Sara looked up at Grissom and saw how much Tate looked like him. Everyday she would look in Tate's eyes and see Grissom and it always made her want to cry.
"Yes, she is your daughter" Sara answered. Grissom smiled. A small tear dropped from his face. He rose from the recliner and sat next to Sara on the couch.
"Why did you leave?" Sara asked. Grissom looked down at his hands and then back at Sara.
"Sara, I left because I heard about Tate and didn't know what to do so I thought that if I took some time away I would be able to come back and figure things out" Grissom told her. Sara that stunned.
"Wait, how did you know about Tate?" Sara asked Grissom still stunned at what he had just told her.
"Brass, told me and then I figured that it was mine so I had to leave to clear my head and figure things out" Grissom said as he saw Sara look away.
"Why did come back after almost 4 years and decide that you could pick up where you left off?" Sara asked raising her voice a little more now. Grissom stared hard at Sara and knew she was upset.
"Sara, listen to me Tate's nickname is Tater tot right but Brass calls her something else" Grissom began to explain when Sara whispered.
"Butterfly" Grissom smiled at her.
"Do you know why Brass call her that?" he asked.
"Yeah, because that was her first word" she informed him.
"Yes, but do you know why she calls her teddy bear Mr. Grissom the Bugman?" he asked her.
"No" Sara said shaking her head.
"She saw a picture of me on Brass's wall and pointed it out to Brass and he told her who I was just not that I am her father" Grissom began to explain but was interrupted by the soft voice of Tate. Grissom and Sara turned their attention towards the stairs and saw Tate standing there with her teddy in her arms.
"Tate, sweetie. What's wrong?" Sara asked getting up from the couch and picking up her daughter. Tate snuggled next to Sara.
"Tate do you remember Mr. Grissom?" Sara asked her daughter who was smiling at Grissom.
"Yeah" she replied. Tate turned her body around and looked into her mother's eyes.
"Mommy, is Mr. Grissom my daddy?" Sara thought she felt her blood run cold. She froze not able to say anything.
