Hey, sorry for the long wait for this chapter, I had left the story for so long that I had forgotten the storyline. I will be updating alot faster now that i'm back.

Walking up the stairs to her apartment, Grissom was still trying to get his thoughts in order. All he knew so far was that Sara had screamed that he had left a son behind all those years ago. He didn't know if this was true of if she was just trying to hurt him because she was angry with him. However he did know that she was going to be extremly pissed off with him when she opened the door.

All to soon he was knocking on her front door and only when she opened the door did he realise that he still had no clue as to what to say to her.

"Er, Hi, erm Sara." He stuttered as he took in her body language. Oh yeah he was in trouble...

"Grissom" Oh if looks could kill...

Grissom winced at her cold tone.

"Hi" Lame, Grissom, Lame

"What do you want Grissom?"

Sighing, Grissom replyed. "I think we need to talk Sara, may I come in?"

After a few seconds of silence Sara stepped back slightly, making room for him to pass her.

"What do you want to talk about Grissom?" She continued stonily, staying standing, making Grissom realise that she wanted this conversation over quickly.

"I think you know what about Sara."

"If I knew I wouldn't have asked." She snapped

"Fine, I want to talk about what you saud the other day."

"Oh, so you want to talk no do you? Grissom that 'conversation' took place nearly a week ago. If you really wanted to talk about it you would have come around alot sooner."

"Sara, i've been busy, and so have you. I haven't had chance to talk to you up until now."

"Oh yeah, too busy taking Sophia to dinner?"

"Sara" Closing his eyes briefly and feeling a migrane coming on he decided to just plough ahead. "Look is what you said true or did you just make it up?"

"M-make it up? Are you fucking kidding me? You really think I would make something like that up?" Sara said, on the verge of becoming hysterical.

"Well I don't know, hence the question, I mean I've never seen a child, you never speak of a son, there's definately not a child here, you live in a 1 bedroom apartment and your always at work. The evidence says there is no child." Grissom ploughed on, totally oblivious to how harsh he sounded, that is until he saw the tears in Saras eyes and replayed the last few seconds in his head. Oh damn...

Walking over to her bookcase, Sara reached up onto the top shelf and poulled out a thick photo album.

"Here" She said, shoving the album into his hands. "Now get out."

Too stuned to do anything else, Grissom allowed her to push him out of the door, only coming to when he heard the resounding thud of the door as it slammed shut behind him.

Looking down at the thick book in his hands he looked down at the bottom right hand corner. Upon the black leather, written in red were the words:

'Joshua Michael Sidle'

'2/12/98 - 20/11/99'