Title: Home Again
A/N Please see my story One Hundred Per Cent, that story was from Sara's point of view, this is from Grissoms.
Grissom shuffled the papers around his desk, knowing that he was not actually achieving anything. Well, other than moving them from one side of the desk to the other, and back again when he realised he had not read them.
His life was a little like that. Just going through the motions. Not really engaging with anyone or anything, listless, homeless. He realised that the most meaningful and lengthy conversations he had engaged in since Sara left were with Bruno. Then again Bruno was probably the only other "person" that could understand why he missed Sara so very much.
The team had tried to connect with him. Greg was the only one who seemed to blame him for Sara leaving, though Nick had told him that this was probably more out of guilt than anything. Apparently Sara had said something and Greg blamed himself for not realising how close to the edge Sara was. Grissom was too busy struggling with his own feelings of guilt to worry about the way Greg was treating him, in his mind there was no doubt that he deserved it.
Grissom reached into his desk draw and pulled out Sara's letter. It was a little more worn and dog eared compared to when he had first received it, evidence of the number of times it had been read. Anyone looking closely at the bottom corner would have noticed a tear stain. If asked, Grissom would not have been able to say whether it came from himself or Sara.
He had no doubt that Sara would come back and he was prepared to be here when she did. In fact, the only thing keeping him in Vegas was the need to be here when she returned.
The desk phone rang, the ID showing the reception desk. He ignored it, not wanting to move from the warm cocoon of his office.
He turned his attention back to the Budget report that apparently had needed his urgent attention two days ago. He felt strangely unsettled today, not helped by the fact that Bruno had been more than usually reluctant to go to the sitters earlier that day. He heard someone approaching his office and stuck his head back into the report, hoping to use it as an excuse to ignore who ever came knocking.
His nose gave the first clue, apple shampoo. The second clue came from his skin as it tingled and tightened, as though an unseen wave travelled over his body. The third and final clue arrived at his ears. A deep indrawn breath, that seemed to pull his soul across the office.
Sara.
His eyes provided the proof as he slowly lifted his head to see her standing in the doorway. The urge to test the reality of what his eyes were showing him was too much to resist. He rose from the desk and walked towards her.
"Hey" she sighed, releasing the breath that had alerted him to her presence.
"H-Hey" he knew he was stammering as his hand reached to touch her cheek. The reality proved.
"So, you want to go for dinner, see what happens." She asked sounding confident and strong.
He felt the grin start slowly, reflected back from her eyes. He grasped her hand, and reached back to switch off the office light.
His hand moved round to her back to guide her through the corridor. Home, he was home again.
