Title: Fear
Author: CSIphile/Stepf
Notes: Heh, you will hate me at the end. Just saying. Also, the next
(and final) chapter will be posted this weekend sometime, I promise.
Thanks: Never ending ones to the readers, you make it all worth it!
The best beta's ever, Miss Meg and Adina.
Sara wearily enters the townhouse and seems relieved when Grissom guides her into the bedroom. Stripping off her jeans and sweater - leaving her in panties and a t-shirt - she walks to the bed; she says she can't believe how tired she feels. Grissom flinches as he watches her struggle slightly to pull the sweater over the bulky cast. He can see through the thin material of the white t-shirt the bandage, right under her breasts, covering the stitches from her surgery incision. Following closely behind her, he makes sure she is settled before sliding in fully dressed behind her.
"You need anything?" he whispers into her hair.
"Nope, just tired." She snuggles back into his form, feeling him wrap an arm around her, carefully avoiding her bandage. "Don't you have to go to work tonight?"
"No, I left the lab in Catherine's capable hands; they borrowed a guy from Ecklie's shift to cover for a while. I'm on call though."
"Mmmm..ok, good. Love you," she mumbles and allows the pain medication to pull her into sleep.
"Love you too, Sara." He holds her for a few minutes longer before giving in himself, making a note to try and wake up in an hour.
An hour and a half later he wakes up and regretfully gets out of bed.He had brought paperwork with him home; he had figured it would be a good distraction while she slept, plus it is a way to justify being away from work - not that he needed one.
Grabbing a bottle of water, Grissom walks over to the open bedroom door and looks in on her one more time before settling in at his table. Opening the first brown folder he sighs. What he wouldn't give to be back in bed with her, feeling her warm body next to his, smelling her freshly washed hair, running his fingers on her smooth skin. Those few days she was in the hospital were worse than he could have imagined. Granted, before they went to Sedona she rarely stayed at his place to sleep, it was their own way of staying together but separate. When they returned, however, she was at his place almost every night. Gil Grissom had slept his entire life alone, there were a few times when women would stay with him, but it wasn't the same. When those women left his bed he didn't care one way or the other, they were there or they weren't, he felt no need to ask them to stay. With Sara though, when she stayed in his life long enough, Grissom realized he never wanted to let her go. Waking up to a cold, lonely bed is no longer appealing to him; he needs her there with him. Those three days she was hospitalized were awful, he couldn't sleep, and every time he rolled over and didn't feel her there he was reminded that he could have easily lost her.
Shaking his head, he reminds himself that she is fine and breathing, currently in his bed. Reviewing the contents of the folder, he signs off on the last page and closes it, moving onto the next one.
Three long hours later he removes his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. He has completed all the backlogged paperwork and is looking forward to curling up with Sara again when his cell phone rings. Quickly snatching it up off the table next to him, Grissom looks at the display and frowns.
"Grissom."
"Hey its Cath, I hate to do this, but we caught an all-hands, multiple 419. Without Sara and Nick it's going to be tough as it is. Can I beg of you to come to the scene at least? Please? Otherwise we'll be there for days." Her voice holds a hint of desperation.
Grissom is silent for a moment as he walks into the bedroom and glances at Sara's sleeping form. Catherine is about to speak again when he starts.
"Yeah, ok. Where?" He walks into the kitchen and writes the address down quickly, making note that it's in Henderson.
"Thank you, Grissom. I owe you."
"It's ok, Cath, she's still sleeping anyway." He holds the phone with his shoulder while debating taking his gun. Finally making a decision, he snaps the firearm onto his belt.
"How is she feeling?" Catherine's voice takes on a motherly tone as she asks the question.
"Tired and sore, but ok." He rubs the bridge of his nose while talking. "I don't know what to do for her Catherine, I'm clueless."
"Just do what I told you before, be there for her. See you in a bit?"
"Yeah, I will be there in..fifteen minutes."
"Thanks again Gil, I really appreciate it."
"Sure," he responds quietly and hangs up the phone as he walks into the bedroom. As he enters, she rolls over and blinks against the harsh light coming in from the open door.
"Hey." Her voice coated with sleepiness, he can barely hear her.
