A/N: Set after 8x01. This is when Gil takes Sara home from the hosptial. Just a lil' one shot with fluff and humor. Enjoy!
It had been nine days since Natalie Davis had kidnapped and nearly killed Sara. Sara's injuries were not sever for the most part. Her left arm was fractured in two places and she had a lot of cuts and bruises everywhere, but the thing that concerned doctors the most was the dehydration she'd suffered during her time in the desert. The biggest concert for Grissom however was her emotional and mental well being. But for now he was just happy that she was finally being released from the hospital, of course he was no where near as happy as she was.
"Come on Gil, let's GO!" Sara's voice was defiantly impatient and loud as she called from the hospital room.
"I'm coming," Gil announced as he made his way out of the bathroom. "I just wanted to make sure we have everything." He said smiling at her.
"I know," came a sigh, followed by a much calmer voice than earlier. "I just want to get outta here."
Leaning down and placing a kiss on her head Gil said; "Alright then lets go." And with that he began to push the wheel chair down the hallway and out to the parking lot.
Although Sara wasn't happy about being pushed around in a whell chair she decided not to protest as the resulting argument, of which she was sure she'd loose anyways, would only delay her release even longer.
A short time and a quiet drive later they had left the hospital they arrived home together. Sara had headed straight for the bedroom to gather some fresh clothing before making her way to the bathroom for a shower.
Grissom had decided that he would prepare a meal while Sara got cleaned up. Shortly after he'd begun cooking their meal Grissom stopped when he thought he heard a strange noise coming from the down the hall. Stopping to listen and not hearing it again he brushed it off as nothing and continued with what he was doing. But before long he heard it again, and it sounded as if something had been broken, glass perhaps.
"Sara?" he called down the hall. Getting no reply he ventured off to see what all the commotion was about. As he got closer to the bathroom he could here Sara mumbling and the sound of more things being broken or at least being knocked from the shelf they were sitting on.
Slowly opening the door Grissom could hardly contain his laughter at the sight before his eyes. There right smack dab in the middle of the room was Sara with her shirt half on and half off, obviously stuck because of the cast on her arm.
"Ouch!" Sara grumbled as she tried to pull the shirt over her head. Tugging on it again she nearly lost her balance and stumbled backwards into the wall. "Stupid shirt." Came the muffled reply from underneath the fabric.
At this point Gil decided he'd better announce his presence before things got out of hand. "What are you trying to do, end up back in the hospital?" he asked with a joking tone to his voice.
Sara however was not amused when she gave her reply; "No! I'm TRYING to get my shirt off!" a hint of anger was defiantly present in her voice.
As Grissom moved closer the grin on his face got wider and wider, "here," he said placing his hands on her arms. "Let me help you with that," was all he said before he helped her undress and kicked the door shut with his foot.
THE END