It's Just Rain
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Velocityofsound has a Major Arcana Creative Fandom Challenge going on right now, and I am posting this story based upon the prompt of The Hanged Man. This card can also imply a time when everything just stands still, a time of rest and reflection before moving on. - Solandia, Aeclectic Tarot
"Sara?"
"It's raining again."
"Sara."
"It's just rain."
Sara brought her hand to the window and idly traced through its fog.
Grissom neglected to mention the stiff chill of the room and the lack of light, save the lamp he had switched on upon entrance. Instead, he crossed the room and rested his hands on her tense shoulders, then slowly lowered his hands to encircle her waist. She covered his hands with her own, briefly fingering the brace that still stabilized his right wrist. "I meant to be home earlier. I found an interesting book."
"And read the entire work in the bookstore again?" Sara teased, trying to relax since she had physical evidence that he was safe.
He gave her a light squeeze. "Just part of it. It's out in the car."
"You decided to take the little thing out."
"It is unusually small," he pointed out, yet again, turning her in his arms to meet her eyes, "but you did say I could use it, if needed, before we go out to look for something new."
"With airbags."
Realizing she spoke aloud, Sara averted her eyes, forced a tight smile, and muttered a brief apology. "Sorry."
He pulled her into a hug. "The drive was fine, Sara; I'm here with you now."
"I know. It's just - when I woke up, you weren't here, and it was raining again."
Grissom led her to the couch and pulled her down next to him. With a slight twitch of a smile, he professed, "It's just rain."
The End