A/N: Thought that I would upload this for all of you. This has been sitting in my computer since I wrote this story years ago. It will be the final chap. I'm trying to complete all of my stories. R&R.

the scene:

"Where did you go yesterday?" Grissom asks.

"Something came up,"

"I need to talk to you after your shift,"

"Ok," Sara agrees reluctantly.

After her shift Sara goes into Grissom's office to talk to him.

"What's up?" Sara asks.

"Is there something going on?"

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Is there something you aren't telling me?"

"Yeah,"

"What?"

"I have a son,"

"Excuse me?"

"I have a son his name is Noah,"

"You have a little boy? Why don't I know about this?"

"I don't have a little boy,"

"Sara you just told me that you have a son,"

"I do, but he isn't a little boy. He's seventeen,"

"You have a seventeen year old son?"

"Yes,"

"Again why didn't I know about him?"

"Because when I left California I decided not to bring him back into the equation because it would just make it harder for the both of us,"

"Where was he?"

"He lived with his dad since I left California,"

"Why?"

"Because his dad has money. When we got divorced there was nothing I could do to keep my son. I wanted to just run away with him, and never look back. You know just start over, but I wouldn't do that to him. I thought his dad could provide everything he needed. Great schools, and only the best opportunities. I forgot that he needed love. His dad was always a little bit cold. Actually really cold,"

"So you've been married?"

"Yeah,"

"How long were you married?"

"Nine years,"

"You were married for nine years and have a kid?"

"Uh huh,"

"Anything else I need to know?"

"I know that you don't understand why I want to take it so slow, but I think that you should. It isn't your fault. I love you. I just have difficulty getting into any type of a committed relationship with anyone because of Brian,"

"Who?"

"My ex-husband,"

"What happened?"

"It was never a really stable marriage. I got married to him because I was young and I thought that I was in love, and he got married because I was pregnant. He was a business man first, a drunk second, a father third and a husband last. We never saw eye to eye. Not ever. He always made sure I knew his point of view though. Even if it meant he'd have to beat it into me,"

"He abused you?"

"Yeah,"

"Is that why you left?"

"Partly. I realized I didn't love him anymore, and I was tired of being beaten into submission. The last straw was when he pushed me down the stairs,"

"He pushed you down the stairs?"

"It wasn't the first time. It was just different that time,"

"Why?"

"Because of the baby," she tells him on the brink of tears.

"Baby?"

"Yeah I was five and a half months pregnant when he pushed me down the stairs. I lost the baby. I'd probably still be with him if that hadn't happened. The only reason I stayed was because of Noah,"

"I knew you back then. I mean I kind of knew you. Why didn't you ever mention Noah then?"

"Because I thought that to protect Noah I'd keep work separate from my home life,"

"The black eye. You said that you fell. That was..."

"Uh huh. People got suspicious after a while. I couldn't make up a new excuse every time,"

"So do I get to meet him?"

"Noah?"

"Yes Noah,"

"I think that you should meet him. You'd like him," she tells him.

"Yeah ok, I'll meet him,"

"Why don't you come to my place after work?"

"Yeah ok,"

Grissom get's to Sara's a few minutes before six. He takes a deep breath and then knocks on the door. A six foot teen boy comes to the door.

"Hi," Grissom says as he looks the boy over.

"Hi I'm Noah, and you must be Mr. Grissom," he introduces himself and extends a hand to shake.

"Hi Noah. You can just call me Gil," he replies as the young man firmly shakes his hand.

"Come on in, mom should be home in a minute," he informs Gil.

They sit down on the couch.

"So I hear you're an entomologist," Noah starts.

"Uh huh,"

"There was a nice colony of Camponotus pennsylvanicus living in the kitchen, but most of them are gone now, the exterminator visited today,"

"Your mother just doesn't share a passion for insects,"

"No. I think that they're interesting, in the classroom. But I can't stand living with them. Carpenter Ants just make me mad actually, I have a very hard time appreciating them."

"They can be frustrating,"

"So what insect do you enjoy the most?" Noah probes.

"Probably the Vanessa cardui,"

"Yeah a painted lady is interesting but I found a Heliconius melpomene when I went to Brazil a few summers ago,"

"You found a postman butterfly?"

"Uh huh. Luckily... well not luckily, unfortunately, but luckily for me it was dead but in perfect condition. I've got it with me. It's a good luck charm,"

"Wow. May I see it?" he asks.

"Sure," Noah goes and gets the butterfly.

"An absolutely perfect specimen of Heliconius melpomene," Gil says while studying the insect. Sara walks in quietly during the conversation and sneaks up on Gil.

"Bugs?" Sara says.

"Yep," Gil nods.

They have some nice conversation, and a nice dinner. Around eight thirty Noah's cell rings. After a brief conversation he hangs up and goes over to his mother.

"Hey mom,"

"Yeah?"

"Is it ok if I go out with my friend?"

"Who?"

"Shad he's in town too and he wants me to come over and hang out with him tonight,"

"You're still friends with that kid?" Sara asks.

"Yep,"

"Sure, just call me if you need anything,"

"I'm glad you said yes because he's on his way here," Noah grins.

"When don't I say yes?"

"Almost never," he admits.

He grabs some stuff and goes out of the apartment. Three seconds later he comes back in

"Sorry almost forgot," he kisses Sara on the cheek. "Love you mom."

"Behave,"

"You too," he warns her.

She sits on the couch next to Grissom for a few minutes before she says anything.

"I..." she stops.

"Yes?"

"What did you think?"

"He's a great kid Sara,"

"I know,"

"You did a great job with him,"

"No I didn't. I abandoned him. He raised himself,"

"I'm sure that isn't true,"

"I'm pretty sure that it is,"

"It doesn't matter he's a great kid,"

"Gil..."

"What?"

"Never mind,"

"Just spit it out Sara,"

"You like kids right?"

"I just told you that I like Noah. If I had a son I'd hope that he'd be as good of a kid as Noah is,"

"It's funny you said that,"

"Why?"

"Never mind, it's not important, yet,"

"Sara what aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing it's not important. It can wait. I would have already told you but I don't want to spring too much on you at once. I mean I just told you that I have a son, so it can wait,"

"Or you could just get everything off your chest at once,"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yeah,"

"Do you want kids?"

"Why? Do you I mean... I guess I thought that since you had one... do you want another kid? Is that what you're saying?"

"No that's not it,"

"Then why do you want to know? Sara you know that I'd never make you do anything that you didn't want to. You've got Noah and if you're happy with that then so am I,"

"Gil I know you wouldn't but..."

"But what?"

"Just answer the question. Do you want kids?"

"If it were to happen that would be great, but if it didn't it wouldn't bother me at all,"

"Ok, good,"

"Why are you asking me this Sara?"

"Um... because..."

"Because what?"

"Gil I'm pregnant,"