Sara awoke and padded into the living room. She sat on the sofa, recalling the events of the night before and the kiss. She also wondered how long she had been asleep before he had woken her by kissing her hand before kissing her properly. She wondered what he had been doing, somehow she knew that he had watched her for the most part of it. Glancing at the table she saw the items littering it in a peculiar order. 'Shit!' she thought, the item laying on top was the letter from the Munroe clinic and the leaflets about it. Including her copy of the letter she had filled in for them. Grissom must have seen them. He now knew, he hadn't said anything, but neither of them had said much after she had woken up. He also now knew that she had applied for it.

He must also have read the letter, saying that she had been accepted to continue with the process. This was before she had gone to see them, but he would soon put two and two together and work out that she had seen them if they were ringing up at work to speak to Catherine.

'Damn It!' She thought before glancing at the clock and dashing for the shower, hoping to get into work early to explain things to Grissom.

Her mind raced as she got into work. As she pulled up outside, her face fell, she noticed that the spot next to hers was empty, Grissom hand't come in yet. Looking across she noticed that Warrick wasn't there yet, and neither was Nick or Greg. Looking to the other side of her she noticed that Catherine was.

Heading inside she quickly dumped her coat in her locker before heading to the break room. In search of both Catherine and caffeine.

She found both in the break room. "Hey Cath" she greeted casually as she headed over to the coffee machine. She tried to conceal her nerves about both the phone call and facing Grissom.

Catherine seeing straight through her casual entrance came and stood next to her leaning against the worktop. She laid her hand on the younger womens hand and looking at her told her what had happened.

"Sara, it's fine, you can relax. I said you would be perfect, they did ask about your parents but I didn't know much about them, so I only said I didn't know but that I didn't think it would affect your parenting skills."

Sara made speechless by the kindness Catherine had spoken with and the conviction with which she said it, Sara wordlessly reached towards her and pulled her into a hug, and any remaining resentment between them was lost as Sara pulled back and Catherine placed a hand over her stomach.

"Just think" she whispered in awe, she had already gone through it and she now wanted to be there for Sara.

"Just think, you could have a baby in here soon."

"I know" Sara replied, equally awed, also placing her hand on her abdomen."

The button on the coffee machine clicked and so Sara went about making her coffee while Catherine went and sat down on the sofa.

Just as Catherine sat down, both of the ladies still smiling, Nick walked into the break room, yawning.

"Hey guys, you know you just got me thinking, maybe what Catherine was saying yesterday was right."

Sara still confused looked at Nick waiting for him to explain. "You know, about you two dating, 'cos you were just stood very close then. And you both seem pretty happy."

Catherine replied while Sara tried to stifle her laughter as she grabbed another mug and started making Nick a coffee.

"No such luck Nicky. But I promise that should anything happen in that direction you will be the first to know, other than us two obviously."

Nick laughed and sat down at the table, as Sara offered him the cup of coffee she had made him. He took it gratefully with a smile still on his face as she sat opposite him and picked up a forensics magazine from the table.

She flicked idly through the pages pretending to read it while she waited impatiently for Grissom to arrive, while at the same time dreading his arrival.

She still needed to talk to him to explain about the clinic to him. He obviously wasn't too upset about it as he had still kissed her after he had found out. Her cheeks coloured slightly as she remembered the kiss.

She also needed to know that it wasn't just a one time thing, that he would not just leave her and ignore her again now. She needed to know that their was hope there.

But him arriving also meant work, she had never really hated work, but she hated this case. She dreaded it more than talking to Grissom about the clinic.

She tried to force it from her mind until she was forced to confront it. Instead her mind found something to think about she had only just realised. If the kiss was more than just a kiss, if he was ready for more, and how she hoped he was, then did she still need to use the clinic. She had spent time trying to work out how to tell him, maybe she didn't need to explain it to him. Maybe she didn't need to have a stranger's child after all.

Maybe the baby she could have, could be the baby she had secretly wanted all along.

She could have Grissom's child, he could be the father of her child, and she could be the mother of his.

Her mind exalted at this and she forced her expression to remain neutral and not to grin like a fool at this happy thought.

She definitely needed to see Grissom, obviously she wouldn't ask him outright if she could have his kids, but she could get a feel about if they had a chance, and if they did she could then mention about not going to the clinic anymore.

Her thoughts drifted happily over the future she and Grissom could have, and all the fun they could have as they tried for kids.

Her fingers ached to touch his face again, her body ached to have hers and his pressed up against each other. She even found herself wondering what his beard would feel like against her cheek and whether it would tickle and why she hadn't felt it the first time.

Her mind still wandering she didn't notice as everyone gathered around the table as the very man she was contemplating started heading towards the room.

Everyone looked up and greeted him in their own ways as he entered the room,

"Hey Griss!" "Hi boss" A casual wave and a nod of acknowledgment. All except Sara, this was rare for Sara. None of them knew what she was contemplating and so what was taking up her attention as she idly flicked through the magazine still.

Everyone looked at her just because they were curious about what she was looking at or thinking about. Grissom eventually broke the silence and her concentration.

"Sara."

"Hi" she said back breathlessly, speechless at the sight of the man in front of her. She couldn't believe that just seeing him stood there now had that effect on her. As Grissom's eyes showed concern as he continued to look at her, her cheeks coloured slightly as she remembered some of the more graphic details she had just been imagining.

Grissom smiled slightly, "Right everyone, you still all have cases to go solve. So go on ... scoot. Sara I need to see you in my office."

With that everyone began dispersing to their various places, Sara followed Grissom down to his office. She stepped in and found him stood right in front of her as she turned after opening the door.

She heard his heavy breathing and noticed that the blinds were closed. After she saw his eyes however, they captivated her and she saw nothing but them. But she was aware of his proximity towards her and how her breathing had also increased in speed.

He slowly reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering as it touched her cheek. He licked his lips, and she found herself doing the same.

Slowly and almost hesitantly he leaned towards her. He caught her lips with his and began to kiss her, after feeling her respond, he grew more confident.

He slowly and leisurely kissed her and found himself getting caught up in the moment.

He pulled back reluctantly, slightly breathless just from his proximity to Sara. He forced himself to step away from her. He indicated the chair opposite his, and Sara taken aback at his sudden change sat down silently.

He walked around to his chair, he looked up at Sara and sighed. He didn't want to say what he had to say, he knew it would upset and hurt Sara and he didn't want to do that.

"Sara, that wasn't why I asked you to my office." He looked down so as not to have to look at her face as he said this. "I need to talk to you. I need to ask you something, and I'm sorry if this hurts you, that's not what I want to do. But I need to know. Whatever you say I still will want to see you and go out with you if you'll allow me. But I still need to know what you want to do. Sara, please, tell me."

He drew in a deep breath before continuing, not knowing how to phrase it. In the end he just said it outright. "I know about the Munroe clinic."