ANTI-STUPID part 14

SPOILERS- Empty Eyes

AN- Many Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed the previous chapters, you are all wonderful. Am feeling a lot better now so hopefully the story will carry on at a faster pace now. Anyway on with this chapter. ENJOY.

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Grissom slowly led Sara away from the break room, his hand on the small of her back. There was no need for words; he just knew what Sara needed. He led the way to his car, Sara silent beside him, letting him lead her. Grissom paused by the passenger side of the car and reached into his pants pocket. He silently opened the car door and helped Sara inside. He watched as she reached for the seat belt and did it up. His face was serious as he closed the door and then he hurried around to the driver's side. Once he was sat in his seat he turned to Sara and carefully ran a finger down the side of her face.

Sara turned towards him, her eyes full of unshed tears.

"Let's go home," Grissom said gently, a small smile on his sad face. He hated it when cases affected Sara and this one had hit her harder than any had in a very long time.

Sara gave him a small nod and turned back to stare out of the windscreen, not really seeing anything though. All she could see was Cammy struggling to live and then dying in Sara's arms.

"Okay," Grissom quietly told her as he turned and started the car.

The journey was spent in silence, Grissom taking frequent glances at Sara, concern etched on his face. Twenty minutes later Grissom pulled into the garage. He switched off the cars engine and quickly made his way around to Sara's door. He helped her out and quietly led her inside the house and into the living room.

"I'll go and run you a bath," he told her as he led her to the couch. Before he left he gave her shoulder a small squeeze and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "I won't be a moment."

Sara gave another small nod and then carried on staring into space, her mind miles away.

Grissom hurried up the stairs and into their en-suite bathroom where he set about running the bath for Sara. When it was three quarters full of warm water he carefully dripped in some lavender oil. He gave the water a quick swirl to dispense the oil, and then wiped his hands on a nearby towel.

Grissom made his way back downstairs to Sara. He moved to her side and held out his hand.

"Come on Honey, the bath is all ready for you." He told her as he led her upstairs.

Once there, he silently helped Sara to undress and then he led her into the bathroom. Grissom watched as she climbed into the bath and lay back letting the warm water and lavender soothe her.

"I'll just be in the bedroom, call me if you need anything."

Sara turned towards Grissom and gave him a tired smile.

"Thank you. I'll be okay," she whispered.

Grissom gave her a small smile in return.

"I know you will, Honey,"

Grissom turned and walked into their bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. He just sat there thinking about the nights events, if only he hadn't called Sara in but he hadn't had much choice with the report of six dead girls.

Then again, the world is full of if only's; he thought as he stood up and pulled down the covers on the bed. He silently closed the blinds and walked back to the bathroom.

"Let's get you out of there and into bed." He told Sara as he held out a warm towel to wrap her in.

Sara looked up at him and she silently stood up and climbed out of the bath. Grissom wrapped her in the towel and pulled her into his arms. Sara tiredly slipped her arms around his waist and laid her head onto his shoulder.

"I'm so tired Gil," she said in a small voice.

"I know. Let's get you into bed."

Grissom walked into the bedroom, his arms still around Sara. Once they were next to the bed, he stripped the towel away and carefully dried her. He then handed over her crop top and shorts. Sara quickly got into them and slipped between the cool sheets. Grissom pulled the covers up over her and bent down and kissed her gently.

"Get some sleep, I'll be up soon. Love you," he told her as he slowly moved towards the door.

"Love you too," Sara said as she huddled down underneath the covers.

Grissom watched her from the doorway for a moment and then shut the door and made his way downstairs. With a sigh he walked into the kitchen and reached into the top cupboard and pulled down the bottle of Scotch that was stored there. He poured himself some and downed it one. He sighed again as he lowered the glass and leant back against the counter top. He wasn't sure how long it was that he stood there but it was a while. He was startled by a knock at the front door. With a surprised look Grissom made his way to answer it.

"Jim! What's wrong?" Grissom asked, startled to see Jim Brass stood on his doorstep.

"Hey Gil," Jim said as he leant against the door frame. "You know where Sara is? She took it hard tonight."

Grissom gave a heavy sigh and pulled the door open wider so that Jim could walk in.

"You'd better come in,"

Jim gave him a puzzled look as he entered the town house. Grissom shut the door behind him.

"Scotch?" he asked as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Sure," Jim answered as he followed Grissom. "So was Sara okay at the end of shift?" Jim asked as he took a seat at the kitchen table, looking around the room as he did.

Grissom joined him, placing the bottle and glasses on the table in front of them. He sighed as he reached for the glass, twirling the amber liquid around in it.

"She wasn't good Jim. It has hit her hard." He said, turning to look at his friend.

Jim took a sip of his drink and looked at Grissom over the top of his glass.

"Do you know where she is? I swung by her apartment but it looks deserted."

"Yes, I know where she is," Grissom smirked.

"Well? Look I just want to know that she's okay, I'm not going to go around giving her hassle."

Grissom took a sip of his drink and paused deep in thought as to how much to tell his friend.

What the hell, he thought.

"She's here, hopefully fast asleep by now." He told him a smile spreading over his face, enjoying the look of shock on Jim's face.

"Here? As in here in your town house?" Jim said taking another drink of his scotch. "Man, I need a refill."

Grissom pushed the bottle across the table.

"Help yourself. And it's our townhouse, not just mine any more."

"Oh," Jim paused as he refilled his glass. "So you and Sara, huh?"

"Yes Jim, me and Sara." Grissom was starting to enjoy himself, it felt good to finally tell someone about himself and Sara.

Jim smiled at his friend and raised his glass to him.

"I'm glad. You two are good together." He then swallowed down his drink and placed the empty glass down on the table.

"Thanks Jim. We're happy." Grissom smiled back at his friend.

"Good, well now I know that Sara is okay I'll be going. Just take care of her, okay,"

"I will do, she is my everything." Grissom stood up and followed Jim down the hallway. "Oh and Jim?"

Jim stopped at the front door and turned to look at Grissom.

"Yeah?"

"We're married," Grissom chuckled at the look of amazement on Jim's face.

"Oh. Okay. Um. Wow." Was all that Jim could mange to splutter.

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AN- Many Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, I'm sure you know the drill by now, leave me a review as it helps me to get it right ( and let's me know that you are enjoying the story). I will warn you all this little story is coming to a close only four more chapters to go. Sorry.