OK, maybe a little bit overdramatic but nm hey? look at the fluffy side of it instead
Grissom awoke and for a second seemed to relive the night when Sara had left and felt a cold fear grip his heart for heart for fear she had left again, dimly his confused mind registered a steady breathing and his arms rising and falling slightly, in time with the breathing and he became of the body his arms were wrapped around and opened his eyes to see Sara, still asleep and wrapped in his arms.
He squeezed her tightly for a moment, as though convincing himself she were really there before relaxing again and simply holding her gently, aware of her arm resting on top of his.
He lost track of how long he lay there with her silently, he hadn't been asleep that long but felt refreshed and felt alive again and knew it was because Sara had returned to him, he simply lay there with her, listening to her breathing, thinking about what he needed to tell her when she woke up, what he could make her for breakfast, if she'd want a drawer, which drawer he should clear out for her. Things he had barely thought about before, clearing drawers out was what other people did, he'd never done it, but there again he had never worried about what to make someone for breakfast before either.
He became aware of her murmuring something and sat up slightly to look at her face and saw she was still asleep, her eyes roving wildly, getting distressed, trying to turn away and rolling in his arms, she suddenly awoke as her eyes flew open with a gasp before breathing heavily and turning to him and sitting up.
She saw him and suddenly grabbed hold of his shirt and clung to it, sobbing into his chest, he placed his arms around her and held her close, rocking her softly, murmuring bits of nothing in her ear until she calmed down. He'd never been good at comforting people, unable to simply be there and always saying the wrong thing if he said anything, but with Sara it seemed natural, almost instinctive, he knew how to console her and to calm her down, and barely realised that it was second nature to him already.
Eventually the sobs subsided and she glanced up at him with her tear-stained face.
She lay back down, pulling him with her and pulled his arms back around her, laying spoon-fashion together. Grissom moved his head closer so that he could speak quietly and she could hear, but before he could say anything she spoke.
"It was horrible. I couldn't do anything, I normally hate the fact that I get there too late to do anything, but been there at the time doesn't make it any better, you can't alter things, it only makes them worse." She paused for breath but seemed unable to find words to resume with. Grissom squeezed her again for a moment reassuring.
"Tell me everything."
And surprisingly she did.
She told him plainly and didn't try to hide from him when she was scared, when she was relieved, when she'd been lost and hadn't known what to do, how when she'd been lost the only option there seemed to be was to come back and see him.
She told him how the family and slowly been tracking down all the other witnesses in the order they'd appeared in the trial and that the feds were always on-step behind and that they'd warned her that they knew where she was. That there had been no point in running as they would just follow her, she had seen how little faith they had that they would get caught before they got Sara, how they'd almost recruited her when she noticed evidence they left when they'd been outside her new apartment.
The tears ran freely and she didn't try to hide them as she told Grissom about how they'd come bursting into the house one night, when the FBI were nearby but not ready, how one of them had had her on the floor holding a knife to her throat when the man had been shot, how he'd collapsed on top of her and she hadn't been able to lift him, the knife still lying cold against her chest, simply laying waiting for somebody to pull him off her and help her up.
She had told him everything on the surface, but everything else lay below the surface heard by both but spoken by neither.
That while she'd felt lost and helpless and knew that while going away had apparently been going to save her life, it wasn't a life worth saving if she couldn't see the team everyday and Grissom wasn't there with her, she'd glimpsed a life with him and now the prospect of a life without him was no life.
It was like all the colour had been sucked from the world, leaving her seeing only greys, like any food she ate might as well have been cardboard for what she could taste.
She wouldn't have been able to put it into words anyway.
He simply held her quietly and was there for her, nothing needed saying and there was in fact nothing he could say.
Instead he lay there with her until she had regained enough strength to move and truth be told would've been happy for her to stay there in his arms forever.
