Title: The new beginning
Spoilers: A bit of The Hunger artist, Play with fire, Inside the box.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. I wrote this just for fun.
Summary: Grissom's figured out what to do about "this". (G/S)
Special Thanks to Ina for being my beta reader. Thanks for being patient with my writing.
Chapter 2
After they had finished their dinner, Grissom took Sara home. They had been quiet since they left the restaurant. They were both nervous. Sara decided to break the silence.
"Why are you being so quiet?" Sara asked.
"Am I? Well, you didn't say anything after we left so I figured that you didn't want to talk." He answered with his eyes looking toward the road.
Before Sara could speak, they had arrived to her apartment. She debated with herself. 'Should I ask him to come up? I think I'd better ask, right? I've been waiting for too long now.'
"Sara?" Grissom interrupted her thoughts.
"Are you okay? We're here." Grissom looked at her with concern.
"Do you want to come up for a cup of coffee?" Sara asked bluntly.
Grissom had been caught off guard by her question. 'Did I just hear what I think she said?' He looked at her big brown eyes that looked directly into his eyes. 'How could I say no to her? She looks amazing tonight. The dinner went well. We talked, laughed at each others stories.'
"Sure" He answered with a smile.
She seemed somewhat relieved that he hadn't refused her invitation. She led him to her apartment.
"Take a seat, Griss. I'll be out in a minute." With that, she went to her kitchen to make him coffee.
Grissom sat still. He was afraid to move. He was so nervous that he started sweating. Sara observed him while making coffee. 'He looks nervous. I think I had better make him feel more comfortable before he pass out on her couch.' "Here you are, Griss." She handed him his coffee and then she sat next to him on the couch.
"Thank you." He smiled back.
"What do you think of my apartment?" She tried to break a silence.
"It's nice and cozy. It's not big but it's warm. I think it suits you well." He grinned at her.
"Really? You think that I'm nice and warm?" She teased him.
"Yes, I think you are. Moreover, I think you are beautiful person both inside and outside." He looked straight into her eyes knowing that there was no turning back in this situation.
"Griss, I." Sara tried to avoid his gaze.
Grissom reached out his hand to lift up her chin so that he could meet her eyes. When their eyes met, they knew how much they had wanted each other. They started kissing and it seemed that they couldn't stop. Their kisses became more and more passionate. All the tensions and the waits stopped right after their lips had touched.
"Sara.Sara, I think." Grissom said between their kisses.
"Shh.Grissom. No talking." Sara ignored him.
He broke their kisses reluctantly. He looked at her while he was still holding her close to him. They both breathed heavily to find the air for their lungs.
"I think we should stop at this. I don't want to ruin this Sara. I don't want to rush this. You are too important to me." He tried to breathe.
"Grissom, I've been waiting for this moment for almost ten years, since I first met you. I can't wait any longer. Make love to me, Gil." With that, she grabbed him and kissed him even harder.
All the rationale in his brain had left him, all he could think about was making love with Sara on the bed. He took her in his arms and carried her to her bedroom. Their lips never parted.
He woke up the next morning feeling exhausted but in a good way. He thought back of last night. He had never been this happy before. Now, he didn't even know how he could live without her again. He turned his head to the left only to see a beautiful angel lying next to him. Sara felt his gaze. She opened her eyes to see those deep blue eyes staring at her. She smiled at him and climbed up to lay on top of him.
"Good morning" She kissed him.
"Good morning to you too." He kissed her back.
"You know this is the first day in my life that I don't want to go to work. I want to lay here next to you all day." He started kissing her again.
"Just lay here and do nothing?" She said playfully.
"We could do this and a little bit of that" He started kissing her all over her body.
"Oh, Griss. I have never known you were very good at this."
"Nobody knows and I'd like to keep it like that."
"I won't tell" She told him.
Because of this morning, they had to skip breakfast. They had decided that they would meet up before they went to work. Grissom had to go home to take a shower and change his clothes. He left her house reluctantly. He didn't want to but he had to. Sara had promised to make dinner for him as a gratitude for taking her to a fabulous dinner last night. She knew that she didn't have to do this but she wanted to make him dinner. She wanted him to know that she could cook.
"You are early." Sara opened her door.
