A FRESH BEGINNING.

DISCLAIMER I AM JUST BORROWING THE CHARACTERS AND UNFORTUNATELY DO NOT OWN THEM.

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It was a couple of weeks since Sara had been suspended and everything was slowly getting back to normal. Sara hadn't apologized to Catherine, but they were both civil to each other when they met. Grissom had been to visit Sara a couple of times a week while she was off, mainly to check that she was okay after telling him her life story. Their friendship was no where near what it had been when Sara first arrived in Vegas but it was getting better.

Sara was sat in the break room trying to summon the energy to go home. She, Greg and Grissom had just pulled a triple. Greg had left about ten minutes ago, who knew where Grissom had got to.

"Hey! I thought I said to go home," came his voice from the doorway.

Sara looked up "I am." She answered.

"Sara, you've been sitting there staring into space for the last five minutes." Grissom walked into the room and took a good look at Sara. "Honey, go home, you are tired."

"Mm…. I'm going." Sara started to stand up but her legs were shaking.

Grissom reached out to grab her.

"Sara, I'm driving you home now. You can barely stand up." He told her.

Sara started to open her mouth to argue but then she closed it. She was way too tired.

"Okay, let me get my stuff," she said.

They both walked to the locker room, Grissom's hand on Sara's back to support her. Sara opened her locker and grabbed her things.

"Come on, let's get out of here. We'll use my car, "Grissom told Sara as they walked out into the bright sunshine. He led the way over to his car and opened the passenger door for Sara.

Sara sat down and pulled her seat belt on. Before Grissom had walked around the car and got in himself, she was fast asleep. Grissom let himself take a long look at her while she slept. Sara looks so peaceful, he thought, it's good that we were friends again. He started the car and was soon on the way to Sara's apartment. Half hour later he pulled up outside. Grissom turned towards her.

"Sara honey, you're home," he said gently. There was no response, so he got out of the car and walked around to Sara's door. He quietly opened it and reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt.

"Sara, you're going to have to help me," he told her as he reached in and started to pick her up, "that's it, arms around my neck."

Sara wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into him. Grissom pushed the car door shut and quickly pressed the central locking button. He slowly made his way into the building, heading for the elevators, there was no way he was going to carry the tall brunette up four flights of stairs! He pressed the call button and waited for it to arrive. As he moved inside the elevator, Grissom felt Sara start to stir.

"Um Griss… why are you carrying me? You'll do your back in." came her quiet comment.

"You wouldn't wake up and I couldn't leave you in the car. Are you complaining?" he teased, as the elevator doors opened.

"No."

Grissom walked down the hallway, still carrying Sara. He stopped outside her apartment door.

"Sara, you need to open your door, I don't have a key."

"Oh okay, you'll have to put me down and I can get it out."

Grissom set Sara gently down but kept his arm around her. Sara reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out her keys to open the door. She staggered inside and dropped the keys down on the counter top. Grissom followed her in and shut the door behind him.

"Come on lets get you to bed." He said with a smile.

Sara turned to look at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Why Dr. Grissom I do believe we have been here before!" she said as she walked slowly down the hallway to her bedroom.

"Why Yes Ms Sidle, I do believe we have, but last time you were drunk, very drunk if I remember rightly." Grissom said as he followed her.

Sara paused in her bedroom doorway and gave him a half hearted glare.

"That was a long time ago," she told him, "Now come here and help me with my boots." Sara flopped down on her bed.

Grissom walked in and lifted her legs and pulled her boots off. He lifted the covers and helped Sara under them.

"Seven years, Four months and eighteen days, "he said quietly "and I was a perfect gentleman."

"More's the pity," came Sara's equally quiet reply. "Night Gil."

Grissom looked down at Sara and reached over and brushed some hair away from her face.

"Good night Sara, sleep well." He stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Grissom had a quick look by Sara's phone and picked up a piece of paper. He reached into his pocket for a pen and wrote a quick note.

Sara,

Call me, let's do Dinner.

Gil.

He placed it by the coffee machine where he knew she would see it. Grissom gave a small smile as he made his way out of the apartment. He made his way down stairs and back to his townhouse so he could get some sleep.

TBC.

AN this is a story on how Sara and Grissom got together in my other story A Not So Quiet Shift. I hope you enjoy it; if you do a review would be great thanks