Sara wiped her eyes as she sat up from Catherine shoulder. She had never cried that much, she only cried about things involving her family and even then she only cried slightly and never onto anyones shoulder. She always cried by herself, she had never cried on anyones shoulder before least of all at work.

Catherine slowly took her hand and under her gentle questioning, Sara told her what had happened and accidentally let slip about thinking about having a child. She quickly tried to cover it up bit Catherine still caught it and questioned her about it, until Sara eventually gave in and told her everything.

"You know that case I worked on the other week?" After receiving a nod from the older woman she carried on, "Well you also remember how I told you that I knew something was missing from my life, oh ages ago? Well I worked out what it is."

Then with a very direct look at the other CSI she said, "Cath, I want a baby. I know no-one thinks that I'm the maternal sort, and in all honesty neither did I until recently. It's not like I'm looking for a husband or even a partner. And definitely not a one-night stand or just a random person. But I still want a baby."

Catherine, still holding Sara's hand squeezed it and asked, "But honey, if you don't want just a random person and you're not asking for or looking for a partner, I'm sure you could do it, but how are you gonna get pregnant? I mean I know you could adopt, but I don't see you adopting, not for your first. And I mean I know your a scientist, but I still don't see you taking the, aah ... scientific root. I mean you, IVF or a sperm donor? No way.! She finished with a slight laugh. Sara's cheeks grew pinker and she looked down at her lap, not saying anything.

Sara instantly let go of Sara's hand as she pushed herself up off the floor to stand up.

"Sara, you can't tell me that your thinking of using a sperm donor?" Sara gave a very slight nod, barely noticeable unless you were watching from a sign from her.

Still staring down at her, Cath continued talking to her, "Sara, I know its accepted and everything, and I'm sure you could cope as a single parent, I mean baby-sitting's a bugger to arrange but other than that you could probably do it. But you of all people Sara."

Sara, feeling her anger rising also stood up so that she was actually taller than the woman she was facing. Her voice low with concentration at not losing her temper, she said, "Actually Cath, Yes I am considering. I have no desire for a husband or for my baby to have a father, they will have plenty of uncles here. And for your information the information arrived just before I came to work and intend to read it all and fill in all the forms as soon as I get home from work. No matter what you think Cathrine, I have thought about this a lot, and this is what I want." She finished, a hand subconsciously splayed over her abdomen.

She turned away from the blond until she heard her mutter quietly, "What about Grissom?"

Sara just ignored the question and walked out of the bathroom, her mind still racing, that was the one thing she really didn't want to face. The rest she knew that if she approached them logically she could answer the majority of them. She didn't know what to think about Grissom should she tell him? What would he think? Would he just push her away even more? How would he look at her, knowing that she chose to have the baby of someone she didn't even know? Would this destroy any chance they still had? Did they still have a chance? If they did, would he be reluctant for fear of hurting the child as well as Sara? Why was she even worrying about what he thought?

Still striding angrily she walked straight past the break room, straight past Grissom's office and into the locker room. She roughly pulled her jacket off, shoved it into her locker, slammed the locker door shut, punched the door and then carried on her unstoppable course to DNA and then onto Trace.

Grissom spotted her angry course as she went past his office. He wanted to go up to her, wrap his arms around her, hold her close, tell her it was OK, tell her he would always be there, have her head rest on his shoulder as he spoke words of comfort in her ear, entwine his fingers in her hair, feel the warmth of her against him, kiss the top of her head in order to reassure her, just to be there for her without fear of rejection, or reprimand, or fear of anyone else seeing.

He wanted it so badly that he was already at the door, his hand on the handle, ready to pull it open and go to her, that he didn't even realise he had done it. He was already at the door before he even thought about it. He leaned against the door, pulling his glasses off and squeezing the bridge of his nose. Sighing, he resolved to return to his desk, he knew that she wouldn't want to see him now, and that by trying to move things forward he had only pushed things further back. He sat in his chair and scolded himself for acting without thinking. He resolved to ask her out properly, dinner, candles, waiters, no crime scene, no people from the lab. A proper date, with just him and Sara. Still mentally beating himself up and reminding himself that she wouldn't want to see him right now, he tried to resolve his thoughts into some kind of order so that he could still work.

Sara stormed into DNA, without even a friendly greeting she immediately spoke quickly quietly and angrily at Greg, "My results."

Greg, spotting and recognising all the warning signs that he needed to get out of the way soon quickly muttered under his breath, still not looking at her, stumbling over his words and beginning to stutter, "Oh er, S-s-sorry Sara, they haven't f-finished processing yet, t-t-they top of the list though."

"Good. I'll be back in an hour."

She then carried on towards Trace, Greg staring after her hoping against hope that Hodges had some good results for her.

"Hodges. My results, the cloth, the knife."

Hodges immediately jumped, almost spilling the chemical he was working with, seeing the look in Sara's eyes he immediately grabbed her printouts and handed them to her.

"The, er, cloth had nothing, it's with Greg for DNA. The dagger had prints, Jacqui had already processed them and I have just given you the results there. The cloth around the dagger had hair in it, had a skin tag, that's also with Greg and I did manage to get some interesting trace off of it. And that's shown in this print-out here." He finished smugly, flourishing another piece of paper, looking startled as Sara ripped it from his hand.

"Thank You Hodges. Tell Greg to page me as soon as he's got his results, I'm off to go share these with Grissom." She almost snarled out the last word. Hodges immediately responded,

"Hey I'm no-ones messenger, you want Greg to page you, go tell him yourself."

He was silent at Sara's fierce glare, more dangerous than any dagger or weapon either of them had ever processed. He quickly muttered something about telling Greg what she had said before scurrying off to go find Greg.

Sara eyed him like a snake watching a scurrying insect until footsteps brought her back to reality, seeing Catherine she immediately turned on her heel and went straight to Grissom's office, her anger renewed by seeing the very person who had caused her to question the man she loved so much. The woman who had let her cry on her shoulder and in an instant with one question taken all that comfort away. Eye's narrowed she strode purposefully down the corridor. Totally blanking Greg as she passed him in the hall.

Bursting open the door to Grissom's office she saw him sat calmly behind his desk watching her. She strode in laid the papers down on the desk told him unemotionally, "Jacqui got print's, our suspect held the knife, still waiting on Greg for DNA, get Brass to round him up, we need to ask him some more questions."

With that she walked out of the room. The anger previously written on her face now replaced with utter confusion.

Not at the results but at Grissom. Not the way he had simply sat there and taken her anger without saying a word, not the way he had immediately picked up the phone without even looking at the results. Partly the trust he had in her still to get it right, but mainly at the look in his eyes.

She had looked at him, and even though she knew he was probably annoyed at her and how she had slighted him. His eye's still held love in them, it had appeared as soon as he had seen her. She know recognised it for what it was having seen it only a short while before in the car. She was astounded at how after what she had done, the main emotion he showed and felt for her was love. And she realised that his love for her, was actually deeper than her love of him, something she had thought impossible to match or to beat. The amount of love shown there still confusing her mind as she walked outside for some fresh air.

Her mind now turned from anger and fear to happiness,

'I can't believe,' she thought, 'Gil Grissom actually loves me. Maybe we still have a shot after all.'