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Summary: Grissom comforts Sara since she is haunted by the case they just wrapped up.

Spoilers: EMPTY EYES SPOILERS! DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED! You have been warned!

A/N: Sorry for any mistakes.


A tear trickled down Sara's cheek as she watched the news report. She saw the convicted killer walk without showing any emotion for his crime, even though people were screaming and crying at him.

Sara sensed a person enter the room, and her assumption was correct because the television turned off. She inhaled a familiar scent and saw Grissom's reflection in the blank television screen. He walked over to her and gently wiped a fresh tear away with his thumb. He then embraced her as sobs racked her body.

"Shh, honey it's okay," he whispered, trying to mollify her. "Come on, sweetheart, let's go home."

He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her to the car. He helped her in and then he got in. He lovingly took her hand in his before started the car. He looked at her before driving home.

The drive home was a deathly silence. He risked glances at her periodically, but she was always staring out the window.

He pulled into the driveway of their home fifteen minutes later. Sara quickly unbuckled her seat belt and jumped out of the car. She swiftly walked to the front door and unlocked it before bolting inside. Grissom ran after her and saw her heading towards the bedroom.

"Sara, wait!" he called.

She stopped and turned to look at him with tear-filled eyes.

"If you're gonna give me the 'You can't become emotionally involved' speech, go to hell!" she snapped. "I'm not in the mood!"

Grissom froze as he watched Sara continue her journey to the bedroom. He sighed as she slammed the door shut. He walked into the living room, laid down on the couch, and tried to fall asleep.

He finally succeeded in doing do, but was awaken by a loud cry. He jolted awake and rushed into Sara's room. She was thrashing around wildly in her sleep. She was drenched in sweat and was tangled in the sheets.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently touched her shoulder.

"Sara, honey, wake up, sweetheart," he whispered.

Her eyes shot open, and tears fell down her pale cheeks. She threw herself into Grissom's open arms and openly cried. He gently rocked her backward and forward while rubbing small circles on her back. He kissed the top of her head multiple times, trying to make her feel safe.

"I sorry, I so sorry!" she whispered, tears still pouring down her cheeks. "I don't want you to go to hell!"

"I know, honey," he murmured.

"That bastard didn't even care about his crime! He doesn't care that those women will never live the rest of their lives, he doesn't care that their families will grieve for them-"

"I know, Sara," he said gently, caressing her smooth cheek.

"And he doesn't care that I can't stop hearing Cammie's dying cries!" she whimpered.

Grissom's heart felt like it was wrenched out of his chest. He held her tightly and said, "Sweetheart, I know what you're going through, and nothing will make the memories stop. But you'll get through it...because I'll be right here."


A/N: This just came to me while in Study Hall when I was supposed to be doing my Math homework. Please review so I know if you liked it or hated it. Feel free to give me suggestions or criticism, because I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing.