She wished she could blame whoever was presently knocking at her door for her current awakened state

Rating: Pg

Pairing: GSR

Summary: Post 5x21: Committed. She doesn't expect it to be Grissom

Spoilers: 5X21, Committed

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own anything, not even the shirt on my back so I asked Warrick for his. Delicious:D

A/N: Anyone who doesn't find this completely cringing and would be happy to beta this fic and any possible future fics let me know. Thank you

She wishes she could blame whoever was presently knocking at her door for her current awakened state. She was exhausted, in desperate need of a deep slumber but every time she closed her eyes she could see Adam's face, feel the broken piece of pottery held against her neck, the sting as it shifted and pressed against her skin, the fear, the ache. How many times did she have to come so close to death to feel that sense of loss, of regret?

She takes a deep breath before opening the door, wandering briefly who could possibly be on the other side, and if she's in any mood to buy a pack of cookies. She doesn't expect it to be Grissom.

Sure they had gotten closer over the last few weeks, they'd even eaten together a few times, been round each other's places, talked about the team, life and….stuff. But she'd have thought he was as tired as she was and by the look of him he was. She takes a moment to watch the man before her, his entire body seemed ready to give out at any second, his clothes were creased, his hair tossed in different directions and his eyes were filled with an emptiness she couldn't describe. He breaks the silence.

"I can't sleep."

"Join the club." She offers him a weak smile before inviting him in. He only takes a few steps so he can close the door behind him as she makes her way to the kitchen, he had needed to see her, needed to know she was ok, he couldn't close his eyes without seeing what could have happened, what might have been. But now he was here he didn't know what to do or say. He just knew he didn't want to leave.

"Want something to drink...or eat?" he shrugs, shifting from foot to foot.

"Maybe some tea."

She smiles as she prepares the cups and pulls out the packet of tea bags she had bought after the first few times he'd stopped by. It's as she's waiting for the water to boil, leaning against the counter that she notices him moving towards her, she doesn't move just waits unsure. And so is he. He allows his body to move of its own accord, stepping closer to her, watching his right hand as it moves slowly up her arm, until it reaches her neck and slowly brushes away the hair revealing the red mark that mars her skin. His fingers run along it, his body now completely pressed against her side, she closes her eyes as his lips brush against the bruised skin, soft and warm, caressing her skin as it slowly chases away the memory of the shard that had rested there before.

She turns her head to him as he lifts his own and he wipes away a tear she hadn't realised was running down her cheek and slowly pulls her into a hug. She moves her arms around him, surprised by his movements but completely at ease as the warmth of his body encompasses her own and she closes her eyes burying her face in the crook of his neck tightening her hold on him. And as they stand there they both realise that more than anything they needed this. He mumbles some words in to her hair, she can only make out a few, "afraid….lost…you" She whispers that 'it's ok' and pulls him closer.

It's a long time before either of them want to pull away but she does, taking his hand in hers as she moves, tugging him along behind her towards the bedroom. When he realises the direction, he slows uneasy.

"Sara…" so much emotion hangs in her name, she turns to him seeing the same feelings reflected in her eyes. But now isn't the time for words, or desires.

"We're both tired." She tugs on his hand again and he nods following her in as she pulls back the covers and climbs underneath, he slowly removes his jacket and trousers before climbing in beside her, she shuffles back against him and he runs his hand along her arm, and finding himself once again drawn to her neck he guesses he wants to make sure its still intact, that she's still alive, still breathing. After a few moments she takes his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers and pulling his arm round her waist.

"Go to sleep." He's taken aback at first but then he smiles and shifts into a more comfortable position behind her and tightens his hold on her. He needed to hold her, to hear her breathing to feel her warm skin against his. He could sleep now.

"Good night Sara"

"Night" and with that they both slip into a peaceful sleep.

End -- Maybe another chapter, you know next day or something not sure.