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CHAPTER 10

Grissom was currently sitting in his office going over that night's work. He was trying really hard to concentrate on what he was doing, but was having a hard time. He couldn't stop thinking about his night under the stars with Sara. He was getting to the highlight of the evening when his phone rang.

"Grissom." He said as he answered.

"Gil, it's Jim. We've got a 419 out at Desert State Psychiatric Hospital." Brass stated.

"Okay I'll be there in forty minutes." He said as he hung up. He grabbed his clip board and made his way to the break room. Once he walked in his eyes immediately found Sara's and they locked looks for a moment before Grissom finally spoke.

"Ok, we don't have much tonight, so Sophia and Greg you two are in the lab catching up on paper work and helping with any evidence Sara and I collect. Sara you're with me, so grab your stuff and meet me in my office in five minutes." He turned and left the room.

"Man that bites. I hate doing paperwork." Greg complained as he went for the coffee pot.

"It's all part of the job Greggo, get used to it." Sara said as she left the room. She was happy to be working with Grissom and not stuck in the lab.

Sara was not thrilled when Grissom told her where they were going. She hated hospitals; and mental hospitals even more. She was doing her best to handle the case and remain professional, but it was trying. An inmate by the name of Robbie Garson had been suffocated with a pillow and then had his head smashed. Currently another inmate, Adam Trent, had confessed to beating Robbie, but in his confession mentioned nothing about smothering him. This had lead Sara and Grissom to believe he was covering for someone else and evidence was starting to suggest a nurse, Joanne McKay.

They were currently looking around the nurse's station to see if they could find more evidence. Grissom was trying to get into the desk, but couldn't.

"I'm going to find someone who can open these drawers." He said.

"Okay." Sara replied. Grissom left and Sara continued to look around.

"Hey." She heard a voice from behind and immediately knew it wasn't Grissom's. She turned and saw it was Adam.

"Are you a spiritual person?" He asked as he closed and locked the door.

"Sometimes." Sara replied.

"Do you believe everything happens for a reason? That bad things are there to teach us a cosmic lesson? You know maybe all are problems can be cured by tuning into a higher frequency." Adam continued to speak. Sara was trying to remain calm and reached behind her to grab a needle that was on the desk. "There's this one guy I read he believes that illness, anxiety, and fear all occur when people vibrate at ten thousand cycles a second."

He kept approaching Sara as he spoke and once he was close enough she tried to stab him with the needle, but he grabbed her and brought her to the ground. She tried to fight back, but stopped once she felt something sharp at her throat. Adam spoke. "If we could just get up to a hundred thousand cycles per second, they would be in the realm of sound, light, and spirit and everything would be just fine." Sara shook her head and agreed with him.

"You know what I think," he said, "I'm just vibrating at the wrong frequency."

Just then an orderly and Grissom returned to the station to find it locked. Grissom went to the window and looked in to see what was going on and couldn't believe what he was looking at. Fear immediately struck him. Sara saw Grissom at the window and couldn't take her eyes off of him, pleading with him to help.

"Oh dear god. Open the door." Grissom stated to the orderly, not losing eye contact with Sara.

"I can't." He said as he tired.

"Just open the door." Grissom said again. He could see Sara was scared and he wanted to get her out of there. "Please open the door." He said again to orderly a little more forceful than last.

Adam was beginning to get agitated and told Sara to keep her eyes on the floor. Suddenly Nurse McKay came running into view yelling for Adam to stop. He reacted to her and let go of Sara, at which point she pushed him and went running for the door. Adam then took the ceramic shard to his own throat. Grissom stood there and watched as Sara went flying past him to the end of the hall and then he looked back at the scene with Adam.

Grissom gave Sara a moment and then went to her. She was facing the window when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Grissom asked. Sara turned and saw he was really concerned.

"I'm fine." She said as she leaned against the wall. She stood there for awhile before she spoke again. "When my father died my mother came to a place like this for awhile for evaluation. It looked the same, it smelled the same. It smelled like lies."

"You sure you're okay?" Grissom asked again.

"Crazy people do make me feel crazy." She replied and tried to laugh it off.

"If you want, I can have someone take your place." He offered. His voice was so gentle and caring.

"I appreciate that. I do, I really do, but I kind of made a decision beyond that and I really want to finish this case." Suddenly Nurse McKay came running over accusing them of disrupting things and blaming them for the attack. To Sara that sounded like talk from a guilty person.

Grissom and Sara continued on with the case and found that Joanne McKay was Adam Trent's controlling mother, who had replaced her dead husband with her young son. It explained Adam's mental and violent condition and why he started having a sexual relationship with the victim. This had outraged Joanne and she killed Robbie.

