It was still dark outside when Grissom was awakened. Sara was having a nightmare, She was curled into a fetal position, softly saying ""no, over and over. Grissom could feel that she was clammy when he reached for her. He gently shook her shoulder as he called her name to waken her.

Sara bolted from the bed and into the bathroom, where she retched into the toilet. Grissom ran after her and knelt beside her on the floor.

"Sara, are you all right, honey?" he asked as he rubbed her back.

Sara turned to look at him with haunted eyes.

"Christ, I don't know Griss. I feel like I'm really going crazy sometimes." Grissom stood to rinse a washcloth with cool water and knelt next to Sara again.

"Why didn't you tell me you're dreams had gotten so bad?" he asked as he wiped her face with the cloth.

"Grissom, I lived with nightmares for over twenty years before I moved in with you, I thought I would be okay."

"Do you want to tell me about it now?" he asked as he rose to sit on the edge of the tub.

"My nightmares started getting worse again as soon as I went to swing shift and we weren't sleeping at the same time anymore," Sara said as she rose to rinse her mouth out with water. "Only I had a few new ones to go with all the old ones. Mostly about dying in the desert." Grissom reached out to hold her hand as she lowered the toilet lid and sat. "Then after you proposed, I started dreaming about the night my father died. Only as time went by, those started getting worse too. It was me that was stabbing him instead of my mother. Tonight it was me stabbing you." Sara could barely get out the last few words before she broke into sobs.

Grissom stood next to her and wrapped her in his arms. "Sara, how could I have been so blind? I'm sorry I didn't realize how bad things had gotten." He turned her face up towards him and kissed her tear stained eyes. "Why didn't you tell me, honey? You didn't have to go through this alone."

"I really thought I could handle it. And when things started getting worse I didn't want you to know, so I did my best to hide it from you. I was so afraid of losing you Gil, I just hoped I could push it all down again and get on with my life." Sara burrowed her face into the crook of his neck and clung to him as if she were drowning.

"Honey, have you talked about this with your counselor yet?" Grissom asked as he stroked her hair.

"Yeah, she says my fears about turning into my mother are playing out in my dreams, and that I would have been better off to have stayed in therapy when I was a teenager. Like I couldn't have told you that myself."Sara snorted. "She thinks with some hard work I can get past this."

"Can you please ask her if there's anything I can do to make this easier for you. I can take a leave of absence and move here if it will help. We can see her together." Grissom tilted Sara's face up again so he could look into her eyes. "I'll do anything it takes to get you back Sara, anything. You remember that. Grissom wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "It's cold in here honey, do you want to go back to bed?"

"I don't think I can bear the thought of going back to sleep, Gil. Do you think we can go for a walk? I know it's early, but I think I need some fresh air and a change of scenery." Sara reached up to touch his cheek and Grissom nuzzled her hand.

"We can do whatever you like, Sara. I only want you to be happy. Should I brew some coffee, or would you like to get a latte?" Grissom asked as they walked arm in arm back to the bedroom.

"A latte sounds like just the thing right now." Sara stopped in the doorway and kissed Grissom lightly on the mouth. "I doubt I deserve you Gil." She paused a moment before continuing "I hope you realize how much I love you." Then she turned and quickly got dressed.

A/N As I finished the last few chapters of VR Trakowski's "Halfway to the Moon" I paid particular attention to how she handled dialogue. I hope you see some improvement.