A/N: You can't see me dancing around my room right now, but I am. First of all, I got spectacular reviews on my last chapter and I'm done with my last homework assignment for the year. I fly back to Seattle on Tuesday and I'll be staying with my aunt and the world will be grand because it's summer. I'll have more time to write AND THE WORLD WILL BE A BETTER PLACE.

As always, review, because I listen to what you guys say and I try to incorporate it into my story because I write for you guys!

Points to those who guessed who Lily was and who Stacy was. I can't tell you who Lily is, but yes, Stacy is the guide that Lily promised to Sara. No, Lily and Stacy are not the same person.

PS: No content in this chapter is meant to offend anyone. When I discuss the religion, it's strictly for the purposes of this story. It has no bearing on real life and I ask that you not freak out and be like, "CORINNA IS THE ANTICHRIST." Cuz I'm not or anything.

Chapter Four

They got dressed the next morning, neither able to look at each other. Grissom couldn't believe that he'd been so weak as to take advantage of Sara like that, and Sara felt stupid for pushing Grissom into something he obviously wasn't ready to handle.

Silently, Sara handed Grissom a piece of toast and a glass of water. The quiet pounded on Sara's ears more than any amount of screaming might.

Finally, Grissom spoke. "Sara, I'm so sorry that I took advantage of you last night. I never should have done that to you. You deserve so much better."

Sara did a double-take. "Take advantage of me? No, Grissom. I needed you. I needed to know that you were there and remember that not all men are like that." She took his hand. "Don't blame yourself for this, Grissom. You didn't do anything wrong."

"You weren't in your right mind." Grissom insisted. "You'd nearly been raped and I still had sex with you. What kind of person does that make me?"

Sara looked at him exasperatedly. "It makes you the kind of person who listened to what I said I needed and gave it to me, Grissom. Don't you get it? I only went out with Tony to get your attention! I love you, Grissom, and you're a damn fool for not being able to see it!" Sara clapped a hand to her mouth, realizing what she'd said. "Excuse me." She bolted into the bathroom.

The Sara that Grissom thought he knew had only known him for six weeks. Certainly not enough to fall in love with someone. The Sara that she was inside had known Grissom for over fifteen years. Plenty of time to fall in love with someone. Why on earth would you tell him something like that? Sara berated herself. You've done what you came here to do. He slept with you. That's got to be a sign of some sort.

"Sara?" Grissom tentatively tapped on the door.

Sara drew in a sharp breath. "Yeah. I'll be right out. I just realized I forgot something." She closed the cabinet loudly and flung the door open. "Uh, let's get to school."

"No, Sara. Not yet. You just told me you loved me. I don't think Ms. Shaffer will kill us if we're five minutes late to class."

"You never know." Sara tried to push past him.

"Sara."

"What?" Sara looked up at him, trying not to cry. Idiot! Her brain screamed at her. You've messed everything up!

"I'm sorry." He said, just loud enough for her to hear. "I am. It didn't come out right. I…I, uh…um…you too."

Sara half-smiled. That was as close as he would come to telling her that he loved her too.

"I can't explain it. I feel like I've known you for way longer than six weeks." He sighed morosely. "And I feel it too."

Sara wasn't sure about Grissom being so open. Was this just another moment when he'd open up to her, only to run as fast as he could in the other direction as soon as she accepted it? Sara nodded, nearly imperceptibly. "We should get to school." She whispered.

"Yeah." He let go of her arm and followed her to the front door.

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Stacy, Sara noticed, had become something of a best friend to her. Sara had never really had many girlfriends, and it was surprisingly nice to have someone to talk to.

Hey, I guess you got through to Grissom. He at least looks human today.

Sara twirled her pen around her index and middle finger before writing, yeah, I guess so.

Hmm…non-committal. What did you two talk about?

Nothing. Sara hastily scrawled. I yelled at him for being a jerk and he got over himself. Apparently, men are not as hard to understand as we think they are.

No, they're a lot harder. Stacy tossed Sara a wry grin. Well, whatever you did, make sure that you keep on doing it.

Sure, Stace. Whatever makes you happy.

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Grissom pushed open the door to his house. It sounded corny, but the color in the flowers his mother insisted upon keeping in the living room seemed more vibrant, the Vivaldi record playing in the background seemed smoother, richer, and simply more musical. In short, last night with Sara had been…wonderful. He couldn't think of a word perfect enough to describe it. Sara wanted him, he wanted Sara, and that was that.

Olivia Grissom opened the front door and stared at her son, who was openly admiring the camellias she'd purchased the day before. Gil didn't pretend to be a man's man, but he wasn't a sissy-boy either. He took pleasure in beautiful things, but never allowed himself to simply linger and stare.

"Gil." Olivia said in her lightly accented English. Since she'd lost her hearing as an adult, her speech was nearly normal, though somewhat muffled.

Mom. Grissom turned around and smiled at his mother. Welcome home. Olivia was proficient at lip-reading, but Grissom felt it was rude to ask her to do so when he was perfectly capable of signing.

What's wrong? Olivia narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Had her son gotten drunk? Olivia had never known Gil to dip into her wine, but stranger things had been known to happen.

Nothing's wrong. He shrugged. Just had a good day is all.

An eyebrow raised in his direction. Okay.

Grissom moved from the living room to his bedroom and laid down on his bed. Sara. He was content to think about her all night and day. She was amazing. And I'm on cloud nine. Grissom knew that he was sickeningly happy when he resorted to thoroughly unoriginal cliches. Nothing can go wrong now, not when we're so happy.

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Sara pulled the Mustang into the empty drive. Huh. Shannon and Dave aren't home yet. A spring in her step that hadn't been there 24 hours ago propelled Sara up the stairs and through the front door. She switched off the alarm and bounded up the stairs and into her room.

"Sara." Lily rose from the bed.

It wasn't merely Lily's expression, or the way that she uttered Sara's name with the last syllable dropping in anger, but rather the suffocating presence her ire created. Sara dropped her book bag on the ground and faced Lily.

"Lily."

"You changed things. You promised that you wouldn't change things. It's not your fault, but you've changed things nonetheless."

"What have I changed?" Sara was thoroughly bewildered.

Lily lifted her chin. "You don't know?"

"Not a clue."

"Sara, the world, contrary to Christian belief, is not run by one god. Rather a pantheon of them, as the Romans and Greeks believed. And some of them have what they consider to be a sense of humor. And delayed justice."

"Lily." Sara was beginning to get impatient. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"You're pregnant."

AN: Sorry for the really short chapter. I've been sick all day, but I was desperate to try and get this out, so here it is. I'll work on it tomorrow and hopefully get a much longer chapter up by the weekend. I'll try to get another chapter or two out by Sunday afternoon. I can't guarantee anything, but the more reviews you leave, the more I'll be motivated. (HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE SMACK SMACK) Also, I would like to know if you guys felt that I should've included the sex scene between Grissom and Sara since it was such an emotional thing for the two of them. If you want it, I can rewrite that chapter or do it flashback-style. You guys vote!