Sleeping Beauty
What if Greg had found Sara sleeping in the locker room? Minor spoilers for Roshomama. Review!
Greg smiled to himself, his iPod blasting something to keep him awake, Dir en grey's 'Obscure' most definitely did the trick. He'd figured it would be empty as Warrick wasn't on yet, Grissom and Catherine were reviewing what little information they had on the case, and Nick was sulking.
"Oh," he jumped, seeing Sara lying on the wooden bench that ran down the center aisle of lockers. "Hey, Sara."
No verbal response followed.
Greg sat down next to her on the bench, running a hand through her hair. "She's asleep…" he laughed, trying to comprehend how anyone, even his Sara could fall asleep like that.
She mumbled incoherently, rolling over in her sleep and he had to grab her quickly to keep her from falling. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Sara shook her head, squirming in his grasp. "Go away, Greg. It's not time to get up yet…"
He laughed, a sudden feeling of déjà vu striking him. She'd said that just that morning, before their shift started. With very little difficulty, he lifted her into his arms, carefully maneuvering about the door and stepping into the hallway which was otherwise deserted.
"What are you doing?" Sara asked groggily, her arms unconsciously wrapping around his neck.
"Making you more comfortable." He replied, setting her down on the sofa in the break room. "Sara, you have to let go of me…" he said, smiling when her arms didn't release their hold on him.
She shook her head, laying down on the sofa, ultimately pulling him down, too. "Nuh uh."
Greg smiled, looking around to make sure the coast was clear before he kissed her, one arm still pinned behind her, the other resting on her stomach. "Love you," he whispered, his eyes drifting shut.
"Love you, too." She replied.