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Chapter Five: Decisions

Sara bit her lip, watching as the toddle circled the room once more, pausing near the small fridge. There was no immediate concern; surely he couldn't open it…right? They had been in here all of five minutes, and the child was obsessed with everything in sight.

First it had been the cabinets, the only luck that ran with her was the simple fact that crime lab did not keep much under the counters. Of course, the only thing he ended up getting a hold of was the sugar, that was now currently over the floor. Catherine had been nice enough to try and track down a vacuum.

"Lets not play with that," Sara muttered quietly, getting up quickly when she was proven wrong. Chase let out a short cry, stomping his foot as Sara closed the fridge door, pulling him away.

It had only taken a few seconds for Sara to realize the severity of the situation. Susan and Greg needed to talk, and their son certainly didn't need to be involved in it. Sara cringed at the thought, glancing at the young boy she held in her arms. The boy with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes sat easily in her hold, chewing on his fingers as he glanced around the room.

"You certainly look like Greg," she remarked quietly. "A lot smaller…and quieter…but you do look like him…"

She groaned as Chase suddenly shifted in her arms, wrapping his slobber-covered fingers around her neck as he whined quietly, asking to be put down.

"And you definitely act like him," she shook her head, placing the squirming toddler on the floor. He crawled the first few feet, before pushing himself up to a standing position, heading now for the open door. Sara was quick in catching him once again.

"Vacuum's locked up in the closet, and the cleaning crew won't be in for a few hours yet," Catherine explained tiredly as she came in. "How are you handling things?"

"Well," Sara said with a patient sigh, "I'll tell you one thing, if we all had four year olds, no one would ever need an exercise program."

The blonde laughed, glancing up at her. "Lindsey was the same way at that age."

"Really?" Sara breathed a sigh of relief, "and I thought there was something wrong with me."

Catherine only smiled, watching as the toddler managed to squirm out of the brunette's grasp, trotting around happily now. "Why would you say something like that?"

"I'm not very good with kids," Sara pointed out, collapsing onto the couch. For a brief moment she closed her eyes, before opening them again, remembering that she actually had to watch the small child.

"How do you know that unless you've actually been with them?" Catherine asked, pursing her lips as she continued. "I thought you did well with the last child case we worked. You took care of her what, for five hours without a problem?"

"She was sleeping then," Sara reminded her dully, "All I had to do was to make sure was that she didn't fall off the couch."

"Where's mommie?" Chase asked suddenly, sucking on three of his fingers as he glanced up at the two women.

"She's talking with a friend sweetie," Catherine told the small boy, moving over to pick him up.

He moved away, shaking his head with a shrill protest. "No!"

Catherine held her hands up as she moved away in slight surrender, "Alright, I won't pick you up. It's okay."

Scooting around her Chase moved back to where Sara sat on the couch, tugging on her sleeve as he held his arms out at her. "Pick up?"

Moving reluctantly Sara scooped the toddler up, cradling him in her lap. His tiny arms wrapped around her neck as he rested his head against her chest, closing his eyes with a soft sigh.

Sara looked towards Catherine, who raised an eyebrow, "And you dont think you're good with kids?"

The conversation was going anything but smoothly. Greg pressed a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes as he drew in a deep breath. He had a headache, and throat was starting to feel raw from all the tense arguing. He hadn't been yelling, not yet, but he was closely approaching that point.

Susan paced in front of him, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "You can't tell me no, you can't back out of this. He's your son, you have to help me, you have to help him."

"You can't just show up one day and dump all of this on me," Greg pointed out, looking up at her. "Five years Susan, five years. And you couldn't take one minute to tell me I had a son, one minute?"

"It's only been four years," she scolded him, "he's only four years old Greg. Besides, I was too busy trying to take care of the both of us. Do you honestly think I had any time to prepare for this?"

