The second that Sara awoke she knew that something was not right. No, it
didn't feel wrong, it felt different. Maybe it was the fact that what she
lay on was definitely not her bed. Maybe it was that she couldn't remember
anything about last night. Or maybe it was the fact that what she lay on
was moving, no, scrap that, what she was laying on was breathing.
When this realisation had registered her eyes flicked open quickly to reveal the sweetest sight she had ever seen.
Grissom's head was tilted slightly to the side, resting on his shoulder. His eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open a little. His salt and pepper curls were showing their amazing ability to defy gravity. All in all, Sara couldn't believe that the man sleeping quietly on her couch was Gil Grissom, she had never seen him this relaxed.
Wait a minute, lying on her couch?
One quick look around the room convinced her that this was indeed her living room and her furniture, but the most worrying thing of all was that she couldn't think of one explanation why Grissom would be asleep next to her. She took an extra few minutes to steal glances at him, reasoning with herself that there would never be another chance to see him this innocent, with all of his guards down.
It was only then she noticed the tearstains that ran in two lines down his face.
She started to panic. "Oh God, what did I say last night?" she whispered shakily, tucking a stay curl behind his ear with one hand.
This said, Grissom began to stir. He screwed up his face and mumbled something that she couldn't quite hear. She smiled in spite of the odd situation.
The hand around Sara's hip tightened its grip as Grissom rolled over and stretched. He opened his eyes suddenly, as if only just realising where he was. He met Sara's confused gaze and found it hard to look away.
He stared.
When this realisation had registered her eyes flicked open quickly to reveal the sweetest sight she had ever seen.
Grissom's head was tilted slightly to the side, resting on his shoulder. His eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open a little. His salt and pepper curls were showing their amazing ability to defy gravity. All in all, Sara couldn't believe that the man sleeping quietly on her couch was Gil Grissom, she had never seen him this relaxed.
Wait a minute, lying on her couch?
One quick look around the room convinced her that this was indeed her living room and her furniture, but the most worrying thing of all was that she couldn't think of one explanation why Grissom would be asleep next to her. She took an extra few minutes to steal glances at him, reasoning with herself that there would never be another chance to see him this innocent, with all of his guards down.
It was only then she noticed the tearstains that ran in two lines down his face.
She started to panic. "Oh God, what did I say last night?" she whispered shakily, tucking a stay curl behind his ear with one hand.
This said, Grissom began to stir. He screwed up his face and mumbled something that she couldn't quite hear. She smiled in spite of the odd situation.
The hand around Sara's hip tightened its grip as Grissom rolled over and stretched. He opened his eyes suddenly, as if only just realising where he was. He met Sara's confused gaze and found it hard to look away.
He stared.