Sunlight was streaming through the cracks that the curtains weren't covering of the window. Grissom slowly opened his eyes and ajusted to his surroundings. This wasn't his bedroom. He quickly remembered the occuring events that happened the night before. The phone call, the masked man, but worst of all, the state Sara was in. They seemed to be in the same position that they fell asleep in. Grissom's arms were wrapped around her body, and her left arm was wrapped around his waist.
Grissom layed there, not wanting to ever move. Not wanting this moment to end. He studied her face. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. All the worry that she sometimes carried around was visibly gone. He leaned in, and rested his head on top of her head. Griss closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply before dozing off once again.
A few hours later, Sara started stirring. When she opened her eyes and looked up, she was looking into the most handsome face. Grissom. She sighed, and snuggled closer toward him. Wait, she thought. Maybe he doesn't want this. Maybe he never meant any of this. She started pulling back a little, unsure of what to do from there. She moved slightly away from him.
"Sar, Come here," he mumbled, his eyes still closed. He pulled her back into the warmth of his body.
Sara sighed contently. Maybe I was wrong she thought. Maybe he wants this afterall.
"Are you feeling ok this morning?" he mumbled.
"I'm feeling much, much better." she sighed, and took in his smell.
"Thats good. Do you need anything? I can get you something if you want." she looked up and his blue eyes were staring back at her.
"How about I go take a shower. That.. man... made me feel so.. gross. And you can go make us breakfast. Make whatever you want"
"Ok, sounds good." His arms were still around her, and he gave her a small squeez before releasing her and getting up.
Sara trudged into the bathroom, and shut the door behind her. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. She turned on the shower. When she waited for it to get hot, she went to the sink to brush her teeth to get rid of her morning breath. When she was done, she hopped into the shower, letting the water fall all over her. She wanted to go fast, but she couldn't speed the comfort the warm water was giving to her as it was hitting her skin. She washed her hair with her favorite smelling shampoo, and used her favorite body wash.
She didn't want to keep Grissom, so she shut off the water and grabbed a towel.
Grissom was in the kitchen preparing pancakes and fruit when he heard the bathroom door open. Sara came out in just a towel, with her wet curly hair dripping down her face.
"Mmm, it smells delicious in here." she said
"I hope you like pancakes," Grissom replied with a grin.
"Are you kidding? They're my favorite. Just give me a second to get dressed and I'll be out in a second." she turned around and headed into the bedroom.
She couldn't help from smiling. Grissom looked so cute. His hair was ruffled from sleeping, and his shirt was halfway unbuttoned and untucked. She didn't know what to wear, so she decided to throw on some pajama shorts, and a random top that she found.spr She ran a brush threw her hair, and sprayed some of her fruity body spray. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen.
Grissom was setting the table when Sara came out. She wasn't even dressed up, and she still looked beautiful.
"Ready for some pancakes and fruit?" he asked smiling.
"Of course" she said. She started to make her way into the kitchen, but he stopped her.
"You sit. I'll serve you." he pushed her away and she went to sit down.
"Griss you didn't have to do all this you know. This is really sweet of you."
He brought out a tray with cut up fruit and whipped cream in the middle.
"Hope you dont mind that I used your fruit. Thought it might be a nice touch to breakfast." he walked back into the kitchen and came back in with two steaming cups of coffee in hand.
"Thank you so much. This is more than enough." Sara said, picking up a piece of pineapple and dipping it into the whip cream.
"And for the main course," he said walking back into the kitchen part of the room and coming back in with a steaming plate of perfectly cooked pancakes. He set them down on the table and took a seat. Sara sat there looking stunned.
"Where in the world did you learn how to cook like this?" she asked him laughing.
"Me and my mother always used to cook together. I guess I sort of love doing it." They both grabbed a pancake and put some syrup on them.
Sara bit into hers.
"MMM, this is soo good Griss. They're like fluffy, and.. well perfect"
"Thanks:)." he said back, taking another bite of pancake.
They continued to eat, barely talking any because they were so into the food. Before they knew it, all the food was gone.
"Wow, I never realized how hungry I was." Sara exclaimed sitting back into her chair.
"Me neither. That was quite a treat" Grissom said.
He went and got the coffee pot and brang it back in to refill their glasses. He sat down and stared into the coffee mug.
"So Sara, do you want to talk about what happened last night? I know you were pretty shaken up, so I dont want you to talk about anything you dont want to." He looked up to her and she was staring back at him.
"Well, I dont know. I was just so scared. I didn't know what he wanted, and then.. I dont know. It brang back some memories. I thought he was going to hit me Griss. It brought me back to my childhood when my father used to hit me." A tear rolled down her cheek.
Grissom reached over for her hand and held it.
"I dont know who he was, but let me tell you, that little ba stard will be going behind bars. I just couldn't stand seeing you like that." he looked worriedly at her.
"I'll be ok," she sniffed. He handed her a tissue with his free hand.
They sat there for a few minutes without saying much. Grissom didn't want to say alot because he didn't want to start making her cry again.
"Hey, I have an idea. How about we take the night off tonight. I want to bring you somewheres" he checked his watch. It was close to 12 noon.
