"Catherine, I don't know what's wrong with me!" Sara moaned; Her face was still slightly covered in dirt, the only clear spots were from her eyes down her cheeks as she had been crying. She was clutching an ice bag to her ankle, which she had pulled toward her and had placed it in her lap.

"What do you mean sweetie? Nothing is wrong with you."

Sara scoffed.

"Yeah. I'm sitting here, all filthy, scared my only child is going to be stupid when she grows up! I can't stop crying; It's all falling apart…"

Catherine stroked Sara's arm, doing her best to calm her down.

She remembered going through something similar after Lindsay was born; But it had been because she had no money and no husband to help her raise their daughter.

"Sara, listen to me. It's going to be fine; Liz going to be smart. Hell, she already is! Everything is going to be fine," She soothed.

Sara sniffled quietly.

"Thanks Cath," She mumbled, pulling Catherine into a hug.

"Okay. Shall I send Gil in?" She asked.

Sara nodded.

Once Catherine had gone, Sara let out an exasperated sigh.

How could she have been so thick? She knew that Liz wasn't going to be stupid, after all she was Gil's child.

Gil entered cautiously.

"I'll get you some fresh clothes," He whispered, mostly to himself, and hurried over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of comfortable looking pants and a shirt.

"Thanks. I'm sorry about earlier," She whispered.

Gil gently pulled her shirt off and noticed her sigh in relief as the pressure of the shirt left her chest area.

"God, that feels so much better."

Gil chuckled as he slipped the clean, much looser shirt over her head.

"I do hope you can change your pants yourself?" He asked in an amused tone.

Sara looked mock-hurt but laughed.

"I think if you can pull the old ones off I can manage to get the new ones on."

Gil immediately rushed to the foot of the bed as Sara unbuttoned her pants; He ever so carefully pulled them off.

Sara winced as her injured ankle was wiggled around.

"I'm sorry, I tired to make it as painless as possible," He apologized.

Sara simply shook her head.

"No matter."

Gil was very surprised to see her slip her pants on faster than he had removed the old ones.

"Okay, now that that is done, where is Liz?" She inquired.

Gil hastily moved back up to the side of the bed but Sara once again shook her head in protest.

"No, I can make it out there!"

Gil's eyebrows shot up as Sara very slowly stood up from the bed.

As much of her weight as possible, he noticed, was on her good leg.

She hobbled toward the living room with him in hot pursuit; As she entered the living room, they both saw Greg was still moving about the room with Liz in his arms.

"Sara are you okay?" He asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the infant.

"Yeah, I'm fine. May I have her back?" She inquired, giggling slightly.

Greg looked reluctant for a moment and Sara noticed.

"You can come visit her, you know."

A smile crossed his freckled face and he waited for Sara to sit down on the couch before passing Liz to her.

"Hi, baby! Oh, missed you so much!" She cooed happily.

Catherine, Greg and Grissom all tiptoed to the door, leaving Sara still chatting gleefully with Liz.

"Here," He whispered, handing each of them thirty dollars.

Catherine opened her mouth to protest while Greg pocketed his money.

"No, Catherine. You babysat and for that you get paid. Now put the money in your purse. And have a pleasant evening," He added with a smile and returned to Sara and Liz.

While Greg and Catherine quietly left, Gil prepared a bottle for Liz.

Liz's happy coos made him look over at the two.

He found it amazing how fast a combination of Liz and Catherine's kind words had drastically changed Sara's mood.

She had gone from crying and having a breakdown to laughing and talking to Liz within a matter of minutes.

He pulled the bottle out of the microwave and strode over to the two.

"Ah, you read my mind," Sara smiled up at him.

After she had offered the bottle to Liz, she pulled Gil down onto the couch with her free hand.

"I really am sorry about earlier. I don't know what was wrong with me," She apologized.

Gil affectionately kissed her cheek, then moving to her mouth.

"It's fine," He mumbled between kissing and checking on Liz, who was below him in Sara's arms.

"But I think we should talk about the wedding."