Beautiful Nightmare
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, simply borrowing.
Rating: Safe
Summary: Sometimes a sweet dream, is just a beautiful nightmare that haunts you instead.
Authors Note: I haven't written in the longest time, but I've been planning to continue some stories and start others. This one just popped into my head in the middle of the night and I just decided to write. Well, it was greatly inspired by a recent rumor I heard about Sara and Grissom's relationship. I did indeed smile. Please review and let me know what you think!
It had been three weeks since Gil had left Las Vegas. He remembered the sadness in the eyes of his team as they said goodbye; the way his heart raced before he stepped out of the building he had basically lived in. But most importantly, he remembered the wink of a certain red head that said more than words could.
He stared up at the ceiling fan that seemed to spin for no reason. He was still hot and sticky from the Costa Rican weather and lack of decent air conditioning in his ant sized room.
His eyes popped open as he suddenly awaked from his nightmare. It wasn't a scary dream though. It was a beautiful nightmare. It was one that had occurred for weeks and would leave him staring at the ceiling fan for hours as Sara slept restlessly beside him. He knew how happy and at peace she was to have him by her side.
The first night, he tried to go back to sleep after he had awakened, but when he closed his eyes, her face appeared; her smile, the way she slightly pursed her lips when she was pissed off, the smirk she always offered, the way her hair shimmered in the light. He decided that he would rather lie awake than close his eyes and see her again.
Thinking about her was one thing, but seeing her was another. He wanted to reach out and touch her, talk to her, kiss her. One night he swore he could even smell her scent. He was afraid of what it would make him do while he was asleep. What if he called her name and Sara heard?
The ceiling fan swirled above head, drowning out some of the sounds of the jungle around them. He wanted to keep sleeping and for her to stay in his dreams, but it wasn't fair to Sara. After all he had left Las Vegas to pursuit her. He had found her in the jungle and watched as her eyes lit up when she saw him. He remembered how tightly she had held onto him. He also remembered how he had thought of her, Catherine, and wondered if he had made a mistake.
Now, it was too late. He had already jumped from the cliff and was on the way down. This was everything he wanted- a woman by his side and to focus on experiments and expeditions he spent his time off reading about- wasn't it?
And just like every night that week, before he had fallen back to sleep, he convinced himself that it was.