"I missed you and I didn't want to be alone in my house but I can go back if you prefer." He told her and looked down at his feet.
"No, I don't want that. I missed you too. Come in before I change my mind." She walked to her kitchen to continue her task.
Grissom hurriedly walked into her room. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked.
"No, all I need you to do is sit back and relax. There are new forensic journals and some magazines on the table. You can read while you are waiting for me." Sara told him.
After 10 or 15 minutes, their dinner was ready.
"Sara, this looks great!" He said, looking at the many dishes on the table.
"Thank you." She proudly presented her food.
"Let's eat. Shall we?" He looked between her and the food on the table.
"This is delicious Sara. Thank you." He sat on her couch waiting for her to join him. They had finished their dinner and they still had one more hour before they had to go to work. Sara sat down next to him. She pressed against him. 'This is good.' She thought.
"I could get used to this you know." He whispered into her ear.
"Me too, Gil." She hugged him tighter.
They both decided that they would keep things to themselves. They went to work in separate cars. They separated professional and personal. It had been almost three months since their first dinner date. Things were great. They had gone back and forth between his house and hers. They were inseparable both at work and home. Though they had tried to be professional at work, they had also tried to get close to each other as much as possible especially when there were only two of them in the room. They had changed and these changes didn't go unnoticed. The gang had started to notice these changes when Grissom didn't give Sara a big case with the two women that were raped and killed and she didn't argue or protest. Grissom and Sara had been working together most of the time. No one said anything because they had been benefited with Grissom's good mood.
Everybody was in the break room. They were waiting for Grissom to hand out the assignments.
"Sara, you look different lately." Catherine asked.
"What do you mean?" Sara frowned.
"You are glowing, girl." Catherine winked at Sara.
Sara blushed at that. 'I can't help it. I am in love with the man I have always wanted to spend my life with.' She thought. She tried to suppress her smile at Catherine's comment.
"I don't know what you are talking about" Sara tried to look innocent.
"Come on Sara. Just tell us. Have you been dating someone?" Nick asked, looked directly at Sara.
Sara tried to avoid their gaze. She knew that she couldn't keep secret from them any longer but she really enjoyed the time she had spent with Grissom alone. 'We're not ready to tell them.'
At that moment Grissom walked into the room. He handed out their assignments without looking up from his files and then he left the room. Sara was so relieved that he had barged in here and had helped her distract the others. She rushed out of the room and followed him.
"Thank you." Sara walked into his office. "What for?" He had finally looked up, confused by her gratitude.
"Well, before you walked in there, they interrogated me about my good mood and the person that I've been dating." She said and sat in the chair opposite him.
"Oh. What did you tell them?" He moved forward in his seat waiting for her answer.
"Nothing. You rescued me from answering their questions." She grinned.
"Let's go. We've got 419 tonight." Grissom changed the subject and walked to the door waiting for Sara to follow him.
It had been raining outside and they were wet from head to toes. They had come back to the lab to get their evidence checked in. Before they had gone in the locker room to get changed, Grissom's phone rang.
"Grissom" He answered, looking at Sara who was busy taking those damp clothes off her.
"What? Do I have to? I've just. O.K. Fine. I'll go in." He answered with tired voice and hung up the phone. He felt his migraine coming.
"I've got to go, Sara. You can start without me and call Nick. He can help you with this case." He told her and started to walk out of the room.
"Griss, wait! Where are you going? You are still soaking wet." Sara said with concern in her voice.
He turned back to her. "I've got to go to Sheriff's office now. I'll talk to you later." With that, he hurriedly left the room.
It had been four hours since he left. Sara was concerned. 'Where is he?' She had been staring at the hallway looking for any sign of Grissom.
"Sara" Nick called. She hadn't turned
"Sara" Nick called a little louder and she still hadn't turned.
"Sara!" Nick shouted.
"Nick, you scared me. Why do you have to shout?" Sara turned to him and frowned.
"I called you three times, Sara. Where are you?"
"I'm here. What do you mean you called me three times? I didn't hear anything." She said, still confused.
"You're not focus, Sara. What's wrong? It seems to me that you're miles away from here." Nick said, concerned.
"It's nothing. I'm sorry. Let's get back to work." She avoided his gaze and continued processing.
