A/N This is going to be a short fic as far as I know, mostly fluffy GSR, but not smut exactly either. I'd like to think I can reach a little deeper than that.
Spoilers: Season 8 premier
Rated: T
"Hey Gil"
"Hi Sara, what's going on?"
"Not much, just waiting for you. Where are you?"
"At work dear, I'll be here for a while."
"Need help?"
"No, just paperwork, nothing exciting"
"Ok, see you later."
"Bye"
Why am I still on leave? The whole thing with Natalie happened a month ago, but I'm on paid leave for another two weeks. That doesn't make sense. I'm going to have to ask Gil to put in a word with Ecklie about shortening my leave, although considering it's Ecklie, he's probably glad I'm not there. I think I'll always wonder why he hates me.
Sara was sitting on the bed, grasping her cell phone in her hand, musing to herself about the annoyances of non-optional leave, and how much she wanted to get back to work. What did I do to deserve this? She asked herself, thinking less about the car and her formerly broken arm than the annoyances of not being allowed to work. She refused to let herself think about her abduction, telling herself it was a matter of the past. The only indication that it had any lasting effect on her was the dreams. Every night she would wake up in a cold sweat, only to realize that it was, again, only a dream. Sometimes she even thought to herself how her most emotional moments were in her sleep, because she didn't allow her feelings to surface any other time, except when she was at home with Grissom. That was another story.
He debated calling Sara, but decided against it. He had been overly protective of her after almost losing her to Natalie. He quickly realized however that she was not going to tolerate it after the first few days of recovery. Is it so wrong that I worry, though especially since she's still having those nightmares every night? I want to help her get through this, but she won't let me in, even when she accepts that it's still bothering her, and those times are few enough as it is. I understand, but I want her to let me help.