Bear with me as I get used to writing stories in longer lengths. always been more of a short story person. I have intentions for the storyline to go somewhere particular but excuse me if I get distracted along the way, or it goes a little slow at first =)

Grissom was woken suddenly in the night only an hour later, by something warm, wet and soft touching his lips. As he opened his eyes, he could just make out an outline of something leaning over him. He put his hands forward, pushing that something back with his arms as he sat upright suddenly. The moonlight peering through his window shone on the outline as he made out Sara's features, her brown eyes reflecting the light. His hands had come into contact with her shoulders, and Grissom furrowed his eyebrows at her, a stern look spreading across his face.

"Sara? What are you doing!?"

Sara giggled playfully.

"Lighten up Grissom, just trying to have a little fun"

Sara went to learn forward again, attempting to kiss him once more but Grissom's grip stiffened on her shoulders, holding her back.

"Sara... Sara! Stop!".

Sara froze hearing the seriousness in his voice, the giggles faded away. His slightly raised voice had snapped her groggy mind back to reality. Tears welled up in her eyes, and a lump formed in her throat. Grissom's expression and body softened by her reaction as a single tear started to slowly trickle down her cheek.

"What's wrong with me Grissom? Why does nobody want me?"

Sara's face fell, not wanting to make eye contact with Grissom as she started to silently sob to herself. Grissom released her shoulders and placed his hands either side of her face, gently holding her cheeks in his palms and brought her head up, making her look at him. He looked deep into her brown eyes.

"Sara... You are a strong, beautiful, intelligent woman. Any man would be fortunate to have you..."

The edges of her mouth upturned ever so slightly, Grissom's words bringing warmth to her.

"...but what you want right now is to be comforted, to feel something other than hurt... and the alcohol is clouding both your actions, and your judgement".

Grissom moved his thumb across her face, wiping away the tear from her cheek as she sniffed.

"What you do need is to sleep it off and get some rest".

Grissom held her gaze as she looked back at him. After a few silent moments, she nodded back in response.

"Come on, let's get you back to bed. You'll feel better in the morning".

They both raised from the bed. Grissom placed his arm around her shoulder as she was slightly unsteady, and lead her back towards the guest room. The room was still dimly lit by the bedside table. She climbed back into bed, as Grissom pulled the blanket up around her. Sara instinctively closed her eyes as she snuggled down under the sheet and smiled, a barely audible whisper escaping her lips.

"Thank you".

Grissom reciprocated, returning the smile as he turned off the bedside lamp. He looked down at her, lingering for a couple of seconds and then headed back to his own room. As he got comfortable back in bed, he let out a large sigh. He laid for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, pondering over what just happened but the only thought that stuck in his mind was her lips touching his. He had never admitted the way he felt about Sara. In fact he had never even come to terms with it to himself, let alone anyone else. Feelings was something Grissom had never let into his life before. He kept himself to himself. But that kiss... Grissom had suddenly remembered what it was like to just feel.

Grissom peered over at the clock. 3:30am. He repositioned himself once again and closed eyes, pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind, as he drifted back to sleep.

Sara was met with an unfamiliar setting as she woke, and took her a few moments to realise she was not in her own room. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, looking at her surroundings. She was in an unknown territory. As she climbed out of bed, she looked down at herself noticing that she was in a large male shirt, her underwear and nothing else, whilst her clothes were placed neatly over the back of the opposite chair. Sara tried to cast her thoughts back to the previous evening... nothing. The last thing she remembered was being at the bar, and boy was her head pounding. Suddenly she felt a little scared.

Where the hell was she? Hesitantly she walked light-footed over to the bedroom door and peered outside. All that looked back at her was an empty hallway. Hastily she grabbed her clothes quickly changed into them, then silently crept out on to the landing. What was that smell? And there was clanging noises coming from downstairs. She wasn't alone.

Leaning over the stair bannister, she tried to make out who was there but her view was obstructed. As she cautiously made her way towards the top of the stairs, her attention was drawn to the photos on the wall. A familiar face was smiling back at her. Grissom!

"Thank god" she found herself saying, knowing that she was in the home of someone she knew. Sara made her way down the steps. She could hear noises coming from one direction, but she couldn't help take a look inside Grissom's living room. Frames adorned the walls full of perfectly laid out butterfly and bug species. No surprises there. Two white leather couches faced inwards to the centre of the room, where a glass coffee table sat. On top were a handful of nature magazines, all folded over to pages containing crossword puzzles. She smiled to herself, thinking that she had always imagined his house full of what he loved most. She followed the smell, and found Grissom in his kitchen, leaning over a hot stove. He was dressed in casual jeans, and an awful Hawaiian shirt that for some reason, only someone like Grissom could pull off. Not wanting to make him jump by speaking, she figured the best way to alert him to her presence was to clear her throat.