"Hey, Catherine called. They got a major 419, all-hands. I agreed to help at the scene for a bit, unless you need me here." He sits on the edge of the bed and she rolls over and curls herself into him.
"No, go ahead. I'm not much fun tonight anyway; I can barely keep my eyes open."
"You sure?" He reaches out and pushes a lock of hair off her face.
"Yes, Grissom.I'm fine. Besides, I have my protection." Slowly she sits up and sucks in a breath when pain shoots through her chest. "Ouch, the pain meds from the hospital are wearing off."
"You want some?"
Sara considers this for a moment. She can't deny it hurts, but the Percoset makes her feel funny in addition to tired. On the other hand she will be sleeping the rest of the night anyway. "Yeah, that would be great, but just one for now. If I need another one, I'll take it later."
He leaves and returns shortly after a bottle of water and the prescription bottle in hand. Giving her the water, he opens the pill bottle and shakes out one, watching as she quickly downs it with about half the water.
"If you need me, I have my cell.."
"I know Gris, go. I will be fine for a few hours, really. Maybe by the time you get back I will actually be able to carry on a conversation like a normal person."
"Ok, love you."
"Love you too." She lies back on the pillows and watches as he leaves, closing the bedroom door as he goes.
Joey sits up when he hears a car engine start. Looking out the window he can't believe his luck, Grissom is leaving already. Now it's just a matter of getting the protection away. Thinking, he comes up with something. He isn't sure if it will work, but it's worth a try.
Grabbing his bag, Joey lets himself out the same way he came in, through the back door that all the houses in the complex have. Finding what he is looking for on the street perpendicular to Grissom's, Joey grabs the flashlight he found in the empty townhouse. Holding it in one hand, he swings the heavy object, smashing the window and setting off the Mercedes car alarm, and to insure he their attention, Joey moves to the next car and repeats the motion, setting off yet another alarm. That accomplished, he runs through the backyards, counting houses until he gets to Grissom's, the inky blackness hiding his movement and the car alarms covering his footsteps. Walking up to the door, Joey looks around, and seeing no one, quickly picks the lock, gaining access to the home, and Sara.
Author: CSIphile/Stepf
Notes: Heh, you will hate me at the end. Just saying. Also, the next
(and final) chapter will be posted this weekend sometime, I promise.
Thanks: Never ending ones to the readers, you make it all worth it!
The best beta's ever, Miss Meg and Adina.
Sara wearily enters the townhouse and seems relieved when Grissom guides her into the bedroom. Stripping off her jeans and sweater - leaving her in panties and a t-shirt - she walks to the bed; she says she can't believe how tired she feels. Grissom flinches as he watches her struggle slightly to pull the sweater over the bulky cast. He can see through the thin material of the white t-shirt the bandage, right under her breasts, covering the stitches from her surgery incision. Following closely behind her, he makes sure she is settled before sliding in fully dressed behind her.
"You need anything?" he whispers into her hair.
"Nope, just tired." She snuggles back into his form, feeling him wrap an arm around her, carefully avoiding her bandage. "Don't you have to go to work tonight?"
"No, I left the lab in Catherine's capable hands; they borrowed a guy from Ecklie's shift to cover for a while. I'm on call though."
"Mmmm..ok, good. Love you," she mumbles and allows the pain medication to pull her into sleep.
"Love you too, Sara." He holds her for a few minutes longer before giving in himself, making a note to try and wake up in an hour.
An hour and a half later he wakes up and regretfully gets out of bed.He had brought paperwork with him home; he had figured it would be a good distraction while she slept, plus it is a way to justify being away from work - not that he needed one.
Grabbing a bottle of water, Grissom walks over to the open bedroom door and looks in on her one more time before settling in at his table. Opening the first brown folder he sighs. What he wouldn't give to be back in bed with her, feeling her warm body next to his, smelling her freshly washed hair, running his fingers on her smooth skin. Those few days she was in the hospital were worse than he could have imagined. Granted, before they went to Sedona she rarely stayed at his place to sleep, it was their own way of staying together but separate. When they returned, however, she was at his place almost every night. Gil Grissom had slept his entire life alone, there were a few times when women would stay with him, but it wasn't the same. When those women left his bed he didn't care one way or the other, they were there or they weren't, he felt no need to ask them to stay. With Sara though, when she stayed in his life long enough, Grissom realized he never wanted to let her go. Waking up to a cold, lonely bed is no longer appealing to him; he needs her there with him. Those three days she was hospitalized were awful, he couldn't sleep, and every time he rolled over and didn't feel her there he was reminded that he could have easily lost her.