Nick looked at her and decided to drop it for now.
It was the end of the shift and Sara still hadn't seen Grissom. He had turned his phone off. Sara was agitated. 'Where is he? Why didn't he turn on his phone?' She sat in his office waiting for him. She heard her phone ringing and she looked at it and she saw who was calling.
"Where are you?" Sara answered harshly.
"Good Morning to you too, Miss Sidle. I've got the feeling that you didn't have a good morning."
Sara felt bad by using that tone on him. "I'm sorry. I was just worried about you. I haven't heard from you all night. Where are you?"
"I'm sorry that I didn't call. I'm still at the Sheriff's office. I'm still at the meeting. They were arguing about changing some policies and they still haven't reached the same agreement. I hate this. I'm stuck here and I can't leave until they are done. I had to tell them that I needed to go to the men's room before I got out." He said, exhausted.
"Poor thing." She felt sorry for him because she knew how much he hated politics.
"I also want to tell you that I wouldn't be able to make it to our breakfast so you can start without me or you can go with the gang. I've got to go now. Maybe I can see you before the shift starts tonight." He sadly told her.
"O.K. See you tonight then. Hang in there." She tried to cheer him up.
"O.K. Bye." He didn't want to go back in there. He would rather be with her instead of these people. He's cold and he's having a headache. He looked into the room and wondered 'When is it going to end?' before he walked into the room.
Sara and Nick were in the layout room. They were still working on the last case they had been assigned to. Nick looked over at her. Sara hadn't said anything since they walked into this room.
"Sara, are you o.k?" Nick asked concerned.
"What?" Sara answered more harsh than she intended to. Nick was taken aback with her behavior. Sara noticed that. "I'm sorry, Nick. I didn't mean to. I just." She didn't know how to explain her bad mood to Nick. 'How could I tell him that the reason is Grissom?' Grissom called her about three hours ago to tell her that he can't have dinner with her this evening because he got a new case and he was still at the crime scene. On top of that, he sounded extremely tired. His voice was hoarse. She knew that he hadn't had any sleep since they checked in last night. She was worried. 'Has he eaten anything?'
"Sara? Is there something bothering you? Maybe I can help. Just talk to me."
Sara shook her head. "There's nothing you can do Nick because it's not about me." She turned to look at the door and saw Catherine walk into the room.
"There you are. I've been looking for you guys to tell you that there are no new cases yet so you can continue with your case." Catherine said, pointed her finger at their file and turned to leave the room.
"Where is Grissom?" Sara asked Catherine before she walked out.
"I think he's with Doc. Did you know that he's working solo? That's weird, isn't it? I haven't seen him working solo for quite sometime now. Anyway, I've got to go." She left.
Sara signed and headed back to work. 'I had better find him soon.'
After Dr. Robbins had finished his analysis, Grissom had been standing still, looking at the body. He was exhausted. Though he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, he was not hungry. All he wanted to do was sleep. He was still cold despite that he had changed his clothes. To added up, his headache had been getting worse and worse. He couldn't seem to focus. He heard Doc's voice from time to time. His mind was fuzzy.
"Gil?" Dr. Robbins called, looking at Grissom's face.
Grissom looked up. "Yeah?"
"Are you alright? You seem a bit off and you look kind of pale." Dr. Robbins said, still observing his friend.
"I'm fine. I was just tired. Thanks Doc. I think I should go and find Greg to ask about those fibers that you sent him." He left before Dr. Robbins could speak.
Sara had just got back from the suspect's house. It was still raining. She went to the locker room to get changed. When she left the room, she heard someone coughing. She looked down the hallway to find the origin of that sound and then she saw the door of his office was half-opened. The room was quite dark. The only light in the room was coming from the lamp on his desk. He was sitting at his desk and his head was in his hands and he was still coughing. She walked in there quietly.
"Have you seen my boyfriend?" Sara asked, closing the door behind her.
He was startled by her voice that his hand had slipped and he almost hit his head on the desk. Grissom looked up. 'When did she walk in here?'
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Are you all right?" She asked concerned.
He nodded and looked into her eyes.
"I missed you." They spoke at the same time. They laughed at that.
Sara stepped closer. "I'm serious, Griss. You don't look good. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?"
