Part 15/?
The team decided to leave after Sara had fallen into a peaceful slumber. Besides, they all had to get back to work, all except for Grissom. He hadn't talked to Brass about withdrawing his suspension. But it wasn't holding much importance in his heart at that moment. At one point, work was the only thing of importance to him, now it was Sara. The woman he would risk his life for, and if given the chance that day he would have taken it willingly.
He sat staring at the beautiful woman lying in front of him in the uncomfortable hospital bed. She had a bulky cast from just above her elbow to down past her wrist. He took in his hand the one of hers that was not surrounded by a cast. His thumb lightly grazed over her purple knuckles. It looked as if she has gotten in a few punches. Either that or an awful beating; he decided to go with the first possibility.
What if she hadn't been so lucky? What would he do if she was gone forever, and he was never able to hold her in his arms ever again? He wouldn't be able to survive without her. He'd go insane, and he truthfully knew that he would.
He was so distracted thinking about all the "what ifs", he didn't realize Sara was awake and watching him.
To get his attention she turned her palm facing up and gently squeezed his hand.
"Hey you." He whispered softly, "How are you feeling?"
"Good enough to go home." She tried to convince him. She always hated hospitals, ever since she was a little kid.
"No the doctor said you had to stay over night and that is exactly what you are going to do." He said firmly yet still whispering.
She sighed heavily her ribs opposing in discomfort.
"You want me to get the doctor?" he was already halfway up out of his chair.
"No Grissom, I'm fine don't worry about it."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
He returned to his spot in the chair next to her bed, and continued to rub his thumb over her knuckles.
They sat in silence, but Sara's soft giggle broke it.
"What?"
"Grissom, you look like you're in such deep though, and you're about to rub half of the skin off my knuckles."
"Oh. Sorry." He hadn't even realized he was doing it.
"Grissom? What's on your mind? You see so distracted."
He took in a deep breath. "Just think about how much you mean to me. How if I didn't have you I would never have learned how to love and be loved. With out you, I wouldn't be able to live my life."
A salty tear streamed down her cheek. "Grissom, I love you. Without you, this life of mine wouldn't be worth living."
He lifted his hand and gently cupped her cheek in his hand and wiped away the single lonely tear.
"Sara, I love you and I will always be there for you."
"I know Grissom, and I will always be there for you."
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The team decided to leave after Sara had fallen into a peaceful slumber. Besides, they all had to get back to work, all except for Grissom. He hadn't talked to Brass about withdrawing his suspension. But it wasn't holding much importance in his heart at that moment. At one point, work was the only thing of importance to him, now it was Sara. The woman he would risk his life for, and if given the chance that day he would have taken it willingly.
He sat staring at the beautiful woman lying in front of him in the uncomfortable hospital bed. She had a bulky cast from just above her elbow to down past her wrist. He took in his hand the one of hers that was not surrounded by a cast. His thumb lightly grazed over her purple knuckles. It looked as if she has gotten in a few punches. Either that or an awful beating; he decided to go with the first possibility.
What if she hadn't been so lucky? What would he do if she was gone forever, and he was never able to hold her in his arms ever again? He wouldn't be able to survive without her. He'd go insane, and he truthfully knew that he would.
He was so distracted thinking about all the "what ifs", he didn't realize Sara was awake and watching him.
To get his attention she turned her palm facing up and gently squeezed his hand.
"Hey you." He whispered softly, "How are you feeling?"
"Good enough to go home." She tried to convince him. She always hated hospitals, ever since she was a little kid.
"No the doctor said you had to stay over night and that is exactly what you are going to do." He said firmly yet still whispering.
She sighed heavily her ribs opposing in discomfort.
"You want me to get the doctor?" he was already halfway up out of his chair.
"No Grissom, I'm fine don't worry about it."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
He returned to his spot in the chair next to her bed, and continued to rub his thumb over her knuckles.
They sat in silence, but Sara's soft giggle broke it.
"What?"
"Grissom, you look like you're in such deep though, and you're about to rub half of the skin off my knuckles."
"Oh. Sorry." He hadn't even realized he was doing it.
"Grissom? What's on your mind? You see so distracted."
He took in a deep breath. "Just think about how much you mean to me. How if I didn't have you I would never have learned how to love and be loved. With out you, I wouldn't be able to live my life."
A salty tear streamed down her cheek. "Grissom, I love you. Without you, this life of mine wouldn't be worth living."
He lifted his hand and gently cupped her cheek in his hand and wiped away the single lonely tear.
"Sara, I love you and I will always be there for you."
"I know Grissom, and I will always be there for you."
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