A/N: Alright. I'm really actively going to try to get updates out faster and such. I hope you guys enjoyed last chapter's…revelation. (Kinda)

Chapter Five

Sara stood stock still, waiting for Lily to tell her that it was a horrible joke, that the cosmos were just being silly and that she wasn't actually pregnant.

Lily shook her head, as if reading Sara's thoughts. "It's not a joke. Right now, inside of you, there is a baby that is growing."

Sara finally began to react, her body shaking violently. She sat down on the bed, staring at her wall. She should've cried, she should've screamed, thrown things at the wall, and pleaded with Lily to let it not be true. Sara did nothing but stare relentlessly at the wall.

"It has to be fixed." Lily spoke softly. "You can't change anything, and a baby changes everything."

More silence.

"You have two options, Sara. We can take the baby and you can stay here for the rest of the nine months, or you can keep the baby and we'll have to return you to 2005. It's your choice."

"How do I pick?" Sara whispered brokenly. "How do I pick between the child that is mine and Grissom's – Grissom's – and being here with him. How do you pick between the person that you love, and something that is the result of that love?"

"I can't pick for you, Sara. I wish I could, but I can't."

"What if I decide to keep the baby and return to 2005, but Grissom and I don't end up getting together? Then I raise a baby by myself and Grissom will think I slept with another man and there go the chances of us getting together."

"What's the other scenario?" Lily asked reasonably.

"I give up the baby and stay here. Grissom and I are happy together and then when I go back to 2005, we'll hopefully get together, and maybe this baby will come back to us."

"Any other options?"

Sara nodded miserably. "I give up the baby to stay here and we don't end up getting together in the future. And it's all a waste."

Lily took Sara's hand, her wide blue eyes shining with sympathy. "Well give you a week to decide. Once you decide, you have two weeks to change your mind. After that, your fate is sealed. Choose wisely, Sara. And when you choose, just call for me."

Sara laid back on her bed. "Yeah."

"It'll work out, one way or another." Lily reassured her. "It has to."

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Grissom punched his pillow restlessly. Something wasn't right. The lights in the house were all off, the stove wasn't on, his spider was sitting peacefully in her cage, and the doors were locked. What the Hell was wrong?

Sara. His mind whispered. You want Sara here. That's what the Hell is wrong.

Bull. Grissom shot back, rolling over in his bed. I've spent seventeen years being fine without her. It's not like I expected us to start sleeping together nightly. That's not it.

Uh-huh. Admit it. You want Sara. Your mom isn't going to be able to hear you sneaking out. Just go over to Sara's. You know you want to.

Gil Grissom had not ever disobeyed his mother. As a result, he had no curfew, technically. It was understood that he was expected home by midnight on school nights and two am on weekends. Grissom checked his bedside clock. 12:30. Friday night. If I run, I can make it over to her house and we can hang out for half an hour before I have to go home.

Grissom threw off the sheets and jammed on a pair of pants. He yanked a sweatshirt over his muscular frame and slipped on his tennis shoes. He scribbled down a note for his mother, in case she woke up, and charged out the front door.

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Sara couldn't sleep. Do I give up the baby and stay here, where I know that at least for a little while, we'll be together? Or do I chance everything and go back home? What if I haven't made enough of an impression? What if Grissom doesn't want me when I get back to Vegas?

The bed creaked under her as she flipped over, facing the window by her bed.

Who was that beneath her window – Holy shit, was that Grissom? Sara threw up the window and shushed Grissom. Even if Shannon and Dave weren't home, the last thing Sara needed was for Grissom to wake the neighbors up.

I'll be right down. She mouthed, tying on her fluffy, terrycloth robe. Sara descended the stairs quickly and opened the front door. Hurriedly, Sara motioned Grissom inside. "What the Hell are you doing?" Sara hissed, ushering him into the living room. "It's after midnight."

"I had to see you." Grissom's cheeks were flushed. "Look, Sara. I've never felt this way about another girl. Ever. You make me absolutely, thoroughly crazy, and I love you." Grissom moved to kiss her, but Sara turned away.

No! Her brain screamed. Don't do this. You'll only get hurt worse! "Grissom, I'm so sorry." Tears started to well up in her eyes. "I've screwed this up so badly."

Grissom cupped her face in his hand, rubbing his thumb lovingly back and forth on her cheek. "How have you screwed this up? This is perfect. You're perfect."

"No." Sara whimpered. You can't tell him about the baby! Lily had instructed her not to say anything that might affect the outcome of history and telling Grissom that he was about to be a father at seventeen certainly changed the outcome of things. What if he never went to UCLA? Never became an entomologist?

The plan was that Sara would go back in time and make Grissom fall for her. Then she would go back to 2005 and he would have a vague recollection of being with her. He would never remember exact events, but he would know the feeling. It might come to him in dreams, but he would know it. Then, he would come to her and they would be together. That was the plan. Lily had thoroughly explained it. If Sara had just stuck to the plan, nothing would have gone wrong.

"Sara, what's this about?" Grissom whispered. "You know you can tell me."

"No." She whimpered again. "I can't do this. You have to leave."

"No, Sara. Not until you tell me what's wrong."

Finally Sara cried. She cried for herself, she cried for Grissom, and she cried for the unborn child growing inside of her that would have to deal with all this dysfunction when he or she grew up. She cried for all the pain she was going through just to be with Grissom.

Grissom pulled her closer while the tears streamed down her face. "I've got you, Sara. You're okay. Shh." He picked her up and walked into her bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed.

"I love you so much." The tears were running in hot, angry streaks down Sara's face now, and Grissom was bewildered.

"Shh, honey. I love you too." Grissom pushed her hair off of her face and held her close. "It's okay." He whispered over and over, chanting it like a mantra. "We'll get through whatever this is."

Grissom's sensitivity caused a new wave of tears to wash over Sara. She needed him. She wanted him. And she couldn't have him. Not anymore.

"Oh, Sara." Grissom laid down beside her. "Don't cry, honey. I'll fix it, whatever it is."

You can't fix it. She thought desperately. You can't fix it. I have to choose between staying here and having a baby. Your baby. Our baby.

Grissom continued to whisper in her ear, feeling pleased with himself as her sobs began to subside. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this after all.

It was inexplicable, whatever caused him to say what he said next. To blurt it out or to even think it.

"Marry me, Sara."