He didn't want to worry her so he lied. "Yes, I have."
Sara frowned suspiciously. "Really?"
"Yes." He tried to clear his throat. "How is your case going?" He tried to change subject.
She knew what he was trying to do. "My case is fine, Grissom. We got the suspect. But I don't think that you are judging from your look." She sat on his desk still observing him.
He finally gave in. "Fine. I am very tired. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He was coughing again.
"Not only that, I want you to get some rest and find something to eat before you collapse." She told him worriedly.
He knew that she meant well. "Just give me a couple more hours. I'm so close to get the killer." He pleaded her.
"O.K. I'll meet you here in a few hours and then we can go home. I've still got a case to solve." She reached for his hand and squeezed it to reassure him.
He smiled at her. 'She always makes me feel better when I hit the bottom.'
"See you." He waved at her.
TBC
Spoilers: A bit of The Hunger artist, Play with fire, Inside the box.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. I wrote this just for fun.
Summary: Grissom's figured out what to do about "this". (G/S)
Special Thanks to Ina for being my beta reader. Thanks for being patient with my writing.
Chapter 2
After they had finished their dinner, Grissom took Sara home. They had been quiet since they left the restaurant. They were both nervous. Sara decided to break the silence.
"Why are you being so quiet?" Sara asked.
"Am I? Well, you didn't say anything after we left so I figured that you didn't want to talk." He answered with his eyes looking toward the road.
Before Sara could speak, they had arrived to her apartment. She debated with herself. 'Should I ask him to come up? I think I'd better ask, right? I've been waiting for too long now.'
"Sara?" Grissom interrupted her thoughts.
"Are you okay? We're here." Grissom looked at her with concern.
"Do you want to come up for a cup of coffee?" Sara asked bluntly.
Grissom had been caught off guard by her question. 'Did I just hear what I think she said?' He looked at her big brown eyes that looked directly into his eyes. 'How could I say no to her? She looks amazing tonight. The dinner went well. We talked, laughed at each others stories.'
"Sure" He answered with a smile.
She seemed somewhat relieved that he hadn't refused her invitation. She led him to her apartment.
"Take a seat, Griss. I'll be out in a minute." With that, she went to her kitchen to make him coffee.
Grissom sat still. He was afraid to move. He was so nervous that he started sweating. Sara observed him while making coffee. 'He looks nervous. I think I had better make him feel more comfortable before he pass out on her couch.' "Here you are, Griss." She handed him his coffee and then she sat next to him on the couch.
"Thank you." He smiled back.
"What do you think of my apartment?" She tried to break a silence.
"It's nice and cozy. It's not big but it's warm. I think it suits you well." He grinned at her.
"Really? You think that I'm nice and warm?" She teased him.
"Yes, I think you are. Moreover, I think you are beautiful person both inside and outside." He looked straight into her eyes knowing that there was no turning back in this situation.
"Griss, I." Sara tried to avoid his gaze.
Grissom reached out his hand to lift up her chin so that he could meet her eyes. When their eyes met, they knew how much they had wanted each other. They started kissing and it seemed that they couldn't stop. Their kisses became more and more passionate. All the tensions and the waits stopped right after their lips had touched.
"Sara.Sara, I think." Grissom said between their kisses.
"Shh.Grissom. No talking." Sara ignored him.
He broke their kisses reluctantly. He looked at her while he was still holding her close to him. They both breathed heavily to find the air for their lungs.
"I think we should stop at this. I don't want to ruin this Sara. I don't want to rush this. You are too important to me." He tried to breathe.
"Grissom, I've been waiting for this moment for almost ten years, since I first met you. I can't wait any longer. Make love to me, Gil." With that, she grabbed him and kissed him even harder.
All the rationale in his brain had left him, all he could think about was making love with Sara on the bed. He took her in his arms and carried her to her bedroom. Their lips never parted.
He woke up the next morning feeling exhausted but in a good way. He thought back of last night. He had never been this happy before. Now, he didn't even know how he could live without her again. He turned his head to the left only to see a beautiful angel lying next to him. Sara felt his gaze. She opened her eyes to see those deep blue eyes staring at her. She smiled at him and climbed up to lay on top of him.
