Love Comes Softly



Disclaimers: This title actually belongs to the Janette Oke book with the same name, but I'm sure she won't mind that I used it. This story is mine and only mine!

Notes: Sorry, I just had to put them together...

Thanks: Tash! Thanks for reviewing this before I posted it, and for all the encouragement!



She woke slowly, the light breeze blowing her hair across her half- open eyes. She watched the sun through the window, a purple-pink haze lifting itself above the clouds. Hearing him stir beside her, she sighed softly, contented. She saw his arm automatically drape itself over her stomach. His voice was quiet, muffled slightly by sleepiness and the presence of the mattress directly underneath his mouth.

"Morning Cath."

"Morning." She said lightly, yawning and turning to face him. "How did you sleep?"

"Good." He replied. "Too good. I'm officially obsessed with this mattress."

She laughed, blinked twice and shuffled closer to him to give him a quick kiss. "That's great news."

"Oh, and why is that?" He asked, smiling slightly and running a finger across her cheek.

"Well, that means you'll be coming over more often." She said, and giggled when he raised an eyebrow.

"That's true, but it's not just because of the mattress." He said, and kissed her softly. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes in ecstacy. "You smell so good.."

"That reminds me, I should take a shower before we go." She crawled over him and out of bed, pretending to ignore the way he begged her to stay with him. Before she shut the door of the bathroom, she poked her head out and grinned at him. "Get dressed before Lindsey walks in and sees you like that."

"Right." He was suddenly wide awake, grabbing his pants from the ground and struggling to put them on. She laughed at him, but said nothing until he was done. "Any reason you're not showering?" He asked her.

"No... just... " She hesitated before saying, "Warrick?"

"Yeah?"

She stopped, shaking her head. "Nothing. I'll be out in five minutes." And she shut the door.



Grissom was waiting patiently in his office, today's newspaper spread out before him along with a glass of ice water and an orange. His dinner. Finally she appeared in the doorway, gave him a small wave and put a hand in her left pants pocket. "What's up?"

"Nothing much." He answered simply, trying not to react to what she was wearing. A blue tank top and tight jeans. Her hair was down, and the light breeze coming in through the window swept it across her face. "You look good tonight, hot date?"

She chuckled softly. "Sure. With Doc Robbins." Upon his surprised expression she held up her beeper. "He's got our body."

"Right." He stood up, carefully folding his newspaper and drinking the last of his water.

"You never ate your orange." She said, concern edging her face.

"Not hungry." He stated simply, picking the orange up and tossing it towards her. "You eat it."

"I had a heavy supper." She said, but caught the orange and placed it on one of the many shelves that lined the room. "Eat it later, OK?"

At first he shrugged, but once he looked up and saw her serious expression he nodded. "OK." They started to walk towards the morgue, but he stopped her with his hand on her shoulder. "Sara..." She read the lines in his face as exhaustion. As stress.

"What is it?"

"Say something to me. Anything." He requested, his fingers lightly massaging his temples. She frowned, but then realization dawned on her features and her eyes grew soft. "Turn your head away and say something."

She turned her head to look at the opposing wall and said, "I'm glad you noticed the way I'm dressed." She didn't look at him after she said it, but waited. She prayed to God he had heard her, that he wasn't deaf yet.

"Well, you do look very nice." He replied. She grinned and they continued to walk to the morgue.