A/N: Thanks for the kind reviews on the last chapter. It was really hard to write otherwise it would've been longer.
Rated M for some naughty words.
"Sara!" Grissom shouted when he arrived back at his townhouse. "Sara, are you here?" he ran into the spare bedroom she had been occupying, only to find Sara in the midst of packing her bags.
"What do you want Grissom?" Sara sniffed "I told you I was going to finish the report on Warrick and then go home."
"Why Sara?" Grissom asked. Getting no answer from her, he rounded the bed and snapped her suitcase shut and swept it onto the floor. "Dammit Sara! We still need to talk! You cant just run off!" he shouted.
"I need to!" Sara cried "I need to be with William!"
"Who the hell is William? Why is he more important than 'us'? We still need to talk about what happened!" Grissom shouted.
"Griss," Sara pleaded, "you don't understand."
"You're damn right I don't understand!" Grissom yelled. "A few hours ago you told me that I was a father and my son was cruelly taken away, and now you're running back to your boyfriend?"
"I told you, William is not my boyfriend!" Sara was shouting now.
"Ok then, your fuck-buddy! What difference does it make?"
Sara slapped Grissom so hard across the face that he nearly fell over. He stared at her in shock, his jaw gaping. Sara gasped and backed away from him covering her mouth with her hands.
"Oh my God, oh my God!" she mumbled as she turned away from Grissom. "I can't believe I just did that! I'm turning into my parents!" she picked up the suitcase and started to shove her clothes back into it.
Grissom was still in shock and just stood watching Sara. "Sara…" he croaked finally.
"I'm sorry Grissom," Sara began to cry again "I'm so sorry. I better get out of here before I end up killing you."
Grissom walked to her and halted her actions by grabbing her hands. "Sara, stop please." She dropped the clothes and turned to Grissom. There was a slightly red mark where her hand had made contact with his cheek. Sara brought her hand to caress his bruised face and she sobbed into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Grissom, I didn't mean to hit you, I just saw red." She sobbed. Grissom wrapped his arms around her as she cried.
"It's ok Sara, shh, it's ok. You are not turning into your parents, believe me. Violent behaviour is not attributed to genetics. I provoked you, I'm sorry."
"I need to go Griss." Sara extracted herself from his arms and turned back to her bags. "I need to go back to Frisco. It's William." Sara waited for Grissom to explode again, but he didn't.
"Sara, I'm sorry about what I've said, but can you please tell me who William is?" he said calmly.
Facing Grissom, Sara offered him a weak smile and wiped her tears away. "William…is my father."
Grissom stared at her. "Your father? But when we first met you told me your father was called James, your mother was called Laura and your brother was called Jake. What's going on Sara?"
Sara sighed "After my father beat the crap out of me that last time, the child services finally got involved and I was taken into foster care. I went to dozens of homes but I never stayed long at any of them. They said I wasn't worth the trouble. I never made any effort to get adopted or fostered. The last home I was at, I made friends with a girl called Natalie (1) but we both got separated, she went to some local house with a load of other kids and I went to William Granger and his wife Claire. They were so nice. William seemed to understand what I had gone through, almost as if it had happened to him before. They adopted me when I was 14. William, Claire and Jake got me through it all. After what happened to me, Jake came back and set up home in Frisco. He joined the SFPD when I was 19 and died two and a half years later in a gang war." Sara smiled sadly at the memory of her brother. "Although he was never there when my dad was beating me up, he said the reason he joined the marines was so that he could stop my dad from hurting me and my mom. He used to write me letters, which I never got because my dad would rip them up in front of me. But when I met William, my life changed for the better. He got me to talk to councillors and therapists about what had happened and he listened to all my problems when I was growing up with him and Claire. They listened when I had my first crush, the first time I got dumped, everything. Then Claire died about 4 years ago. William was crushed. I think he's dying of a broken heart, they'd been married for 56 years. Now he's dying Griss, he's been there for me so much throughout my life, I need to be there for him now. To say goodbye."
Grissom felt like a 2x4 had hit him over the head. He had taken this so far out of proportion and for no reason. He had been jealous over a man he had never met and had just assumed was a love interest of Sara's. He had never expected this to happen. Sara was distraught and he hadn't made it any better. If this I how Sara had expected him to act no wonder she never told him she was pregnant.
"What time's your flight?" Grissom asked.
"1 o'clock this afternoon. How am I going to cope with this Griss? William has been the best person in my life for nearly 20 years."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
Sara looked at him. She could tell by his eyes that he wasn't asking just to be kind. "You don't have to Griss, but it would be nice. I think I might be able to handle it if you came." His eyes showed her that he was truly sorry and that he wanted to make it up to her. She caressed his cheek again where she had struck him. He winced. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have hit you."
"I'm fine Sara, I'm tougher than I look." He placed his hand over hers and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. They gravitated closer together, but Grissom's cell ringing broke them apart. "Grissom." Grissom answered as Sara got up and finished packing her suitcase. "Oh, yeah hi Cath. Yeah I know I shouldn't have done that. No, I know, listen, I need to take some personal time off. I don't know, about two weeks. The reason?" he looked up at Sara who had her back to him. "It's a family matter."
OMG was this hard to write! I know I only updated about two days ago but I haven't stopped writing since! This is the hardest fic I have ever written!!! I mean look at the time! It's 2:30 am!!! You know what to do, hit the little 'Go' button and tell me if you love it or hate it so far!
(1) Guess who! She won't come into it anymore, I just thought I'd slip her in.