Fan Fiction story one

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. It should be noted I do not own CSI or the characters.

Continuation from a scene in Nesting Dolls. Sara tells Grissom about her past.

Her tears crashed to the ground as she cried her grief in front of him. Forgetting he was her boos and then he was her friend. He had her hand and knew she needed more comfort than he could give her, even though he wanted too. Desire took over and he surprised himself by pulling her off the chair and onto the couch with him. She leaned against his legs, he pulled her back and wrapped his arm around her upper torso bringing her to his chest. He cradled her in his arms like a baby, resting his head on hers. Her hand gripped his shirt as she failed to control her tears. Her head was at his shoulder soaking his shirt in salty water. He didn't care, he just held her comforting her. He placed his hand over her stomach, resting it there unless she moved it away. He expected her to move to force him away like he has done the past years but she didn't.

It felt strange to her to be in his arm at his request, to have him so close to her. She tried to focus on his breathing and tried to match hers to it but the pain was too much for her. It crippled her, she pushed herself against him burying her head deeper into his shoulder. She didn't know how long he held her there, not talking just holding her, it was like he knew this was she needed comfort.

He didn't check to see how long he held her. His eyes were closed his head still rested on hers. As she buried her head deeper into his shoulder he tightened his grip around her. He wanted to stay like this, he didn't want to move but he knew he had to.

Her breathing was evening the tears had ceased. He opened his eyes to see her red puffy and saddened. He held her gaze but didn't release her form his arms. He was lost in her eyes, the emotion she held there was too much for one person to hold. He knew she was strong, never has he seen this strength. She had witnessed more then one person should ever have to see.

She was staring up at him holding his gaze wondering what he was thinking.

"What are you thinking" she finally asked him her voice not rising above a whisper. He pulled out of the warmth of her eyes back into reality.

"I was thinking how strong you are, you have dealt with more than one person should ever have to deal with. And yet you are so strong. Strength I have never seen. You fight until the end. I admire that" he told her never removing his eyes from hers. He decided to continue. "You have perspectives that will either hurt or help and most of the time you use them to get the result you need. Today was not one of them, but now I know why and I will help you if and when you need help. I don't want you to think you have to walk alone. I will always help you" he finished waiting for her reaction.

"Walking alone is who I am, I cannot change overnight, but if I believe I need help I will come to you first" she told him looking straight into his eyes and saw the feeling there. He slowly nodded accepting her terms.

"Just know I am always here for you. Whenever you need me." he said as he slowly began to release her form his grip. She suddenly gripped his shirt tighter refusing to let go.

"Pleas…don't let me go yet. I…I…I need you, I cant…" tears began again, he pulled her towards him and wrapped his other arm around her. He hand moved towards her hand gently resting it on the side and holding her to him. He couldn't seem to stop himself, he pressed his lips against her forehead before resting his forehead on top of hers.

She was shocked surprised confused. She felt confused as well as happier than she had been. She loosened her grip, after some time had passed, her breathing was back to normal. Her eyes were sore, she involuntarily yawned and began to feel tired. Her eyes began to close and she fell into darkness.

He had noticed her grip loosen on him, her eyes were closed her breathing had deepened. She had fallen asleep in his arms. He carefully lifted her into his arms, he took her to her room gently laying her on the bed. 'She can kill me later' he thought as he took her shirt off leaving the tank top she was wearing underneath and removed her trousers replacing them with a pair of sweats that were already on the bed. Finding some paper and a pen he began to write a note.

Sara, you can kill me later, I thought you would be more comfortable in bed. I changed your clothes and tucked you in. I hope you are not angry with me.

I didn't want to leave you but I had to get in for shift and explain to Ecklie. I will check on you after shift. If you are awake.

Yours Always,

Grissom.

He placed it on her bedside cabinet, stared at her for a couple of minutes before taking his leave.

At Sara's.

She slept soundly for more hours then the nights before. On waking she turned over to see herself in bed. She was confused she fell asleep in Grissom arms, how did she get here. Her eyes fell on the paper which stood against her alarm clock. She went to get out of bed noticing her attire she picked up the note he left. Her emotions changed rapidly from shock to anger to happy. Okay she was shocked and angry that he had changed her clothes but then she felt happy that he took that much care with her to make sure she was comfortable. She realised she couldn't be angry at him. She noticed the time if shift finished on time he would be round there in two hours. She decided to shower change and make breakfast. She picked up her cell and sent a text message to Grissom - Thank you for last night. She went in to the bathroom and started to get ready for a shower, she heard her phone vibrate signalling a message. She abandoned what she was doing and went to answer. message from Grissom - It was no problem Sara, can I check on you after shift?. She quickly replied. I would like that. I'll make breakfast. Don't argue. See you later. His answer came back almost instantly - wouldn't dream of it. See you later. She smiled at his reply and went back into the bathroom and continued on with her shower. Half an hour later she was getting dressed and drying her hair. She didn't know what she was going to say to him about last night she didn't know what to say about anything she told him last night, he barely said anything except comment on her strength and how he admired it. He also had kissed her forehead which had confused her, he had always kept her at arms length not allowing her to be close to him. And now he held her tenderly trying to help her without making her talk about her past. Without hurting her more. He was so close to her, she saw emotion in his eyes but couldn't make out what he was trying to say. What did he want to say. With her thinking she had lost track of time, her hair was completely dry and still flying around her head while she gathered her thoughts. When she had she glanced over at the time. She had around 30 minutes to make breakfast before he would be here checking on her. She turned her hairdryer off and headed towards the kitchen to start making breakfast.

In Grissom's Office

He was catching up on paperwork when he received the Sara's message. It made him smile to know he had been useful, that he could do something right for her after all the pain he had caused. He wanted to help her, he wanted to help her but he didn't know how. He wanted to stop hurting her, he wanted to hold her and make sure she was okay. He wanted her.

He wanted her!

He startled himself with his heart speaking instead of his head. He had her in his arms, he had held her for hours while she cried. Her tears had soaked his shirt which he had changed when he arrived at the lab. He had spoken to Catherine and Ecklie managing to anger them both at the same time. He didn't care he only cared about her right now, if she was okay. Bright side to that was that he had managed to keep Sara and not fire her for her actions, he understood them. Only he knew about her past and he made sure it stayed that way.

He was now waiting for his shift to end so he could hold her again to reassure himself that she was okay.

Time seem to slow down. The one night he wanted time to run away was the one night it decided to stay. He knew if he kept looking at the time and thinking of Sara he would never get the paperwork done and he did not need another run in with Ecklie he had enough of that today. He put his head down picked up where he left off thinking each file down the sooner he gets to Sara.