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Chapter 21

'Sara, do you remember any of the other guys, anything about what happened to you?'

Sara just shook her head and leaned in for another kiss. "And who am I to refuse her?" he thought.

His hand reached out to stroke the side of her face. It felt like Velvet under his fingers. He loved that feeling. Her hands gripped his biceps as his hand strayed further, entangling itself in her silky hair. His lips felt drawn to her's. When they touched, he could feel a tingling reaching from his throat to his groin. The kiss deepened as she opened her lips to welcome his tongue into her warm, inviting mouth. Grissom could feel, more than hear, her low moan of longing.

They were interrupted by the doctor coming back into the room.

'Sorry, if I was interrupting something, but I thought you'd like to know Miss Sidle may go home tomorrow if she does not work until she gets her memory back, and there is someone to look after her all the time.' The doctor looked directly at Grissom when he made that last remark, in return he gave a smile and nodded.

'Well, I'll deal with the paperwork then.' The doctor left that room, traces of his blushing still evident from the intrusion.

'But, Grissom. Don't get me wrong. I want to get out of here but you have to work and I cannot remember anyone else, at least not yet.'

'Sara, you're more important than work. I had my vacation coming up anyway.'

'Are you sure?'

'Of course Sara. Besides, Cath will enjoy the chance to be in charge for a week.

Sara took this information in, and couldn't disguise the look of shock on her face. I mean here was someone claiming to be a friend and by Grissom's own omission, she just wanted to be in charge.

Grissom could see the wheels turning in her brain. 'Sara, I was just joking with that last comment.'

'Oh. Sorry, it's just.'

'You've got nothing to be sorry for.'

'Can you tell me about them.'

'Nick, Cath and Warrick?'

'Yes'

'Well, Cath is a mother, her daughter's name is Lindsay. She's a former stripper and her sense of humour is well..a little different. Warrick is a former gambler. He's a good friend to you, very smart. He likes kids a lot. Nick is from Texas, he eats meat, which is always a teasing point between you two. He's probably the closest thing you've got to a brother, and you're his little sister.'

Sara continued to ask questions about everything well into the night. They talked about Vegas, California, what Grissom knew about her. Everything except why she was in here, everything except Felton.

The day After

Grissom took Sara back to his place. He had realized that the night before they had not mentioned Felton or Justin. He had to tell her, she couldn't just remember them and what had happened to her out of the blue. The problem was he didn't even know exactly what Felton had done to her, if she asked questions, he wouldn't be able to answer them. She would be left to imagine awful things because neither of them knew the truth. He wondered what was worse. She needs fair warning. But how do I tell her?

Sara put down the clothes Grissom had gotten from her place in his bedroom..our bedroom. Grissom was getting some food for them, she hadn't eaten anything at the hospital, she doubted that a child in a third world country would eat that food. Something was bothering her though. Her body remembered only two emotions, pure love for the man who was in the house with her, caring for her, and loving her back.

And pure hate, but she did not know who this hate was directed at. It could be anyone. Sara tried desperately to push it to the back of her mind, not before coming to the conclusion that whoever that hatred was directed at, was probably the reason why she couldn't remember. She pushed her worries to the back of head, and convinced herself to be normal, whatever that was. I loathe this. Have I been here before? Have I slept with him before? Sara looked down at the bed and could not help but form an idea. Well if I can't remember, even if it's temporary, I should make new memories. I doubt Grissom will mind helping me. A sensual smile lingered on her lips, and she removed her shoes. (When Grissom returned to the bedroom with her plate of food, he was surprised to find the room seemingly empty.

"Sara, where are you?" he called, perplexed.

"Turn around and you'll see me." He jumped a little, startled by the voice behind his back. He was even more startled after he turned. There was Sara, wrapped in a sheet. And only a sheet, from what he could see.

"Uh, Sara . . . ?" he whispered. "What's up?"

"I can't remember anything, but I want to make new memories. I only want to think about you . . . about us. Can you help me do that?" she replied with a sweet smile.

His eyes swept over her, taking in the choclatey brown hue of her hair,her big brown eyes now wide with desire, her luscious lips, and felt his body responding. But his concern for her physical well-being was forefront in his mind.

"Are you sure? I mean, you just got out of the hospital. You should probably be resting . . ."

Sara walked over to him and took the plate from his hand, setting it down on the nearby dresser. Turning back to him, she cupped his cheek with her hand, unconsciously mimicing a move she had made years before. He caught his breath at the memory, wondering if she remembered as well. Slowly she stroked his face, staring into the beautiful blue eyes all the while. She leaned forward and placed a long, slow, sweet kiss on his mouth. His knees suddenly felt weak. His own hands slid around her waist for support, as the room started to spin. After several minutes, Sara broke contact.

"I'm sure." was all she said, as she led him towards the bed.

The Next Morning

~ ~ ~ ~ Sara woke up. She lay in bed, a feeling of happiness flowing over her. Why was she so happy? She only had to look over at the other side of the bed to answer that question. Grissom lay there, sleeping heavily after his exertions of the night before. Her own body ached, but she didn't mind. She cuddled next to Grissom, molding her body to his, as sleep overtook her. Memories of the night before began to filter through her mind - the roughness of his 5-o'clock shadow against her face, the taste of his mouth on hers, the gentleness of his hands cupping her mound, bringing her to climax. And then the memory of his mounting her, his hardness delving deep into her, causing them both to gasp in surprise at the feelings. She smiled at the memories as she slipped back into slumber.

Sara next awoke with a start some several minutes later. Her breathing was heavy. She sat up in confusion. Where was she? She looked around and noticed her clothes had been torn and thrown hapharzedly across the room. She noticed some bruises on her arms, they looked old but she couldn?t be sure, and the scratch marks. She felt completely vulnerable.

Then the memories hit her. The ripped shirt that had come off the night before triggered the first memories, of Felton ripping open her shirt.

Sara's breathing increased ten-fold, her eyes darted, hands traveled across her body in a defensive gesture. Why do I have to remember this? ~ ~ ~ ~

Grissom woke up. The figure next to him was sitting upright, her body language ? not quite readable. Grissom?s first thought was that she regretted it, that was the worst thing he could imagine. Until he saw the fear in her eyes, he knew that that look could not be from him. He sat up quickly, gently searching Sara for answers through his eyes and body.

'Sara. Talk to me.'

'He, he was so'

'Felton?' Sara nodded. Her eyes were still darting around the bedroom. Her hands protecting her chest. Grissom could see she was remembering. He held her in his arms and almost instantly the trembling stopped. After several minutes he spoke.

'What did he do?'

'He was going to. To', I say this so often at work, I never thought I would have to say it like this though, 'He touched me. He ripped open my shirt and..'

'It's ok Sara'. Grissom said soothingly, holding her, smoothing her hair, planting tiny kisses on her neck and face.

'He didn't though. You got there in time. He didn't.'

Sara pulled away from the embrace. At first Grissom panicked but when he realized that she just wanted to look him in the eyes he calmed.

There was an unspoken knowledge that together, they were ok. That together they were perfect. It wasn't going to be easy, but nothing in life ever was, especially love. They loved each other, and like so many other time in their lives, they didn't need to say it out loud to know that it was true. ~ ~ ~ ~