"Good morning" She kissed him.
"Good morning to you too." He kissed her back.
"You know this is the first day in my life that I don't want to go to work. I want to lay here next to you all day." He started kissing her again.
"Just lay here and do nothing?" She said playfully.
"We could do this and a little bit of that" He started kissing her all over her body.
"Oh, Griss. I have never known you were very good at this."
"Nobody knows and I'd like to keep it like that."
"I won't tell" She told him.
Because of this morning, they had to skip breakfast. They had decided that they would meet up before they went to work. Grissom had to go home to take a shower and change his clothes. He left her house reluctantly. He didn't want to but he had to. Sara had promised to make dinner for him as a gratitude for taking her to a fabulous dinner last night. She knew that she didn't have to do this but she wanted to make him dinner. She wanted him to know that she could cook.
"You are early." Sara opened her door.
"I missed you and I didn't want to be alone in my house but I can go back if you prefer." He told her and looked down at his feet.
"No, I don't want that. I missed you too. Come in before I change my mind." She walked to her kitchen to continue her task.
Grissom hurriedly walked into her room. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked.
"No, all I need you to do is sit back and relax. There are new forensic journals and some magazines on the table. You can read while you are waiting for me." Sara told him.
After 10 or 15 minutes, their dinner was ready.
"Sara, this looks great!" He said, looking at the many dishes on the table.
"Thank you." She proudly presented her food.
"Let's eat. Shall we?" He looked between her and the food on the table.
"This is delicious Sara. Thank you." He sat on her couch waiting for her to join him. They had finished their dinner and they still had one more hour before they had to go to work. Sara sat down next to him. She pressed against him. 'This is good.' She thought.
"I could get used to this you know." He whispered into her ear.
"Me too, Gil." She hugged him tighter.
They both decided that they would keep things to themselves. They went to work in separate cars. They separated professional and personal. It had been almost three months since their first dinner date. Things were great. They had gone back and forth between his house and hers. They were inseparable both at work and home. Though they had tried to be professional at work, they had also tried to get close to each other as much as possible especially when there were only two of them in the room. They had changed and these changes didn't go unnoticed. The gang had started to notice these changes when Grissom didn't give Sara a big case with the two women that were raped and killed and she didn't argue or protest. Grissom and Sara had been working together most of the time. No one said anything because they had been benefited with Grissom's good mood.
Everybody was in the break room. They were waiting for Grissom to hand out the assignments.
"Sara, you look different lately." Catherine asked.
"What do you mean?" Sara frowned.
"You are glowing, girl." Catherine winked at Sara.
Sara blushed at that. 'I can't help it. I am in love with the man I have always wanted to spend my life with.' She thought. She tried to suppress her smile at Catherine's comment.
"I don't know what you are talking about" Sara tried to look innocent.
"Come on Sara. Just tell us. Have you been dating someone?" Nick asked, looked directly at Sara.
Sara tried to avoid their gaze. She knew that she couldn't keep secret from them any longer but she really enjoyed the time she had spent with Grissom alone. 'We're not ready to tell them.'
At that moment Grissom walked into the room. He handed out their assignments without looking up from his files and then he left the room. Sara was so relieved that he had barged in here and had helped her distract the others. She rushed out of the room and followed him.
"Thank you." Sara walked into his office. "What for?" He had finally looked up, confused by her gratitude.
"Well, before you walked in there, they interrogated me about my good mood and the person that I've been dating." She said and sat in the chair opposite him.
"Oh. What did you tell them?" He moved forward in his seat waiting for her answer.
"Nothing. You rescued me from answering their questions." She grinned.
"Let's go. We've got 419 tonight." Grissom changed the subject and walked to the door waiting for Sara to follow him.
It had been raining outside and they were wet from head to toes. They had come back to the lab to get their evidence checked in. Before they had gone in the locker room to get changed, Grissom's phone rang.
"Grissom" He answered, looking at Sara who was busy taking those damp clothes off her.
"What? Do I have to? I've just. O.K. Fine. I'll go in." He answered with tired voice and hung up the phone. He felt his migraine coming.
"I've got to go, Sara. You can start without me and call Nick. He can help you with this case." He told her and started to walk out of the room.
