A/N: It's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Yay for new chapters. This is also going to be the last chapter. Pleeeeeeease don't hate me for how I've ended it! And yes, I know it's a really short chapter, but it's the best I could do. This story is dying for me.

Chapter Twelve

"Now?" Sara nearly choked.

"Now. I'm ready, Sara. I want a family with you."

Sara put a hand over her belly. "Grissom, are you absolutely sure?"

"I'm absolutely one hundred percent positive." He snuggled next to her.

Sara stared at him for a moment more before she realized that there was only one answer she could give him.

"Yes."

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"I think I figured out a solution." Michelle told Emily and Lily. "Lily, you can go back to your time, but Sara and Gil will never remember anything that's happened in these past few months, or you can let things go on as they have, but you'd have to…not exist."

"Not exist?" Lily leaned forward. "I thought you said I'd just go live with Gil and Sara."

"Can't happen." Michelle shook her head. "It won't work. The world is out of balance. So you'd either have to die, which would cause the baby Sara is carrying right now to die. She'd get pregnant again later with the baby that's actually supposed to be you. Or, you can go back to where we were three months ago and hope everything works out."

Lily gaped at Michelle. "How long do I have to decide?"

"Twenty-four hours."

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"Sara." Warrick and Nick practically tackled her, dragging her into the break room. "So we got this letter from you, and it had this funny little photo in it, with this strange little picture that you said was of your daughter?"

Sara nodded. "Her name is Lily Grissom."

"Grissom as in reclusive bug man Grissom?"

Sara nodded again. "Yep. And we're getting married."

Warrick and Nick tossed a quick glance at each other. "Um, how long has this been going on?" Nick questioned.

"Three months, give or take." She put a hand over her stomach. "I'm really happy, guys."

"As long as you're happy." Warrick and Nick wrapped Sara in a bear hug. "We demand to be allowed to spoil that kid rotten."

"Of course." She grinned. "I can't imagine it any other way."

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"Did you make your decision?" Michelle paced in front of Lily.

Lily nodded. "I can't make my mom and dad lose a child. I just can't. They got together eventually in the first place. Maybe the cosmos won't screw it up this time. I'm going to have things go back the way they were."

"You're positive?" Michelle asked. "Once we do this, we can't undo it."

"I'm sure." Lily teared up. "This is how it's got to be."

"Okay." Michelle sighed. "Let's do this thing."

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Sara rolled over and punched her pillow in frustration. Yet another sleepless night. Another night without Grissom in her bed. He'd never been there, but she could always imagine how it would be. His clean masculine scent would permeate her sheets and the bed would be warmer. She'd sleep longer, her legs intertwined with his, his arms holding her tight, as though he couldn't let go. Her grip would be equally tight, not wanting to let him out of her sights for a moment.

Sara stared at her belly. Would there someday be a child in there? Would she ever have children? And more importantly, would they be Grissom's children? She didn't know.

Another sigh and Sara was out of bed. Maybe a hot glass of tea would calm her down.

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Grissom sat bolt upright, awakening from his dream. What a strange dream, too. He and Sara had been having a child together, a girl named Lily. And they'd been getting married. These dreams had been occurring a lot more lately.

Maybe they mean something. His brain taunted him. Grissom grabbed a beer from his fridge. Maybe you're supposed to be with Sara. Ever had those dreams about another woman? Those nice, domestic, family dreams about any other woman? Teri Miller? Lady Heather? No? Only Sara? Interesting.

Grissom sighed and glanced at the clock on his kitchen wall. 6:00 in the evening. She'd probably be awake by now. Grissom picked up his portable phone.

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Sara finished the glass of tea, allowing the warmth to swill through her as she stared at her kitchenette. Why did she do this any more? Why did she stay in Vegas, with all the sleepless nights, with all the dreams of wondering, of longing?

She was startled by her phone ringing. "Hello?" She answered.

"Sara?" Grissom's voice came over the line.

"Grissom?"

"Hey."

"Hey." Sara was thoroughly confused now. "Is there a case? Where do you need me?"

Where do I need her? What a loaded question. Grissom fidgeted with the phone. "Here. I need you here, with me, Sara. I can't get you out of my mind. And…I don't want to any more. So, maybe we could go out for dinner some time?"

Sara's jaw nearly dropped. "Out for dinner…like a date?"

"Yeah." Grissom shifted uncomfortably. "Like a date."

Sara nodded and then realized Grissom couldn't see her. "Yes. I would love to go out on a date with you."

"Great." Grissom was starting to panic, Sara could tell. "So, we'll finalize the details tonight at work?"

"Yeah. Sure." They hung up and Sara slumped against her fridge. A date. With Grissom. Who knew? Maybe that dream of the little baby girl named Lily wasn't that farfetched.

A/N: So, that's it. The last of Like Cinderella. I hope you guys enjoyed the ride!