I'm not thrilled with this one. I just started writing and allowed my muse to take me where it did. So please let me know what you think. This chapter is sort of a filler chapter. Next chapter will be Sara's first meeting with her therapist.

And I'm sorry for the wait. My grandmother passed away unexpectedly. She suffered a stroke and I had the unfortunate chance of being the one to find her. So I've been dealing with that. ANYWAY! Here we go!

Disclaimer: Still not mine. Wishful thinking that they are.

And in the morning, we will start your healing.

Sleep evaded Grissom that night. He laid there in their bed, one arm draped over her hips and the other tucked under her head. His finger tips drawing feather light circles upper arm as he looked over to her. Her eyes twitched in her sleep. He knew she was dreaming and from the movements, it wasn't a pleasant dream. In the days and weeks since Sara's kidnapping, her body had physically healed. The sunburn had faded to a slight tan, bringing out the freckles on her face and arms. The cuts and scraps had scabbed over and disappeared, while the bruises had turned to an unpleasant yellow before fading completely. Even her arm had healed, no longer needing the plaster cast to protect it. Yet, her mind was still lost in the dark night of the desert. Still wondering, still searching for her way back home. Back to herself.

As the sun started to peek under and around the black out curtains that hung in the bedroom, Grissom slowly eased himself from bedside Sara. He didn't want to wake her. She had slept through the night, never waking from whatever nightmare haunted her dreams. He slipped into their bathroom and did his business before turning to the sink. He quickly and as quietly as he could, washed his face and brushed his teeth. He didn't want to wake Sara just yet. She needed her sleep. Moving back into the bedroom he walked to the bed. Making sure that she was covered and placed a gentle kiss to the top of her head with a whispered "I love you" before heading towards the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast.

Once in the kitchen, Grissom turned on the stereo, turning the volume down as to make sure Sara didn't wake. He didn't like loud music anyway. It was background noise, nothing more. Filling the coffee maker with fresh water and coffee grounds, he left it to brew and made his way up the stairs to the sitting area, grabbing the folder Ecklie had given Sara. He took it with him back down to the kitchen to look over as he waited. As the coffee brewed, Grissom opened the folder, taking out the list of names and some of the packets-never touching the personal information about her leave and time off. His eyes scanned the names as he looked for one he recognized and had heard of. Licking his lips, he turned his head towards the bedroom. Listening for any sounds that his lover was awake. Not hearing the shuffling of feet, he knew he had some time. Grabbing the paper, the aging CSI made his way to his home office to look up some of the names on the list so that he would be more informed to help Sara find someone she would feel comfortable talking to.

Hank made his way from where he had been sleeping on his dog bed and followed his human into the office. He gave a small whine, wanting to go out and eat, as he walked over and placed his head on Grissom's leg.

"Soon. It's still too early." Grissom patted the K9 on the head as he waited for the laptop to load.

Back in the bedroom, Sara gave a soft groan and reached out towards Grissom's side, seeking the warmth his body supplied to her during the night. Her brow furrowed finding his side cold and empty. She turned her head slowly, lifting a hand to rub the remaining sleep for her eyes and checked the bedside clock. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, Sara swung her legs over the side of the mattress. Stretching out her back muscles, the brunette ran her fingers through sleep tossed hair and stood. Inhaling, she could smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen.

Sara didn't know the last time she had slept through the night. It was definitely before her kidnapping. Pushing herself up from the bed, Sara made her way into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and ran her brush through her hair, attempting to smooth down the mess until she showered. She grabbed her silk robe off the back of the door and went to look for the man that she had come home for. Padding out of the bedroom, she made her way to the kitchen. She frowned finding it empty but the coffee finished brewing. Grabbing two mugs from their rack, Sara made her coffee the way she liked it before making Grissom his. She took a long sip, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the first sip of the hot liquid. Grabbing the other mug, Sara went in search of Grissom.

It didn't take long for Sara to find Grissom. If he wasn't in the kitchen or in their bedroom, there was normally one other place he would be, his office. She stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she watched him. His eyes scanning the webpage that he had pulled up. He was so engrossed in whatever he was looking at, he hadn't noticed Sara. Taking a sip of her coffee, she made her way over to the desk and placed his mug down.

"Here."

Her voice caused his eyes to drift from the screen and pulled his attention to the woman standing before him.

"What are you looking at?" She asked tilting her head slightly to see what he had pulled up on the screen before him.

"Thanks." He replied as he looked at her as if for the first time noticing the subtle changes that had occurred over weeks following her kidnapping. She looked withdrawn and thinner, her eyes dimmer as if the light that once flickered behind them had gone out. It tore at Grissom's heart that he hadn't noticed until now.

"Hmm," he blinked looking to the screen and back to her. "I was looking up some of the names from Ecklie." He wanted to be honest with her. He did not want any more secrets between them. "I wanted to see what others had to say about them, look up their publications."A small shrug. "I wanted to help you find someone whom you'd be comfortable talking to. Someone who will be able to help you."

Sara couldn't be mad at him. She knew he had her best interests at heart and that right now, he needed to feel like he was being helpful as she worked through her issues and the darkness the engulfed her, keeping her from moving on with her life...their life. Giving him a small smile, she gave a nod and moved around to the side of the desk as he pushed his chair back from the desk, giving her room to sit on his lap.

"Let's look together."