"Ahem"

Grissom spun around, noticing Sara standing in the doorway.

"Oh, Good morning. I figured you could do with some breakfast".

As Grissom turned back to the stove, Sara walked over to the kitchen island, placing herself upon one of the stools.

"My head is pounding. What happened last night?"

Grissom kept his back to her as he started to crack a couple of eggs into a pan. He thought carefully about how to answer that question.

"You... don't remember?"

"Last thing I remember is being at the bar. Everything else is a blur".

Grissom smiled to himself. Now he wouldn't have to awkwardly bring up the fact she kissed him last night. Even more so, he wouldn't have to admit to himself that deep down, he enjoyed the brief contact of her lips on his. Sara bowed her head, placing it on top of the island, closing her eyes.

"Here, eat this".

Grissom placed a plate of sausages, bacon and eggs beside Sara's head along with cutlery and went back to the stove to serve up his own. Sara reluctantly lifted her head, staring down at the plate. It would have looked far better if she didn't have a hangover right now.

"How did I end up here?" Sara asked, picking up the fork and pushing the food around on the plate.

Grissom came over and sat opposite her. He started to tuck into his breakfast.

"Well, I dropped into the office last night to get some papers from Catherine and on my way home, I drove past the bar and saw your car outside. We both remember what happened last time you mixed alcohol with driving, so I came to check on you. You were... well, lets just say you were in no fit state to get yourself home so I brought you back here. We can sort your car later."

A questioning look appeared on Sara's face.

"So... why did you bring me here? Why didn't you just take me home?"

Grissom paused and looked at her over the top of his glasses.

"...Cause you told me you didn't want to be alone".

Thoughts of what happened with her now ex boyfriend flooded into Sara's mind, it all rushing back to her in one swift movement. She now remembered why she was at the bar in the first place, trying to block out the memories of the last couple of days. Sara continued to use her fork to play with the food on her plate, keeping her eyes low.

"Plus you knocked your head pretty hard. You could have suffered a concussion".

Sara touched her head, wincing at finding a tender spot that she didn't even realise was there.

"Well... thanks. For not letting me go too far off the rails again. I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble Grissom".

Gil smiled to himself, just as Sara looked up at him. She was quick to notice the small smirk on his face. Clearly he was thinking about something.

"What?..."

Grissom finished off the last mouthful of food on his plate, lay his cutlery down on top of it, and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He picked up the newspaper from beside his plate, and opened it, glancing over the page as Sara waited for a response. He then proceeded to enlighten Sara a little more about her drunken activities. He told her about the way she was uncontrollably playing with every dial on the radio on the journey home. The way she stumbled up the stairs, falling over face first as he escorted her to the guest room. The way she had spilt her glass of water he'd given her all down herself, hence the reason she changed into one of his shirts to sleep in. Grissom was clearly amused by her completely un-Sara-like behaviour, and took great pleasure in telling her all about it.

Sara dropped her fork and buried her head into her hands, embarrassed that Grissom had seen her that way. Although she couldn't help but laugh slightly as he told her the stories. She lowered her hands again beside the plate.

"I'm so sorry Grissom if I caused you any trouble. Next you'll be telling me I attempted to sleep with you".

Sara laughed jokingly, a hint of nervousness in her laugh, as she said it, finally deciding to raise a piece of food to her mouth. Grissom fell silent. He didn't move, but he raised his eyes to the top of their sockets, looking at Sara over the top of his paper. Recognising that look, Sara's cheeks started to turn red.

"Oh God!"

Sara dropped her fork and once again buried her face into her hands, not bearing to look Grissom in the eyes. Sara began mumbling to herself under her breath. She was cursing at herself. A minute of uncomfortable silence ensued as Sara daren't look at Grissom. Grissom shuffled uncomfortably on his chair.

"Sara... your food's getting cold".

In typical Grissom fashion, he pushed the subject aside, not wanting Sara to question him any further about the details and lowered his eyes back to his newspaper, lifting it high enough so that he couldn't see Sara and she could no longer see him. Sara was glad he did as her face was an obvious shade of red. She forcefully placed a piece of bacon into her mouth, and started to chew. They sat in silence.

Whilst chewing her food, Sara started to feel hot and light-headed. She stopped chewing as a horrible taste came into her mouth, as she forced herself to hold back her gag reflex. Throwing her cutlery back on to the table, Sara leapt off the chair and ran straight to the bathroom. Grissom lowered his paper on hearing her run out the room, and heard her throwing up. He laid his paper down and raised one of his eyebrows as he looked across at her breakfast still sitting on the table. He shrugged, picked up her plate and scraped the contents on to his own.

"Waste not... want not"...

sometimes I find it difficult to convey their actions in words. I can totally picture their expressions in my head but feel it may not come across in writing. Hopefully i'll improve with it over time!