She lays in her bed completely naked except for the sheet over top of her. She takes a quick look at the clock. He stares at her, and smiles.

"Gil..."

"Yeah?" he asks.

"You should get going."

"Cath..." he starts to protest.

She cuts him off, "Lindsey will be home in no time."

"Ok," he agrees.

She watches him as he climbs out of bed and begins gathering his clothing. He stops in the doorway and turns to face her.

"I love you," he declares.

She says nothing.

He continues, "I'd really like to stay."

"I know," she answers.

"You should have told me," he tells her.

"I know, but things aren't always so simple."

"I know," he nods.

"I denied the both of you a relationship, and I'll always regret that."

"You did what you thought was best," he tells her.

"No, I did it because I was being selfish."

Across town Sara's T.V. is on. She lay's on the couch with Hank, half asleep. He jumps of the couch and runs to the door, barking once. She jumps, and opens her eyes. She wanders to the door, and takes a peak out the peephole. She opens the door and lets him in.

"What are you doing here?" she asks him.

"I have some things that I need to take care of."

"I'm really glad that you came because I need to talk to you," she tells him as she moves in for a hug. He hugs her for a few moments and then lets go of her. He comes in and shuts the door behind him. He scratches Hank on the top of the head, "How have you been boy?" he asks. Of course Hank doesn't respond.

"Sara we need to talk," he informs her.

"Ok," she agrees, moving toward the couch. They each take seats. He sits in an armchair, and she sits on the couch. They sit in silence for a few moments.

"Why are you all the way over there?"

"Sara..."

"Gil can I go first?"

"Of course," he nods being his usual courteous self.

"I wasn't entirely honest about why I wanted to come back."

"Ok," he nods waiting for an elaboration.

"I do miss it here, as much as I never thought I would."

"Yes you told me this."

"I just... I thought that it would be safer if I came back."

"Safer?"

"Yeah. There are hospitals, and phones here. There aren't hospitals or phones in the jungle."

"There are hospitals and phones in Costa Rica."

"But not anywhere close to where we were."

"Were you afraid that you'd get injured?"

"What? No."

"I don't understand."

"I just feel safer knowing that there are hospitals nearby when I need them."

"Am I missing something?"

"Yes, are you paying attention?"

"Sara I'm sort of distracted."

"Oh, maybe you should go first, so that you'll understand what I have to tell you."

"No you should go first."

"The first day I was back I went to the doctor."

"Is something wrong? Are you sick?"

"No Gris I'm fine."

"I'm not sure that I understand."

"I just went as a precaution."

"As a precaution?"

"Just to make sure that everything is ok."

"So you went to the doctor so that he could tell you that everything is ok with you?"

"No."

"That's what you just said," he points out.

"I just wanted to make sure before I told you."

"Told me what? Sara I'm not following you at all."

"Gil I'm pregnant."

He says nothing to her. He just stares at her in horror not entirely sure what to say.

"I didn't know how you were going to react. At first I thought that I should wait to tell you, but then after I went to the doctor and he told me that everything is alright I couldn't wait to tell you."

He says nothing.

"Please say something? Look if you aren't ready to be..."

"I'm just not sure what to say," he admits.

"You don't want to have a baby?"

"I didn't say that. I'd love to have a baby."

"But?"

He doesn't say anything. Instead he stares at Hank, hoping the dog can help him out.

"What did you want to talk about?" Sara asks.

"I don't think that now is the best time," he admits.

"You can tell me."

"I don't want to upset you."

"I'm fine," she assures him.

"I have a daughter," he answers her.

"What?"

"I've got a daughter."

"You have a daughter?"

"Yes," he nods.

"You're sure?"

"Yes of course I am."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just found out," he tells her.

"When?"

"Yesterday," he admits.

"How old is she?"

"Twenty six."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes," he nods.

"She's twenty six and you're just now finding out about her?"

"Yes," he nods.

"How do you know that she's yours?"

He pulls a picture out of his pocket. It's a Polaroid that a researcher had snapped of them the day before. He hands it to Sara, "Her name is McKenzie."

"When is this from?" she questions staring at the picture.

"Yesterday."

"You met her yesterday?"

"Yes," he answers.

"And it was the first you knew about her?"

"Uh huh."

Sara carefully stares at the picture. There was no way anyone could argue that the girl didn't belong to Gil Grissom. She had the same hair, it was a different color, but it was the same texture. She had his big blue eyes, and his lips. She even had the same smile. Sara hands the picture back to her husband.

"So why are you just now finding about her?"

"Her mom didn't tell either of us."

"So she didn't know that you were her father?"

"No."

"And you didn't know that you had a daughter?"

"No. If I did I wouldn't have hidden it from you."

"So why didn't her mother tell you about her?"

"It's complicated."

"Simplify it."

"We weren't in a relationship."

"Oh," she nods, "So why did she tell her now?"

"Because she was headed to Costa Rica to immunize children."

"And?"

"I don't know Catherine's reasoning. I don't understand most of what she does," he slips.

"Her mother's name is Catherine?"

"Uh huh," he nods.

"What did you say your daughter's name is?"

"Her name is McKenzie."

"McKenzie what?"

"McKenzie Preston," he answers.

"So her mom's name is Catherine Preston?"

"No. McKenzie is married," he answers.