Ok, I said this at the end of the last chapter. If you didn't like the last chapter, don't read this one. There's a bit of depression that some people might find uncomfortable.

"Sara, am I a father?" Grissom asked again. Sara remained silent but turned to face him. Tears were still pouring down her face.

"Griss, it's difficult." Sara sobbed.

"How the hell is it difficult?" Grissom was shouting now. "If I'm your child's father I have a right to know!"

Sara could have slapped him "Being a parent isn't a right, it's a gift! Some people abuse that privilege like my dad did! You know what? I don't think I want to have his conversation with you right now. Tell me when you've lost the testosterone!" and she ran past him into her room, slamming the door behind her.

"Sara!" Grissom yelled. He chased after her and threw the door to her room open. Sara was curled into a ball on the floor near the bed, having collapsed in hysterics before she could lie down. Grissom immediately sat next to her and tried to put an arm around her but she shrugged it off.

"Leave me alone Grissom! I'm a jinx! It's better for you if I just leave!" she tried to get up but Grissom caught her wrist and pulled her to him so she was now sitting in his lap. "Let me go!" Sara shouted again and again, trying to wriggle free of Grissom's grip but he held on to her.

"Sara, you're not going anywhere. I want to help you. Tell me what's wrong, please." He whispered in her ear. She stopped wriggling and Grissom wrapped his arms around her and whispered words of comfort to her as she calmed down.

"You're not a father, Griss." Sara mumbled.

"What?" Grissom whispered.

"You're not a father." She repeated and began to cry again. "I miscarried Grissom. Our son died before he was even born. That bastard took him away! My own father killed our son!" she sobbed.

Grissom took a moment to absorb what he had just been told. He had had a child, a son. He had been a parent for a few glorious moments, and now it had been taken away from him. Sara was right, being a parent wasn't a right. Her father had proven that. All Grissom could do was hold Sara as she wept and his tears quickly followed hers.

When Sara awoke, it was to find herself and Grissom lying on the floor next to her bed. Grissom had his arms wrapped firmly around Sara's waist and they were facing each other. Her shirt was still wet as was his from both their tears. Sara thought back to the first, and last, night they had spent together. That was what had caused all this. No. It was her father's fault, not hers or Grissom's. Sara extricated herself from Grissom's embrace without waking him, wrote him a note and walked to the lab.

Grissom woke up a few hours later when his back suddenly protested to sleeping on the hard floor all night. He looked around the room for Sara, but found only a note on the pillow on the bed.

Grissom,

I've walked to the lab.

I'm going to finish the report on Warrick today, hopefully everyone should be able to talk to me about it, and then I'm going back home tonight. I'll see you later, unless you come into work. Your arms should be ok today, just don't burn them again.

Sara

He stared at the note for a few second. Then he scrunched it into a ball, threw it into the trash can near the bed and ran to his car and drove to work.

"Grissom!" the Sheriff called his name as he jogged past his office. Grissom poked his head around the door. He needed to find Sara before she left.

"Yes Sheriff?"

"When you see Sara Sidle tell her she did good work on the report on Warrick Brown and that case she was working with Catherine Willows. There's always a job open for her should she decide to return to Vegas." The Sheriff said, reading the report on Warrick and Catherine's report on Sara.

Grissom's heart stopped. "She's already finished the report? She's gone?" he whispered.

"Yeah, she left about ten minutes before you came in. I figured you already knew that."

Grissom sprinted out of the office and back into the car park. He nearly knocked Warrick over in his haste.

"Hey Griss, you know what's going on with my career? Or are you just bringing complete strangers all the time now to do internal investigations?" Warrick said, halting Grissom's progress.

"Get out of my way Warrick, we'll talk about this when I get back." Grissom growled.

"No Grissom." Warrick stepped in front of Grissom and put a hand on his shoulder "I want to talk about this now! I want to know what's going on!"

Grissom slapped Warrick's hand away and pushed roughly past him. "Believe me Warrick, so do I."

I know some, maybe all of you are disappointed that I chose the depressing road on this journey, but making Grissom and Sara's child turn up and surprise Grissom would have been WAY to predictable and I was going to go with either abortion or miscarriage, and I know a hell of a lot of people are dead set against abortion, hell so am I, so I chose the slightly more depressing option. I'm truly sorry if this chapter has offended anyone and you all have the right to vent at me. I promise that it gets better from here.