This is turning out a lot longer than I thought it would. Oh well, will still carry on.

Grissom's hands twitched as he stood at the head of the table in the break room sorting out assignments. Now that he and Sara had agreed to remain professional at work, that meant no touching, just in case anyone saw anything odd behind it and so that they didn't accidentally touch and not realise. They had spent all of the previous day with each other starting that morning at Sara's apartment and stayed with each other all day until the time had come that they had to leave the park so that they could still get to work on time. Even though the only time they had spent apart had been the drive to work where they had both come in their own cars so that no-one noticed either's lack of car, Grissom was still missing her touch.

The way her hand fitted perfectly in his as they were walking or sitting, the way her touch set his skin tingling whenever she caught his arm or touched his cheek. Anything. It also made him acutely aware of how much the rest of the team were allowed to touch her with no-one thinking anything of it. Nick handing over a file and catching her hand slightly. Warrick touching her shoulder to get her attention. Especially Catherine greeting her with a hug. It all made him even more aware that he was not allowed to touch her. The team had only all been in the break room for 5 minutes and Grissom was already slightly jealous of the rest of the team.

He clenched his fist under the table so that no-one could see him as he tried to stop himself reaching out to take her hand. He sat down and waited for everyone to quieten down so that he could give out the assignments he had just sorted. No-one said anything at the way he had just apparently accepted that Sara was back. Well that was everyone apart from Greg. Just after Grissom had finished giving out the assignments he decided to ask him.

"Hey Grissom. Question to ask you. I know you believe in each to their own personal space and don't butt into other people's private affair's an all that crap but we at least thought you would care about why Sara had gone or at least notice that she's back. You haven't said one word to her, she got a nod as you came in like the rest of us, but what kind of greeting is that for someone you l... know, who's just been gone?" He stumbled at the end and rushed the last bit when he realised he had almost said that Grissom loved Sara. They all knew it was true, only 3 of them knew that anything had happened, but none of them had ever mentioned it to Grissom, they had teased Sara but never seriously and never mentioned it to Grissom.

Grissom spoke through clenched teeth as he replied, trying to keep his temper. "Yes Greg, as you so eloquently put it I do believe in all the 'crap' and yes I do respect Sara's right to privacy. That would be why I didn't ask her to explain to all of us why she was gone, obviously as supervisor I will need to know slightly more which I have already found out. When she rang to inform me she was back and to give the 24-hour notice required before returning to work. And before you all ask no I don't know anymore than you do, I have put it down to personal reasons for Sara's time off and that is all I needed to know for the purposes of work. Now I'm sure you all have some work do to. So go do it. Now."

All of them filed out quietly Sara giving him a small smile as she went and Catherine staring at him in shock, it was very rare Grissom let his anger show, but he just had openly, she was slightly scared not knowing whether to congratulate him for showing emotion or to scold him for showing anger. It had been a simple question, albeit not well phrased, but still a simple question. Grissom just watched her as she left the room and as soon as her eyes were off him, his jumping immediately to Sara. She was still walking away, diplomatically fending off any questions put to her by everyone, smiling and blushing slightly as Catherine put her hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

He so much wanted to be there with her, to be able to whisper things in her ear like Catherine, to gently punch her on the arm in play like Warrick, to have her ruffle her hair like she did to Greg, to lightly touch her shoulder to get her attention. He so much wished to do all these things without it been thought odd, and without people thinking anything of it. 'Am I actually jealous of my team? Just because they can still touch Sara ad I now can't just to stop accidentally taking hold of her hand, or placing my hand on her back to get her attention. No, of course I'm not jealous of them. Never, no way. I'm not.' He watched as Warrick touched her shoulder in a final welcome back gesture before walking off with Nick to work on their case together. 'I am jealous. Damn it.'

Now seeing that Sara had headed off around the corner he finally thought he was safe to leave the break room and head back to his office without been forced to act normal round her. Nothing was ever going to be the same between them anymore. He knew that. They had made love, they had declared their love for each other and both now knew that despite everything that had happened and how unlovable they thought they were, they both knew that the other loved them and that nothing they did could alter that. He had been so intent on watching Sara as she walked away that he hadn't notice Catherine leave the group, pick up her kit and make her way back into the break room. Her greeting completely shocked him as he turned around to see her sat on the chair next to him.

"Hey."

"Jesus Catherine, you scared me then."

She simply smiled at him. "Anyway lover boy if you've done watching the love of your life, and done been jealous of your team, then I was thinking maybe we could go process that scene that we're meant to be working on together today. You know ... work." Grissom scowled at her.

"Hey, how did you know I was jealous of the team. You were still there when I realised." She smiled knowingly and annoyingly at him as she shrugged "Lucky guess."

Grissom sighed, knowing he had just admitted something to Catherine which he hadn't wanted to admit to himself, and Catherine knew it. He sighed, this was going to be a long shift.

