This one's a bit longer. I hope you all enjoy. It shouldn't be long before I post again, as it is summer and I have no life…lol. Thanks to all that have read and reviewed. Enjoy!

Chapter 7

Sara and Catherine waited once again, outside Grissom's hospital room. He was getting all of his things together before Sara took him home to his apartment where she would be staying for the upcoming weeks. She had gotten a spare key from Catherine and went there earlier in the day to drop her clothes off. She also took inventory on what Grissom had in his refrigerator, which was very little, and went shopping. Catherine had been at the lab, trying to get paid medical leave for Grissom and some sort of compensation for Sara. It had been a long night and with two people out, they were backlogged more than usual. Catherine yawned and Sara paced slightly. They both turned towards the door as it squeaked open and Grissom walked out. A nurse followed him with his suitcase in the wheelchair. The nurse looked slightly exasperated. "He refused to be wheeled out of the hospital on the wheelchair. I told him it is just hospital policy but…" Sara interrupted with a smile, "He has always been pretty stubborn and set in his ways."

Grissom had been watching this conversation and reading their lips, which he found to be a lot easier than it had two days ago on all his medication. He responded to them both saying, "I had surgery on my ears, not my legs. I just don't think I need a wheelchair." Catherine and Sara just smiled and starting walking towards the elevator. Grissom and the nurse followed.

When they got to the car, Sara took his bag and put it in the back of her Tahoe. She then walked over to Grissom and opened the door for him, helping him gingerly into the car. The nurse then said that they had an appointment with his doctor at the rehab clinic in a week. Sara nodded, making a mental note to herself. Catherine then hugged Sara and said, "I better go pick Lindsey up from school. You'll call if you need anything, right?" Sara nodded. "Thanks. I'll see you soon." Catherine waved goodbye to Grissom and walked away.

Sara walked over to the driver's seat of her car and got in. She put the key into the ignition and looked at Grissom. "You ready to go?" she asked. Grissom read her lips and nodded. Sara smiled and began driving to the apartment.

There was an uneasy silence in the car as they drove as Sara wasn't sure she could communicate with Grissom and drive at the same time. Luckily, Grissom's apartment was not far from the hospital. When they got there, Grissom looked tired and in a fair amount of pain, so Sara suggested that he take a nap while she cooked some dinner. Grissom, looking piqued and sore, just nodded. Sara took his hand and helped him to the elevator. He normally would object to all of this babying, but was in no mood to argue. Sara carefully helped him into the elevator and pressed level 4. Grissom turned to Sara and attempted a smile. "Thanks for doing this." Sara smiled and turned to him. "It is my pleasure, Griss." He smiled a little again when the elevator opened and she lead him gently to his apartment. He followed her into the bedroom, where she had him sit on the bed as she picked out some other clothes to change into. Sara explained that they should try and get the hospital smell off of him. She found a cotton pajama shirt that buttoned down the front and some loose cotton pants. She helped him take off his shirt and button up the cotton one. He looked at her straight in the eyes and tried hard not to shiver with pleasure as her soft hands touched his chest. He put his hand on her face and Sara smiled a little at the electric spark that his hand carried. "Sara, I can do the rest." Sara blushed a little and smiled. "Oh, right. You should probably get some rest. You have had a busy day." She looked slightly disappointed. Grissom noticed this and smiled. "Don't worry, we will finish this later." Sara laughed a little and walked out of his room, shutting the door behind her. "I'll be right here." she said silently to herself. By this time, Sara was beaming.

Sara sat down on Grissom's couch and began reading a book on signing that she had borrowed from the library. She was soon fast asleep. Sara awoke to find Grissom dressed in a casual, loose blue shirt and khaki pants. "You're up." said Grissom. "Mmm. What smells so good?" Sara asked, looking at him. "Breakfast." Grissom's face lit up. Sara got up from the couch and went over to Grissom. "How long have I been sleeping?" Grissom smiled, "All night." Sara laughed a little at this. Grissom smiled, but had a secret. He had gotten up to get a drink of water and use the bathroom, and found Sara asleep on the couch. He got a blanket, covered her with it and sat there, watching her sleep.

Sara smiled, "Breakfast smells delicious."

Grissom replied, saying "Thank you. Now how would you like your eggs? Over easy, poached or sunny side up?"

Sara thought for a moment. "Scrambled."

"Scrambled?" Sara nodded. Grissom laughed a little. "Okay. Scrambled it is, then." Sara proceeded to set the little table off of the kitchen with plates, forks and knives. She got down two glasses and poured some freshly made orange juice into each one. Grissom motioned to some flowers that were on the counter. "Can you put these in some water for me?" he asked. Sara walked over and picked them up. They were daffodils, her favorite. She smelled the bright yellow flowers and smiled. "Of course." She replied. She found a small pitcher under the sink and filled it with water. Then she cut the stems of the flowers a little shorter and arranged them in the vase. She walked over and put them on the table. Grissom walked behind with two plates in his hand. "It looks great." Grissom whispered in her ear and then lightly kissed her cheek before sitting down. Sara smiled in pleasure at this and then sat down next to Grissom.

After they had finished breakfast, Sara offered to do the dishes. Grissom then left to take a shower. Sara put on some music as she cleaned. Soon, she was singing and dancing around the kitchen.

Grissom walked in, fresh from the shower and dressed for the day, and saw Sara dancing in the kitchen. He began to laugh softly. Sara turned around and blushed. Grissom smiled and walked over to her. A noise came from the CD player. "The CD's over." Grissom replied. "It's just switching over to another one." Grissom was right. Another song came on. Grissom was pleasantly surprised that he could slightly hear the music for a few seconds, enough to realize it was a slower song. Grissom smiled and looked at Sara. "Will you dance with me?" Sara smiled and took his hand. "I thought you'd never ask." Grissom pulled Sara into him tighter and wrapped his arm around her waist. Sara smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. She breathed in the cologne he had put on earlier that morning and ran her fingers through his hair. He shivered with pleasure at this and began soft caresses on her back. Sara smiled and arched her back slightly in pleasure. Grissom whispered in her ear. "Don't stop." Sara smiled. And they danced.