Genre: Romance, Hurt/comfort
Rating: K+
Spoilers: Season 7
Time-line: Post-Burnout
Warnings: None
Main Parings: GSR
Minor Parings: None
Other Characters: None

Chapter 2: Being there for him

At first Sara didn't see the signs, she thought his short temper and thin patience was because of the case they were dealing with since whenever a case that comes up that involves children, she could see him barley hanging on to his emotions every time, even though he tries really hard not to lose it.

But when she found out the case was closed and he wasn't in his office, and his vehicle was still in the parking lot, she felt his attitude was the cause of something else, which her feelings had been correct when she saw him laying on a couch in a darkened room at the police station as he had his eyes closed and his arm over them. She now knew that it wasn't only the case that made him like he was today, it was a migraine, and from the looks of it, a very bad one, which while she's dealt with his migraines since they've been a couple, for her this was the first time to see him like that because of one.

She softly sighed, wishing she could take his pain away, as she closed the door when she fully stepped in the room, then she walked towards the couch before she kneeled down and softly whispered, hoping to him it didn't sound like she was yelling. "Griss, I'm here."

Still keeping his arm where it was while his eyes remained closed, he softly whispered, in pain. "Sara."

She smiled slightly as she placed her hand on his arm that was on his chest. "Do you need anything?"

He took a breath and whispered again. "Just you."

She moved her hand down to his fingers and slid them through his. "Done. Have you taken your medication?"

"Yes."

"Ok, we'll wait a bit until it kicks in, then I'll take you home, no arguments."

He smirked a little. "Wasn't planning on it."

Glad he at least still had a little of his sense of humor, she just smiled as she ran her thumb over his hand in a soothing motion, making him sigh as he relished in her touch, which he wasn't exactly sure if it was her touch or the medicine finally kicking in, probably both, was making him feel a little better each minute that passed by.

When he felt like he could actually move without his whole world spinning, he got up before they headed out of the station and into the lab so they could get their things, then once they got into her vehicle, she drove them as quickly, but as safely as she could, to their apartment so he didn't have to endure the outside very long.

Once they made it and stepped inside, he dropped his case on the floor by the door, took his sunglasses off and headed towards the couch to lay down and close his eyes again, and while still hurting for him, she closed the door and walked right to him before kneeling down and running her fingers through his hair. "I'll let you rest, I'll be in the room."

He reached for her other hand as he whispered. "Stay please?"

She smiled, happy that he wanted her there with him, and nodded before replying. "Ok, just give me a minute."

He does a short nod, and after she softly kissed his temple, she stands up, walked down the stairs so she could go to the restroom. Then after grabbing a pillow and a book, she headed back to the living room before he lifted his head up a little so she could sit down, and once she placed the pillow on her thigh, he laid the back of his head on it before turning his body so he was now facing her stomach with his eyes closed and a sigh while she started to run her fingers through his hair as she just watched him until his breathing had changed, indicating he had fallen asleep, before she opened her book and started reading with the occasional breaks in-between so she could look at the man she loved, hoping he'll feel better soon because she couldn't stand seeing him in this much pain, it broke her heart when she did.

Hours later

When Grissom woke up hours later, he was feeling better and his eyes looked a lot brighter than they did earlier. He then decided to take a shower, and once he was done and had changed into a pair of UCLA sweatpants and a t-shirt, he walked out of the room and down the hall, smelling a familiar meal, a meal his mom use to make him after he had been sick or had a very bad day when he was younger.

He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, looked to the left and smiled at her. "It smells delicious."

Sara smiled in return. "I'm glad, I just hope it tastes like how your mother use to make it."

His favorite soup that his mother use to make was one of the first things he had taught her, but it wasn't an everyday meal that they would have, so this was the first time she attempted it on her own, she just hoped that she did it justice, especially after the day that he had.

He smiled as he walked up to her and cupped her cheek. "I'm sure it's fine, honey."

She gives him a brighter smile with a nod before sharing a peck on the lips.

When she pulls back, she tells him to go sit and she'll make him a bowl, which he was going to say he could get it, but the look in her eyes told him she really wanted to take care of it, him, so he just nodded, and after a kiss on the forehead, he headed for the table and sat down.

A few minutes later the bowls were made, and she was seated across from him, watching him as he took his first bite, then was relieved when he nodded with a smile. "See, I knew you could do it, you did a good job."

She nodded with a smile. "Thank you."

Their next few bites were done in silence before he cleared his throat and spoke. "I'm sorry about earlier, at the lab I mean, how I was acting."

She looked at him warmly as she moved her hand over to cover his. "I know, I now get why your patience was so thin. I'm sorry you were in deeper pain going through a case like that, I wish I could have done something for you."

He gave her a warm look as he turned his hand over so their palms were touching before he slipped his fingers through hers as he spoke again. "I know, but you do a lot for me." He took a breath before continuing. "I use to get those type of migraines at least once a month, but outside of today, I haven't had one like that in a long time. In fact, since we've gotten together."

She smiled with her eyes bright as she asked. "So, what you're saying is that I'm good for you?"

He brought her hand up to kiss it before nodding with his blue eyes sparking. "Most definitely. For my overall health and my heart."

They looked at each other lovingly for a few seconds before they go back to eating while their other hands were still clasped, just enjoying their meal and company.

AN: More to come soon. Thanks for the support, reading and please review.