Grissom was surprised at the amount of restraint Catherine was showing by not yet asking about him and Sara, there had been a few knowing glances if his thoughts strayed and a few comments, totally innocent to anyone listening outside who didn't know, but which took on a whole new meaning when referring to him and Sara. Grissom had even found himself blushing at a few of these comments and wondering just how much Sara had told Catherine. He knew that she knew about the pregnancy and that she knew that Sara had gone to the Munroe clinic. He knew that Catherine knew that him and Sara were together, and he suspected that she knew that they had slept together that night. But he did not know how much detail she had gone into if she had mentioned anything. He knew that Sara was a private person like him who never revealed much more than she had too (except with him) but Catherine knew exactly how to phrase questions, when to push and when to hold back, she always managed to get much more out of both of them than anyone else could. And he knew she always managed to read between the lines of what they said until she knew much more than either of them realised.

What he didn't know was that Catherine was just biding her time, waiting until the right moment in order to squeeze the most information out of him. It turned out she found her time as she was driving them both back to the lab after they had processed the scene, a good 45 minutes drive away from the lab. Not looking at him, knowing that in this small area he would only clam up if she looked at him.

"So Griss, what do you think about Sara?"

"I'm happy to have her back at work. She's a valuable member of the team."

"You know what I mean Griss about her pregnancy?"

"I think it's excellent as long as she's happy about it. And she does seem to be very happy about it. I may not agree with the method of conceiving but if it works for her then I'll support her all the way."

Catherine suppressed the laugh which threatened to burst from her. Grissom sighed thinking that she was laughing about how much he had revealed about meaning to again.

"I bet you enjoyed her method at the time." She muttered under her breath.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing Grissom. I was just wondering what you meant about the method she chose, I wanted to know why you don't agree with it." She asked carefully, was he referring to running away afterwards, or not waiting until marriage or after a few more dates or something.

"I know I'm meant to be a scientist and open to all ideas, and I accept it in principal, it just doesn't seem very Sara."

Catherine wrinkled her brow in puzzlement but remained quiet waiting for Grissom to continue. What he did say surprised her though.

"Do you know if she went through it alone?" Catherine tried to sidestep the question, still not knowing exactly what she meant.

"I think it's the kind of thing that's pretty hard to do by yourself."

"I don't mean the doctor in the actual room during the ... actual procedure, but I mean in the waiting room and beforehand and afterwards. Someone she could talk to, someone to hold her hand and tell her it was OK, that it would work and that she would have a beautiful baby to care for. To tell her that they loved her, that they would be there for her, and would love her no matter what she decided or what happened." Grissom said, trailing off quietly when he started making suggestions.

He sighed again, but this time not from annoyance at revealing more than he meant to, but in pain thinking that Sara had to go through it alone.

"I think you need to discuss this with Sara" she muttered back quietly before falling into silence.

The remainder of the journey a silent one as each were wrapped up in their own thoughts and didn't want to disturb the other anyway.

Sara not knowing that Catherine had just found out that she had not told Grissom as they had not arrived back yet had the same thing going through her mind anyway. Both were thinking how much she needed to tell Grissom that the baby was his.

'I know tonight, I will come him his favourite meal and get him a nice bottle of wine, and then tell him after that, when he is already relaxed and happy, and before it is too late to tell him.' She nodded as she decided on that course of action, gaining a confused look from Jacqui who was working the fingerprint Sara had found on her robbery for her. But she was use to Sara's little quirks and how she talked to herself and so said nothing and just continued searching the carrier she had brought in for any prints the machine ha uncovered.

'Having said that, I don't know for definite what his favourite meal is, maybe I ought to wait a few days and find out then I can go ahead and do what I planned to do before. It won't be too late by then. It will take 2 days tops. Maybe 3, 4 at a push. A week maximum, that should be fine, it won't be too late.'

She nodded to herself again and then started talking to Jacqui about the case as she found a print and began taking a copy to scan in to search with, unaware that she had slowly lengthened her time limit.

Catherine resolved to talk to Sara when she could, just to check that she was planning to tell Grissom before the child was born and before he noticed himself how similar him and the child seemed to look.

Grissom meanwhile was away with his thoughts not seeing the landscape they were passing anymore. His mind was away imagining his life if Sara stayed in it, proposing to her, marrying her, watching their child grow up. Taking their child to school, to see their friends, to whatever club they joined. Worrying about them as they grew up, trying to keep the safe and out of trouble both as a child and as a teenager. Growing old with Sara at the side of him. Making his happiest memories by her side, her been the source of all these happy memories. Helping her through the bad times and enjoying the good times with her. Becoming grandparents.

His life stretched out in front of himself and he longed for Sara and their child to be in it and be the centre of it. Now all he needed to do was convince Sara that she wanted the same thing.

He felt his heart grow suddenly cold, and all the colour drain out of his face as he stepped out of the car as it arrived at the CSI building. His thoughts grew sad. The fairy-tale was all well and good, but how could it happen. In it the child had been his and Sara's. He knew he would love it because it was half Sara but there would always be a part of him that regretted that it wasn't his child as well. That it wasn't the child of both him and Sara. And while he knew he wouldn't resent Sara of the child, he hoped he wouldn't resent the fact that Sara had wanted a stranger's child, even though she now could have had their child.

The future he had imagined seemed to bleaken slightly as he remembered that it wasn't his child. Sara would have told him if it had have been, and he wouldn't have doubted her. But because Sara hadn't disagreed when he had mentioned the Munroe clinic, he could only assume that she had gone there and regret the fact that she hadn't turned to him for the child she so desperately wanted instead.