Hey heres the next part. If anyones interested that is.

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Grissom didn't reply. She felt her heart jump into her throat, had he already guessed, had he figured her out. Did he hate her for it.She didn't want to know.

"I…I have to go. I'm sorry. I…" She stood up and quickly left, nearly running into Brass on her way through.

"Woah where's the fire." Brass's comment went unanswered. He watched herwalk around the corner.

"She ok?" He asked Grissom.

"I…" Grissom shrugged, his words trailed off.

She pushed the key into the lock on her apartment door and turned it. Nothing happened, no click. She jiggled the key, it wouldn't budge.

"Dammit!" She yelled and banged against the door with her palm. Ok, ok relax, she told herself, reaching out and turning the key gently, the door opened with a satisfying click.

Entering her apartment, Sara walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer. She lent against her kitchen bench, she had to call her. Hard phone calls were not her strong point. Hell, phone calls were not her strong point. She picked up her phone and dialled the number from memory. The phone at the other end of the line rang.

"Hello." A young voice answered, Sara's heart stopped for a moment.

"Hello?" The voice asked again.

"Uh, hi…umm, is your mom home sweetie?"

"Hold on" and with that the child was gone, Sara heard a muffled voice call out, "Mommy, There's somebody on the phone, for you." then footsteps,

"Hello."

"Claire, hi, uh it's Sara." There was a deafening silence for a moment.

"What do you want?" Claire spoke quietly.

"I wanted, I don't know, I think I just wanted to apologise."

"Are you still using?"

"No, I'm, I'm clean." She looked down at the unopened beer in her hand. God had she just switchedfrom drugs to alcohol. She pushed it away.It was the last thing she needed. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have called. I'll let you go I…"

"No." Claire interrupted. "I'm glad you called, I need to talk to you about something."

"What's that?"

"Joey. He uh he's really sick." Claire's voice cracked as she spoke. "I want to bring him to see you if, if your ok." Sara could barely speak.

"Are you sure you wanna do that?"

"No, not really, but I think I needto. He askes about you." Sara hadn't even been sure that he would remember her. In truth, she had hoped that he wouldn't.

" Ah sure." They spoke for a few more minutes, but only to work out details. She couldn't believe it. She had thought that if she'd ignored it for long enough it'd go away. She was wrong.

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