A/N: This is about half the length of the previous chapter, but I needed a good cliff-hanger so... Enjoy! Lynn

After composing himself he went looking for Sara in the breakroom. The only person he found there was Greg.

"Have you seen Sara?"

Greg swallowed his coffee.

"Just left, something about a guy named Ed Roman or something? She seemed upset."

"Ed Roman?" Grissom raised his eyebrows. He had never heard her mention that name. Grissom looked in the phone book, not sure what he was hoping to find.

"Ed Roman..." He mumbled to himself when he found what he was looking for. "Would she?" He turned around.

"Greg, I'll be gone for a while. Cell is off."

"Where you going?"

"Industrial Road." Grissom shortly answered before quickly walking to the parking lot.

He found her in a music store, softly strumming the strings of the guitar that was resting against her belly.

"I didn't know you played the guitar..."

"I don't." It came out harsh.

She was playing a song Grissom didn't recognize.

"You're good."

"Thank you." She didn't seem interested at all.

"What is this song called?"

"Leave me alone." She said.

"No we have to talk about this."

"The song is called 'Leave me alone'. It's by an Irish band called The Corrs."

"I see."

She stopped to look at him. "My father taught me how to play. He used to play every night and I simply watched him go at it. God forbid he was disturbed. Hell would break loose."

Grissom shivered.

"One night I asked him if he could teach me. He beat me for talking during his songs. But next day he started teaching me. When he died... I don't play anymore."

She stroked the chords once more, concentrating on the sounds she was producing. Grissom recognized the melody, it was a lullaby.

"Listen..." He said softly. "I didn't mean to upset you." He gestured at her stomach. "This just doesn't make it any easier for me."

"It should." Sara answered in a sad tone.

"I know it should, it just doesn't." Grissom sighed.

"But think about it Sara! I would be a terrible father. I'll push to hard, or I won't spend enough time with it."

"You'll be a great father. I remember how upset you were when you were working the Anderson case. When you found that baby?"

She had stopped playing again and looked at him.

"You love kids Grissom, I know that."

He stared at her blankly.

"What if I end up leaving like my father did?"

Sara could here the slight quiver in his voice, alerting him to the fact that this was an emotional issue.

"You told me a while ago that you don't think there is a murder-gene. I don't believe there is a leaving-gene, do you?"

Grissom just stared at his hands. After a while he spoke.

"This baby doesn't know me yet. It doesn't need me."

"What about me?" Sara had put the guitar down and had subconsiously crossed her armes in front of her chest.

"What do you mean?" Grissom asked.

"What if I need you?"

Sara immediately regretted the question. Grissom said he wasn't ready to change his life. Telling him she needed him wouldn't make matters easier.

"Need?" He managed.

"Well... There will be the matters of a nursery, sonograms and of course labor. I can't do that alone Grissom!"

"Maybe a friend could help you out?" His face had gone red and he could barely speak, the subject suffocating him.

"A friend could help me out!" Sara echoed. "I don't have any friends Grissom! You of all people should know that! I live to work! I don't have anything else! My father is dead, my mother is in a mental home! NOTHING GRISSOM!"

Sara broke down in tears. Grissom hated the fact that he had hurt her like this. He just couldn't be there with her. Not yet. He needed time.

"I'm sorry Sara." He whispered.

He walked to the exit to look back one more time at Sara, sitting there clutching her stomach with her arms crossed and her eyes closed, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry..."

TBC

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