"You had nine months to prepare yourself," Greg cried, shifting in his place. "You had nine whole months to tell me, plus the four years that followed. It's close enough to five, don't sit there and play games with me."

"Forget it then," Susan shot back, coming to a stop, "Forget what's happened. Now we need to focus on the future. I can't raise Chase all by myself. I'm barely making ends meet now. Pretty soon here he's going to start school, and that's only to be more money. I tried, I tried taking care of him, but I just can't, not by myself."

"I want a DNA test done," Greg told her bitterly, "Just to make sure he is mine."

"Why?" she wondered, "because you aren't willing to help out a poor defenseless kid unless he belongs to you? Besides, you're the only I've been with Greg…who else could be the father?"

"I just want to make sure," Greg repeated himself quietly.

"It's because you don't believe me," Susan shook her head sadly. "After everything we went through together, do you honestly think I would lie to you about something like this? Or maybe you just don't want to deal with any of this. You want me to do agree to a DNA test, then have all your friends screw with the results so it'll say you're not the father."

"That's crazy," he moved to calm her down, noticing for the first time on how upset she was getting.

"You don't want it to be your problem. Well, I'll tell you what," she huffed, turning on him. "If you refuse to be with him you have to at least help support him, and if you don't I'll sue you, and you know I'll win…"

"Okay," Greg held his hands up, calming her down some. "I believe you," he nodded solemnly, "and I'll help. That doesn't change the fact that you've lied to me this entire time."

His voice changed, becoming quieter now. "I had a son…I had a son this entire time…don't you think that was at least a little important?"

"I didn't want to bring you into it," she whispered, fighting off the tears that were now threatening to fall. "But I'm so worn out, and I just can't keep it up. He needs a father, he deserves to know you. That's why I came out to Vegas…I came to find you. I was going to tell you that first night, but things happened," she nodded out towards the hallway to where Sara had gone.

"Then for a while I wasn't going to say anything…until today I realized I had to."

Greg nodded in understanding as he sunk back against the wall, letting out a small sigh. "What do we do now?"

"We need a place to stay," she muttered quietly, watching him. "Somewhere reasonable, of course."

"Where have you been staying these last few days?" Greg wondered.

"At a Day's Inn, off the strip. I'll find a place of my own when I can, but I wouldn't be able to pay for it on my own…"

"I have a spare room," Greg nodded towards her. "I'm using it as a storage area right now; it should only take me a few days to clean it up."

Susan smiled at him. "That would work wonderfully. You would be right there with us…"

Greg nodded solemnly, forcing a smile across his face. "We would…wouldn't we?"

Sara watched him as he sat down on the bench, a frown covering her face, her arms resting against her chest. "Let me get this straight," she cleared her throat, closing her eyes, "you're not getting a DNA test done….why?"

"I already know that he's my kid Sara," Greg explained wearily, resting his chin in his hands. "Susan and I dated in my last year in college. She dropped out of school, I went on to graduate. Everything lines up, down to the week even. I may not remember everything, but I do remember when it happened."

"You should still have a DNA test done," Sara argued quietly, taking a seat next to him. Susan and Chase had long ago left, leaving the ex-lab tech to fumble around, a feeble attempt to keep up with his work. Grissom had finally given him an order, more or less, to head on home. Sara had taken the moment to slip into the locker room after him.

"I wanted to," Greg agreed quietly, "but she freaked about it. I'd rather not deal with her when she's upset."

"It could mean she's hiding something," she pointed out, irritated when he shook his head. "You don't know unless you try."

"He's my kid," Greg told her firmly, "Testing would just be pointless."

Sara nodded, frowning still. "You're going to regret it one day," she told him quietly. "That's all I can say to you. I just hope you wise up before it's too late."

She left him there, ignoring his questioning look. She wanted to pity him, but at the same time was far too upset with him to even try. Greg knew that in any case, a DNA test was done, even when both individuals were positive of their relation. Keeping that in mind, how was this any different?

TBC