Sara slammed her door as she entered her apartment, 'Who was I kidding thinking that we still possibly had a chance after all. All he's done is ignore me all shift. He probably regrets what he did. Great! All I've done, is made everything worse. And just given myself another load of heartache.'

As she put all her papers and her case down next to her entrance table, her eyes caught sight of the information which had arrived in the post that morning. Her fingers itched to open it and read it straight away but she knew that if she did then she would never get herself anything else to eat.

Instead she walked into the kitchen, calmly sorted herself out a quick sandwich, turned on the TV and ate the sandwich and finished off the cup of coffee she had made while making her sandwich. She then had a quick shower and changed into a baggy T-shirt and some pyjama bottom shorts before curling up on the sofa with all the leaflets and forms.

After reading it all through twice, she leaned her head back into the cushions of the sofa and closed her eyes as her mind raced.

She did not doubt right now that she would make a good mother and she knew that she could cope with it financially at least for now. It turned out that her parents had had quite a large savings account despite their unhappiness. She had never used any of the money, trying to keep her mind away from the reason she had it. She had suddenly remembered it and was surprised to find how large it had grown, just left to gain interest since her parents had died.

It was only a fraction dented because of her mother's temporary placement in 'mental health care institution' and despite her former reluctance to use it she now found that it was the only way she could manage it.

Her eye's stayed closed as she raised her head up and it flopped over to rest her chin on her chest. Sighing she opened her eyes and stared at the papers in front of her.

She already knew that reading about it, agreeing to it and actually going through it were different things. She knew that her life would never be the same afterwards.

Her mind raced with all the possibilities, in the end she weighed it up and decided that the happiness and the rightness it would bring far out-weighed the disadvantages. After all if Catherine could do it, why couldn't she?

She reached over and pulled a pen from the table and a book to rest on. After reaching up to her hair, she quickly brushed it back with fingers, pulled it into a rough pony-tail, still slightly damp. She set her mind and reached to her side for the first paper and started to fill it in.

After filling in every sheet of paper, she stood up, her hair now dry, and sealed the envelope she had placed them all in.

Going back to her entrance table, she opened the drawer, drew out a stamp, licked the back of the stamp and stuck it to the front of the envelope. Placing it back on the table to be posted as she left for work, she headed back to the bedroom to sleep before she went back to work.

The next few days continued as they had before, her and Grissom virtually ignored each other, their case now closed, he had made her run a routine robbery with Warrick while he was becoming even more reclusive and speaking to everyone less and less as he ran another robbery solo.

The only difference was that Sara's day off came around, normally she went into work anyway and just did half a shift instead of a full one. This time she quickly informed Grissom that she would actually be taking her day off. This was virtually the only time they spoke to each other all week.

As she woke on her day off she stretched, sat up, pulled her hair into a quick pony-tail, made herself some breakfast and was just contemplating which room to start cleaning first when her phone began to ring.

She walked over to it, wondering who could be ringing her, she very rarely got calls anymore that weren't work-related unless everyone was off and she knew that everyone else was in today.

Confused she picked up the phone wondering who could be calling her.

"Hello?"

Hearing a voice reply, she almost dropped the phone.

"Grissom?"