At the end of shift Sara was so exhausted she left without saying good night to Grissom. She really just wanted some time alone, mostly impart because she was used to handling a bad day on her own and not turning to someone for support. She was on autopilot and did what came naturally.

An hour after the end of shift, Grissom went looking for Sara and couldn't find her any where. He thought it was odd she hadn't stopped by to say she was leaving, but figured there must have been a reason. He decided he would stop off at her apartment on the way home and make sure she really was okay.

Sara had just gotten out of the shower when she heard a knock at the door. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, but she figured it was probably Grissom and should answer it. She put her robe on and made her way to the door.

"Hey." She said as she opened it.

"Hey, can I come in?" Grissom asked.

Sara moved aside and let him enter.

"Can I get you anything?" She asked.

"Tea would be great if you have it." He responded.

"Sure thing." She said as she entered the kitchen. Grissom watched her for a moment and could see there was something wrong. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Sara just stood there enjoying the feel of his hug, trying hard not to break down.

"Sara you don't have to go through this alone." He whispered in her ear. "Please talk to me."

Sara turned around in his arms and saw just how much he cared. He was right. She didn't have to go through this on her own.

"Why don't you finish the tea and I'll go get dressed. Then I promise I will sit down and talk." She said.

"Deal." He said.

Sara returned wearing track pants and a tank top, to find Grissom sitting on the couch with two cups of tea. She sat down beside him and he reached out put his arm around her.

"I'm not used to this." She finally said.

"I know. Me either, but the main thing is that we work through it together." He said.

"I guess this case just got to me more than I thought it would. I really believed I could handle the out come, but when it became clear that Joanne was Adam's mother…" She couldn't finish her thought. "I don't know, it just amazes me what mothers can do to their children in the name of love. They think they are protecting or not hurting them, but in actuality they are doing more damage then good. Adam Trent could have been a normal person if only his mother had known it was wrong to turn her son into her husband." She leaned forward to grab her tea; she took a drink and then looked at Grissom. "When I saw you standing at that window all I could think was this is it, I've finally got him and now it's over."

"I know honey. I was thinking the same thing. I felt so helpless standing at that door." He said as he lightly stroked her arm.

"You did all you could do, Gil. You didn't take your eyes off of me and I needed that. And I needed this now. Thank you for coming over." She said.

"Any time." He replied.

The two sat on the couch for a half an hour not talking, but just enjoying the comfort they gave one another. Sara was starting to get tired, but didn't want the coziness to end.

"Gil?" Sara said.

"Hmm." He replied. Sara could tell that he was also sleepy.

"Do you remember when I asked you if you would sleep with me, so you could be there when I wake up in the middle of the night?" She questioned.

"How could I forget." He replied quietly.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?" She asked.

Grissom stood up and pulled Sara with him. "Come on." He said as he led her to the bedroom.

Sara pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed. Grissom did the same once he stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers. He very tenderly draped his arm over Sara and pulled her into his body. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and in no time the two drifted off to sleep.

Sara awoke to the feeling of something pressing on her stomach. She opened her eyes and glanced down to see an arm holding her down and suddenly remembered she had asked Grissom to spend the night. She gently rolled over so she was face to face with him and watched how peaceful he looked. She continued to watch him for another fifteen minutes when his eyes began to slowly open.

"Hello." He said.

"Hi." She replied.

"How long have you been watching me?" He asked with a smile.

"Not long. You look very cute when you're asleep." She returned the smile.

"Hmm, you look very cute when you're awake." He replied as he captured her in a kiss.

As the kiss deepened, Grissom pulled her closer to his body and started running his hand up and down her back. Sara began stoking the back of his neck as her tongue wrestled with his, neither really caring about morning breath. Suddenly, Grissom rolled the two of them so Sara was on her back, her shirt lifting a little in the process. It wasn't long before his hand sought out her bare belly and began caressing her, each stroke causing her tank top to lift more and more until Grissom's hand lightly brushed the soft flesh under her breast. The sudden knowledge that he was so close to flicking his thumb across her nipple made him stop his movements and look at her. Sara was confused as to why he halted.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing's wrong. It's just that I want the moment to be right for our first time." He replied as he pulled her shirt down.

"Well the moment was feeling pretty right to me." She said as she glanced down to his groin. Grissom blushed as he looked down at his tenting boxers.

"But I know what you mean," Sara continued as she brought his face up to look at her, "We'll both know when the time feels right and as much as I would like it to be now, it isn't."

"Thank you." Grissom said as he gave her a small peck on her lips. "Now do you by any chance have an extra toothbrush?"

TBC

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