's parents earlier. But, but I just couldn't do it."

"Hey." Warrick's voice was soft as he greeted the two women. He was followed by Grissom.

"Catherine, I think we might have something on our case." It was after he said this that he noticed Sara and Warrick. "Sara, Warrick, murder on the strip. Brass will meet you there." They promptly got up and left, leaving just Catherine and Grissom.

"So, what is this you have about our case?"

"The feds are wanting to get involved."

"WHAT?" Catherine looked at him in shock.

"Apparently, the killer was part of some large scale drug operation they believe. Now they are saying that they need to take care of the case." Grissom looked anything but pleased.

"Well, can we still help?"

"Evidence wise, yes."

"Well, in that case, lets get started."


Sara yawned as she walked through the lab halls. She didn't know why she was so tired tonight, but she just was.

"Sara!" She turned to see Greg motioning for her to come over to the DNA lab.

"Hey Greg."

"Hey. How are you doing, you know, with the baby?" Sara gave him a weak smile.

"I'm doing okay, I guess." She yawned again. "Hey, I have to get going. See you later." She turned and walked out. She didn't really need to go, but she was tired of people asking how she was doing.

Again she found herself driving the path to the graveyard. On her way there, she had stopped to buy some flowers for his grave. She hiked up to the stone tomb and sat next to it, just enjoying the simple peacefulness she got from being close to him. Well, as close as she would ever be again.


"Grissom! I think I have something." Catherine called from the other room in the small home Nick had died at. Grissom came over to her, excited to see what she had found.

"What is it?"

"A fingerprint and some blood splatter it looks like." Grissom gave her a small nod of approval as she took a sample.

"Do you have something?" Catherine and Grissom jumped at the sudden voice of the agent who had just come up behind them. Grissom turned, a scowl etched on his face.

"Yes" he said curtly. Catherine just glared at the man who had spooked them.

"You will inform us when you get new evidence, or do we need to constantly ask. Because this is a federal case, you don't know how big this thing is." Grissom's eyes flashed in anger.

"But what I do know is that a man, who I worked closely with for over 4 years, is dead. Leaving a pregnant girlfriend." The agent mentally cussed at this new information. Things might have just gotten a bit more complicated.


Sara opened the door to her apartment just in time to hear her answering machine start to pick up a call. She rushed over and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Sara." Sara cursed. Great, her parents. She took a ragged breath.

"Hi Mom."

"We heard about the death of that man and realized he worked at the same place you do. I am so sorry." Sara rolled her eyes.

"Yeah."

"Were you two friends?"

"Yeah, we worked together."

"I really am sorry." There was a pause before her mother spoke again.

"So, Sara, is there anyone special in your life, to help you get through it?" Sara felt like screaming at this comment. She clenched her fist together.

Through clenched teeth, she answered her mother. "There was, but he's dead." She thought a moment. Should she tell her parents she was having a baby? She decided to wait before telling them.

"Oh honey, I am so sorry. But listen, I have to go. I will call you soon. Love you."

"Whatever." Snapped Sara as she hung up the phone.


"Well, this is your new home James." Agent Todd sounded way to happy for the man known as James.

"We have you working as a police officer at the local Police department." Continued Agent Todd, oblivious to the fact that James was very annoyed with him. "And remember, remember..."

"Yeah, I know it." James interrupted. He glared at Agent Todd. "If you would leave now, I'd like to be alone." He didn't care if he sounded rude. There was no rule saying he had to be nice. As the man left, James looked around his new home.

He plopped down on the couch that was located in the living room and pulled out the one picture he had managed to keep. Tears formed in his eyes as he studied the small photograph, wishing this were all over.


A/N: and there you have it folks! My latest update. I hope you enjoyed. The next chapter might not be up for a while, due to school and horses. But, you never know! So, review!

--Emily--