Comfy Cozy
TITLE: Comfy Cozy
AUTHOR: jenbachand
PAIRING: Grissom/Sara
RATING: General
SUMMARY: Sara finds comfort in something unexpected.
DISCLAIMER: I made no money from the writing of this fic.
NOTES: For microgirl who requested Sara and the shirt of Doom:) A little edited from the original posting, but not anything noticeable. Set after being released from the hospital, but before Sara returns to work.

Sara really didn't like the fuzziness in her head when she took painkillers, so when her body started to ache at three in the morning, she opted to wrap up her cast in plastic and take a hot bath. Times like these, she was so very glad they had opted for a spa tub. The twinge in her shoulder started to subside just as her skin started to wrinkle, so she flipped the drain with her toes and waited on the water to empty from the tub. She was ever so careful not to bump her cast or slip in the tub as she maneuvered herself out safely.

Sara felt a little triumphant at being able to bathe herself. Sure Grissom had been wonderful about helping her with day to day things, but thirty odd years of mostly independent behavior was difficult to overcome. She had trouble letting someone support her. She dried herself off as best she could with only one good arm. At least she didn't have to worry about wet hair to brush out this time.

She padded to the bedroom to find something to put on. She had taken to sleeping in Grissom's shirts, but he usually was there to help her get them on. The problem was getting her body into one without hurting her arm or shoulder. Contemplating how cold she would be if she just opted to sleep in the nude, her hand hit upon a button in the drawer.

And she pulled out the shirt.

The Hawaiian shirt that he loved. And even if she thought it uglier than sin, it did bring out the blue of his eyes. Thinking it would be easier to slip her bad arm into a sleeve rather than to raise her injured wing over her head, she pulled it out.

There was only a bit of trouble getting started with the buttons, but eventually she got in the shirt and climbed into bed. As Sara drifted off, she could understand why he liked the shirt, it really was comfy.

When Grissom finally made it home later that morning he was surprised to find Sara still asleep. Perhaps she had been up part of the night in pain, and he cursed himself again for not taking time off to be with her, rather than listen to her insistence that she would be fine while he was at work.

He quietly undressed, but when he went to climb in he realized what she was wearing. His blue Hawaiian shirt. He smirked as he spooned up behind her. Though he had tried not to disturb her, she turned her head and gave him a sleepy smile.

"It may be ugly, but it's so comfy, so I'm taking possession of it," Sara said in a sleep husky voice.

"That's ok," he said kissing her neck and settling his arms around her. He had others hidden in a box somewhere, and if he could see her in them, well, that would be worth all the teasing she did about ugly shirts.