A/N-I humbly beg forgiveness for the time between this update and the last. I can only say that school and work have been a bitch...or rather I'm its bitch. If you feel the need to throw sharp objects at me, I'll understand. I love you all for taking time to read this...and if you feel the desire to review I'll love you even more. I truly hope it doesn't dissapoint.

Sara left her physio therapist's office feeling distinctly that her shoulder hurt worse than an hour before. In her vehicle she checked her cell phone, inwardly groaning at her two missed call. Both from Catherine; and both, Sara was sure, concerning the same issue. Sara ignored the guilty twinge in her conscience and clipped her phone shut.

She pulled into a market nearby her apartment quickly purchasing cheese, pickles, and on a whim a chocolate cake. She was pregnant, moody, and feeling sexually frustrated, dammit. She deserved friggin' chocolate cake.

Pulling up to her apartment complex Sara grabbed her grocery bags and proceeded inside. After putting away the food and stroking Asha a 'hello', Sara sat on her couch flipping through a magazine determined to enjoy her night off. Ten minutes later she was alphabetizing her book shelf.

Half way through her grilled cheese, Sara was startled when someone knocked on her door loudly.

"Dammit Cath, couldn't you just…" Sara froze, the door halfway open. Her hand slipped from the handle.

Grissom stood before her. He looked tired and disheveled. What made her pause wasn't that he was there (though that was enough of a surprise on its own), but the raw fury that graced his features.

Grissom pushed his way into her apartment. Sara, who somehow lost the ability to speak, watched him enter and close the door behind him.

"What the hell is this?!"

'This' was a crumpled sheet of paper that he held up for Sara to see. A piece of paper she recognized at once.

"That," she began calmly, "is my notice of resignation."

Grissom's hands clenched, the resignation letter slightly crumpling. "How can you…?! What the hell Sara!" He harshly raked a hand through his short hair.

"I'm quitting." Sara said firmly.

"I won't allow it. I don't allow it." Grissom growled ripping the letter in half.

"You don't allow it?" Her voice was low, dangerous.

"No!"

Sara worked to keep her voice calm and steady, "You can't fight me on this, Grissom. I'm leaving. I'm moving back to San Francisco."

"The hell I can't fight you on this! I have every right to fight you on this!"

If Sara had been listening to his words clearly, she might have realized how odd his statement was, but in her heightened temper she was momentarily oblivious. "Too damn bad," she snapped. "You had your chance. I'm not playing this…game with you anymore. I'm leaving whether you like it or not."

Grissom visibly struggled to lower his anger. He breathed in deeply and let out a slow breath. "Sara, you can't leave."

Sara, unlike Grissom, didn't try to hold back her temper. She tossed her hands in the air in frustration. "Dammit Grissom, you don't own me! I am not yours to control."

Grissom watched her silently for a moment, her eyes were wide and dark; color stained her cheeks, her chest heaving. He ached to reach out and touch her. "No," he began carefully, "but part of that baby is mine." He gestured to her stomach.

Sara paled, "What," she licked her lips, finding her mouth suddenly dry, "what did you say?"

Grissom studied her seriously, "I know it's mine Sara."

Sara stepped back, farther into her apartment. Grissom stepped forward, determined to not let her escape. "I…I…" Sara mumbled incoherently, she hugged her arms to her body, subconsciously providing a shield for her unborn child. "Grissom…we…I told you…" she continued weakly.

Grissom growled in the back of his throat. He grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to stop moving. "Stop it, Sara. Stop lying."

She wouldn't look at him, but she stopped trying to move away. "I told you in the hospital…I thought you understood."

Grissom found himself sorely tempted to shake her, "Stop it, Sara. Stop lying, I know, okay? I know the truth." He continued, as though finally admitting it opened floodgates for what he'd forced himself to hold back, "I know you lied to me in the hospital. I didn't know right then…no, I was too shocked to comprehend anything else. All I understood was that you were having a baby, and you told me it wasn't mine. I never thought that you would…or that you could lie about something so important. I trusted what you told me. You ripped out my heart that day, Sara. I know, I know. I kept turning you down…turning you away. But you knew I loved you…and just even thinking you and some other man," He trailed off, swallowing heavily, "it's not fair to you. Believe me I know that. I'm usually so level-headed…but around you I just…sometimes reason and logic don't matter. So when you said you were pregnant with someone else, I didn't see through the lie as quickly as I would have usually."

During his speech Sara had lifted her eye to meet his, tears rolled down her cheeks. "H-how long…?"

Grissom lifted his hand as though to wipe away her tears, but he sighed letting his hand drop. "Since that day you met Samantha at the crime scene. The look on your face. I realized then what I'd been missing. I know you Sara. I know your facial expressions better than my own. What I saw on your face during the crime scene was exactly what I saw in the hospital room."

Sara kept her eyes on his but stepped away from him, feeling a desperate need for space. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"I was waiting for you to tell me. I knew you would in your own time. I couldn't…I still can't understand why you would lie to me in the first place…but I wanted you to tell me. It's been killing me…knowing but not telling you I knew." He trailed off, staring at her as though waiting for her to say something, when she only looked back at him mutely he sighed. He felt his anger seep out of him, "I suppose another reason is that somewhere I had been irrationally hoping that you hadn't held back of your own violation. But I can see now that clearly wasn't the case. Why did you lie, Sara?"

"You didn't want me. How could I expect you to want my baby?" She whispered.

Grissom stared at her, his eyes full of pain. He brought up his hands, cupping her face. Sara leaned into his touch, blinking back a fresh wave of tears. "Oh, Sara. Oh, honey. I wanted you. I wanted you too much."

"Past tense."

"You know I still want you."

Sara jerked away from his hands and stalked into her kitchen. She opened her fridge, swearing when she saw she'd forgotten to buy bottled water. Slamming the door shut she whirled to face Grissom who had followed her into the kitchen and was watching her silently. "I cannot deal with you right now."

"You can't leave Sara."

"I can't fucking stay."

Grissom cursed under his breath, and then before she could think, he pulled her to him. His lips pressed against hers. Sara moaned, her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer. The kiss was passionate and yearning, her mouth opened against his caress. As his tongue met hers she pushed him away. Both of them stared at each other, breathing heavily.

"This is why I have to go. You are constantly playing with my emotions. I can't take it anymore. You're so hot and cold…one moment you want me…the next I'm too much of an inconvenience."

"Sara…" He stepped forward reaching for her. Sara slapped his hand away.

"No. You can't do this to me anymore. Get the hell out of here."

Grissom didn't move, but Sara could see his eyes becoming cold and unreadable, his posture radiated anger. "Fine. I'll leave. But know this Sara; I'll fight you. I'll take you to court if you force this."

With that as parting words, he left, her front door slamming in his wake.

Sara stared at the spot he last stood for undeterminable minutes before she sank to the floor, her head in her hands.

tbc