Shaking his head, he reminds himself that she is fine and breathing, currently in his bed. Reviewing the contents of the folder, he signs off on the last page and closes it, moving onto the next one.
Three long hours later he removes his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. He has completed all the backlogged paperwork and is looking forward to curling up with Sara again when his cell phone rings. Quickly snatching it up off the table next to him, Grissom looks at the display and frowns.
"Grissom."
"Hey its Cath, I hate to do this, but we caught an all-hands, multiple 419. Without Sara and Nick it's going to be tough as it is. Can I beg of you to come to the scene at least? Please? Otherwise we'll be there for days." Her voice holds a hint of desperation.
Grissom is silent for a moment as he walks into the bedroom and glances at Sara's sleeping form. Catherine is about to speak again when he starts.
"Yeah, ok. Where?" He walks into the kitchen and writes the address down quickly, making note that it's in Henderson.
"Thank you, Grissom. I owe you."
"It's ok, Cath, she's still sleeping anyway." He holds the phone with his shoulder while debating taking his gun. Finally making a decision, he snaps the firearm onto his belt.
"How is she feeling?" Catherine's voice takes on a motherly tone as she asks the question.
"Tired and sore, but ok." He rubs the bridge of his nose while talking. "I don't know what to do for her Catherine, I'm clueless."
"Just do what I told you before, be there for her. See you in a bit?"
"Yeah, I will be there in..fifteen minutes."
"Thanks again Gil, I really appreciate it."
"Sure," he responds quietly and hangs up the phone as he walks into the bedroom. As he enters, she rolls over and blinks against the harsh light coming in from the open door.
"Hey." Her voice coated with sleepiness, he can barely hear her.
"Hey, Catherine called. They got a major 419, all-hands. I agreed to help at the scene for a bit, unless you need me here." He sits on the edge of the bed and she rolls over and curls herself into him.
"No, go ahead. I'm not much fun tonight anyway; I can barely keep my eyes open."
"You sure?" He reaches out and pushes a lock of hair off her face.
"Yes, Grissom.I'm fine. Besides, I have my protection." Slowly she sits up and sucks in a breath when pain shoots through her chest. "Ouch, the pain meds from the hospital are wearing off."
"You want some?"
Sara considers this for a moment. She can't deny it hurts, but the Percoset makes her feel funny in addition to tired. On the other hand she will be sleeping the rest of the night anyway. "Yeah, that would be great, but just one for now. If I need another one, I'll take it later."
He leaves and returns shortly after a bottle of water and the prescription bottle in hand. Giving her the water, he opens the pill bottle and shakes out one, watching as she quickly downs it with about half the water.
"If you need me, I have my cell.."
"I know Gris, go. I will be fine for a few hours, really. Maybe by the time you get back I will actually be able to carry on a conversation like a normal person."
"Ok, love you."
"Love you too." She lies back on the pillows and watches as he leaves, closing the bedroom door as he goes.
Joey sits up when he hears a car engine start. Looking out the window he can't believe his luck, Grissom is leaving already. Now it's just a matter of getting the protection away. Thinking, he comes up with something. He isn't sure if it will work, but it's worth a try.
Grabbing his bag, Joey lets himself out the same way he came in, through the back door that all the houses in the complex have. Finding what he is looking for on the street perpendicular to Grissom's, Joey grabs the flashlight he found in the empty townhouse. Holding it in one hand, he swings the heavy object, smashing the window and setting off the Mercedes car alarm, and to insure he their attention, Joey moves to the next car and repeats the motion, setting off yet another alarm. That accomplished, he runs through the backyards, counting houses until he gets to Grissom's, the inky blackness hiding his movement and the car alarms covering his footsteps. Walking up to the door, Joey looks around, and seeing no one, quickly picks the lock, gaining access to the home, and Sara.