Summary: Post ep fic for "Burnout". Grissom migraine has met it's match. GSR!!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or the characters. I don't think my old Barbie clothes would look good on Grissom lol. Oh and the mistakes would be my own.
A/N: This is what I would like to think happened at the end of "Burnout". That music scene left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. I had to write this to make myself feel better. I hope you all enjoy :o) My love to all who read and review. I must warn you though, I do take flames lightly. Someone will let me out of my cage and I will rip out your ribcage and wear it as a hat.
Noise.
Different voices, all of them in pain. Everyone of them was noise. Every syllable shouted was another stab in his sensitive cranium, housing a mass of disturbing images of a dead child, a tearful pedohpile, and a young mother screaming at the loss of her son. Each painful throb of his head brought another flash of pain. A blinding light despite the darkness surrounding him. Did he really think he could hide from it all?
He involuntarily winced at the sound of a soft click. First reaction was to croak out the words "Go. Away." Someone had found him and had come come to drag his tired body back to the reality of the harsh day. But just as his defenses had tensed his muscles, he relaxed them again.
Soft footsteps. Her scent. Grissom could feel Sara enter his dark sanctuary like it was her own as well. His burden had become hers just as hers had become his. Amazing how the one person that he would fear closeness to in a time like this would be the one he now found comfort in. She kneeled down next to the small couch and studied him. He hadn't yet opened his eyes but he could feel it.
"Sorry about earlier," she said, letting out a small sigh. "I should have known you were having the migraines again. You did look awfully tense". Her words were a slight whisper, careful not to disturb his moment of rest.
Grissom could sense the frown on her beautiful face and it was confirmed when he turned toward her and slightly opened his eyes.
"I just...I don't know". He was right, he had no idea how he wanted to finish that statement. Then again, it was Sara. He didn't really have to.
She carefully lifted a slender hand to his forehead and barely brushed her fingertips to his forehead. Her thumb rested lightly against his temple and stroked his warm skin. The searing pain didn't dissapear but it dissapated to a dull throb. As much as he was convinced her touch was miraculous, his body was not ready to give up that easily after today. She knew that.
"You know if I could I would kiss away all of the pain I would." Sara took his hand and kissed his fingertips.
Grissom grinned despite the pain, "Damn work", he grumbled.
Sara chuckled "Yes, and damn the rules." She stood back up. "You need anything, I'll be around." She turned and walked towards the door of his office.
"Love you."
Sara looked back towards the direction of the couch, smiling at his admission. No matter how many times he uttered those words it was always like the first time.
"You have no idea how happy that makes me," she said softly.
With the click of the door Grissom took a deep breath. There was a light swirling around in his head, but instead of pain it brought warmth and security. Sara was his miraculous light.