Title: It's All For Us

Author: sidle77

Pairing: GSR – Always!

Rating: T-M (Rating will be adapted accordingly, look out for author's notes.)

Disclaimer: You know the drill: I do not own them, any of them and I will give back once I've finished playing, yada yada... CBS owns all (but not my idea!)

Summary: Grissom and Sara attempt to rebuild their lives after Basderic destroyed them. Can Grissom recover and can Sara pull him from the darkness before it consumes him?

A/N: This is a sequel to It's All For You. My stories can be quite dark so be warned although this one isn't quite as harsh as its predecessor. Evil hat may still be smiling at times though.

Beta: The wonderful Sue (calim11) - thank you for always being there and for loving my hats! Especially the evil one :D

Prologue

He was in his usual spot. Same place, same time, every single day, come rain or shine. The only exception being a thunderstorm. She remembered having to physically pull him into the house one time as a storm began and he didn't move. Only just getting him inside before lightning hit.

Some days were hard, some easier.

She watched him from the doorway as he sat on the porch, looking out over the garden, their dog at his feet, the animals chin resting on his shoe. He came out every day at three and would sit until she interrupted him. He'd sit there forever if she didn't. She understood he needed some time on his own but too much worried her.

It had only been two weeks since they'd returned to their home. The prior six weeks had been spent in the hospital after Basderic's rampage and had been exceedingly tough, physically and mentally, for them both. That very first night had set the foundation for exactly how truly testing this was going to be.

6 weeks earlier

It had taken only five minutes to use the hospital phone to call Brass for an update. Five short minutes that was all. But, when Sara stepped back into the room, she felt every ounce of color drain from her face upon seeing the bed was empty.

Rushing toward the bed she spotted the IV needle that had recently been attached to her husband, lying on his pillow, a smudgy spot of blood now tainting the material. Then she heard sobbing. Her head snapped around, eyes settling on him, curled into a ball and shuddering, tucked into a corner of the room.

"Jesus," she whispered, slowly approaching him. She wanted to run but the last thing she needed to do was startle him.

When reaching him, she crouched down, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Instantly, he flinched and Sara's heart wept.

"It's okay," she soothed trying to sound supportive rather than scared to death.

She had no idea what extra damage he'd done to his hands getting out of bed but was pleased to see them scrunched protectively against his chest. Then there was his leg. How he'd even gotten out of bed baffled her.

"No," he cried. "Can't…"

Inhaling deeply, Sara reached for him. Managing to get her arms around his shoulders, she cradled him against her chest, a blast of relief washing through her that he didn't fight her off.

"I've got you," she whispered, kissing the top of his head as it settled against her bosom. "I swear I've got you."

Sara just didn't know what else to say. Continuing to tell him it was going to be okay she knew was stupid. Because he was right. It wasn't okay. They were far from being okay. All she could do was try and help him, be there and just hope he would settle enough to be able to get him off the floor and back into bed. But, just as she had that thought, she felt a presence and looked up to see the nurse hurrying their way. Instantly, Sara held up a hand to stop her interfering and shook her head with a pleading look.

"Five minutes," Sara mouthed silently, knowing her husband would more than likely flip out again if he was forced to do anything.

The nurse looked a little nervous but nodded nonetheless.

Feeling him begin to shiver, Sara kissed his head again, taking a very gentle hold upon his wrist to ensure he wasn't squashing his hands.

"You're cold, baby," Sara said softly. "So I really need you to help me so I can get you back into bed."

Grissom sucked in a ragged breath. "Don't…like the lights," he said shakily.

Looking up at the ceiling, Sara noticed the light right above his head. Why hadn't she realized that would upset him and bring back memories of the bunker? Nodding toward the nurse, she watched her move to the wall and turn that particular light off.

"The light's off," she encouraged, running her fingers through his hair. "Please let me get you back into bed."

Slowly, Grissom's eyes opened and he looked up at his wife. Her gut cramped at the sadness she saw within their depths.

"I love you," she whimpered. "And I promise no one is going to hurt you."

Present day

Sara's world kicked back into reality when she felt a droplet of rain hit her face. Looking up, she saw a few clouds that were passing by and moved across the porch towards Grissom. Dropping a hand to his shoulder, she smiled when he looked up at her.

"Hi," she said sweetly.

"Hi," he whispered back.

"It's starting to rain," Sara told him. "So why don't you come back inside."

Sighing, Grissom glanced back over the garden before down at the dog who sat up and looked at his master.

"I guess you don't want to get wet then," Grissom said to the mutt.

Sara smiled as the dog let out a single bark and held out her hand. "Come on," she encouraged. "You can watch the game while I get dinner ready."

Apart from his 'outside' time which she allowed, Sara did her best to keep him occupied. Baseball was usually a great help and generally caught his attention. And, with his appointment at the psychologists tomorrow, she was doing her best to keep him happy. The first appointment hadn't gone well so she was praying that this one went better.

A/N: And we're off…. :D