A/N: This isn't as detailed as the first chapter, but I just want to get it going. It'll will get better I promise.
"I love you too Noah."
"Mom I need to ask you something."
"What?"
"Why don't you tell people about me? I mean I know it's easier not to have to explain the situation, but is there
another reason? Are you ashamed of me?" He rightfully wonders.
"No. Honestly I'm ashamed of leaving you. I've never been ashamed of you. You're the one thing in my life I did right."
"So you don't regret having me?"
"Absolutely not. I love you."
"I can see why dad wasn't someone you wanted me to live with. But I have to know what was your reasoning?"
"I never agreed to the way your father thought a child should be raised. I didn't want you to have to be perfect. And your dad isn't warm and fuzzy. I just didn't want you to get hurt. I also didn't want all the money to get to your head and make you someone you're not."
"I don't really remember dad being there a lot before he took me."
"I'm not going to lie to you, he was busy building up his company. He always loved you, but I just don't think his priorities were in the right order. But he did make an effort. He made sure he was at your really important milestones, like birthdays and Christmas."
"You guys have never gotten along so I don't see how you ever fell for each other in the first place."
"We thought the fighting was cute. And we thought we were in love, so were kinda of blind."
"What made you realize you didn't love him?"
"Well when I was pregnant with you we were still together, but I never really saw him. He was always busy, and I didn't really know what kind of a person he was..."
"So then after I was born..."
"I realized that I wasn't in love with him when he didn't come to the hospital when you were born because he
was 2 states away on business."
"Did he know?"
"Know what?"
"That I was being born."
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"A few days later he came to see you and I asked him how he wanted to raise you..."
"And that's when you realized you weren't in love?"
"That's when I realized that he wasn't the man I wanted to be with."
"So did you ever love him?"
"Yeah, but he was never around for me to love."
"So I'm the reason..."
"You're the reason I get out of bed every morning."
"But it's my fault."
"No it's your father's fault."
"Mom I don't want to live with him anymore. I never did."
"I know."
"I want to live with you."
"Tell that to your dad."
"I can't he's never around. I see him like 3 hours a week. He wouldn't even know if I moved to Alaska. And he
wouldn't care.
"I want you to live with me, but you have to tell your dad."
"What if he says no?"
"You can be emancipated."
"I guess. Mom I need you. I always have."
"Noah I've always been a call away."
"No you haven't. Dad wouldn't let me call you even though I was allowed."
"Oh."
A tall 40 year old man walks in. He has blonde hair and light brown eyes.
"Hi dad." Noah greets as his father walks toward him.
"Hi Noah, Sara."
"Hi Brian." Sara says in disgust.
"Dad I want to live with mom." Noah blurts out.
"Of course you do. Look I don't want..."
"Brian nobody cares what you want. My son needs me and he's going to have me. You're not going to keep him from me anymore. You've had him long enough. You've robbed us of enough memories. Let him go."
"Or what Sara? What are you going to do about it? Are you going to kill me?" Brian rages.
"I don't have to kill you to bring you to your knees." Sara exhales.
"Really?"
"Yeah. You seem to forget that I know things about you that could ruin you."
"So you're going to get our son back by black mailing me."
"If I have to."
"Sara take him. He's just like you. I tried to get him to play sports, but he was too busy studying for some stupid mensa test."
"Mensa?" Sara asks in astonishment.
"Yeah all he ever does is study. He acts just like you."
"Maybe he'd act more like you if you had been present the last 17 years." Sara shouts.
"Ha ha."
"Noah get your stuff lets go." Sara tranquilly expresses to her son.
That night Sara gets Noah situated, and savors her time with her son. It's about 12:30 in the morning and they're watching T.V. and eating Pizza when Sara gets a phone call.
"Hello?" Sara smiles as she speaks.
"Sara this is Grissom. I know you took the day off, but technically it's a different day. I really need you."
"Uh..." Sara mouths 'I have to go to work' to know he tells her it's ok, and she then puts the phone back up to her ear. "Sure, I'll be there in 5 minutes."
Noon: Sara is finishing up her case when Warrick comes into the break room, where Sara is getting a bottle of water.
"Hey Sara..." Warrick says as he approaches her.
"Yeah?" Sara looks up at him with a smile.
"You have a visitor in the lobby."
"Ok." As Sara heads to the lobby Catherine comes into the break room.
"You'll never guess who has a visitor." Warrick grins.
"Who?" Catherine rolls her eyes.
"Sara."
Catherine's eyes widen. "Who?"
"I don't know some blonde kid."
"A kid like 5?"
"No like 16 or 17."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah go see for yourself."
Catherine walks to the lobby where she sees Sara talking to the mysterious blonde kid. She overhears their conversation.
"Are you almost done with work?"
"Yeah why?" Sara smiles.
"I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite."
"Yeah give me about ten minutes."
"Ok. I'll just wait here."
"Ok." Sara agrees as she hugs him. "I'll see you in a few."
Sara walks her report to Grissom, and then goes to the locker room to get her stuff. Catherine manages to catch up with her.
"Who was that in the lobby?" Catherine probes.
"I don't know there are a lot of people in the lobby." Sara says trying to act dumb.
"The one you were talking to."
"Which one?"
"The blonde headed teenager."
"Oh."
"So who is he?" Catherine asks as they start down the hall.
"His name is Noah."
"Yeah but who is he?" Catherine repeats as they near the lobby.
"He's my son." Sara says as she steps into the lobby. Catherine stops dead in her tracks. She just watches Sara leave with the kid.
"Catherine?" Warrick asks.
"Huh?" Catherine murmurs as she turns around.
"Why are you standing in the middle of the hall way?"
"Because?"
"Because why?"
"She... She said..."
"Who said what?"
"Sara she said... that kid..."
"Yeah?"
"Sara has a son." Catherine manages to get out.