"Griss, wait! Where are you going? You are still soaking wet." Sara said with concern in her voice.
He turned back to her. "I've got to go to Sheriff's office now. I'll talk to you later." With that, he hurriedly left the room.
It had been four hours since he left. Sara was concerned. 'Where is he?' She had been staring at the hallway looking for any sign of Grissom.
"Sara" Nick called. She hadn't turned
"Sara" Nick called a little louder and she still hadn't turned.
"Sara!" Nick shouted.
"Nick, you scared me. Why do you have to shout?" Sara turned to him and frowned.
"I called you three times, Sara. Where are you?"
"I'm here. What do you mean you called me three times? I didn't hear anything." She said, still confused.
"You're not focus, Sara. What's wrong? It seems to me that you're miles away from here." Nick said, concerned.
"It's nothing. I'm sorry. Let's get back to work." She avoided his gaze and continued processing.
Nick looked at her and decided to drop it for now.
It was the end of the shift and Sara still hadn't seen Grissom. He had turned his phone off. Sara was agitated. 'Where is he? Why didn't he turn on his phone?' She sat in his office waiting for him. She heard her phone ringing and she looked at it and she saw who was calling.
"Where are you?" Sara answered harshly.
"Good Morning to you too, Miss Sidle. I've got the feeling that you didn't have a good morning."
Sara felt bad by using that tone on him. "I'm sorry. I was just worried about you. I haven't heard from you all night. Where are you?"
"I'm sorry that I didn't call. I'm still at the Sheriff's office. I'm still at the meeting. They were arguing about changing some policies and they still haven't reached the same agreement. I hate this. I'm stuck here and I can't leave until they are done. I had to tell them that I needed to go to the men's room before I got out." He said, exhausted.
"Poor thing." She felt sorry for him because she knew how much he hated politics.
"I also want to tell you that I wouldn't be able to make it to our breakfast so you can start without me or you can go with the gang. I've got to go now. Maybe I can see you before the shift starts tonight." He sadly told her.
"O.K. See you tonight then. Hang in there." She tried to cheer him up.
"O.K. Bye." He didn't want to go back in there. He would rather be with her instead of these people. He's cold and he's having a headache. He looked into the room and wondered 'When is it going to end?' before he walked into the room.
Sara and Nick were in the layout room. They were still working on the last case they had been assigned to. Nick looked over at her. Sara hadn't said anything since they walked into this room.
"Sara, are you o.k?" Nick asked concerned.
"What?" Sara answered more harsh than she intended to. Nick was taken aback with her behavior. Sara noticed that. "I'm sorry, Nick. I didn't mean to. I just." She didn't know how to explain her bad mood to Nick. 'How could I tell him that the reason is Grissom?' Grissom called her about three hours ago to tell her that he can't have dinner with her this evening because he got a new case and he was still at the crime scene. On top of that, he sounded extremely tired. His voice was hoarse. She knew that he hadn't had any sleep since they checked in last night. She was worried. 'Has he eaten anything?'
"Sara? Is there something bothering you? Maybe I can help. Just talk to me."
Sara shook her head. "There's nothing you can do Nick because it's not about me." She turned to look at the door and saw Catherine walk into the room.
"There you are. I've been looking for you guys to tell you that there are no new cases yet so you can continue with your case." Catherine said, pointed her finger at their file and turned to leave the room.
"Where is Grissom?" Sara asked Catherine before she walked out.
"I think he's with Doc. Did you know that he's working solo? That's weird, isn't it? I haven't seen him working solo for quite sometime now. Anyway, I've got to go." She left.
Sara signed and headed back to work. 'I had better find him soon.'
After Dr. Robbins had finished his analysis, Grissom had been standing still, looking at the body. He was exhausted. Though he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, he was not hungry. All he wanted to do was sleep. He was still cold despite that he had changed his clothes. To added up, his headache had been getting worse and worse. He couldn't seem to focus. He heard Doc's voice from time to time. His mind was fuzzy.
"Gil?" Dr. Robbins called, looking at Grissom's face.
Grissom looked up. "Yeah?"
"Are you alright? You seem a bit off and you look kind of pale." Dr. Robbins said, still observing his friend.
"I'm fine. I was just tired. Thanks Doc. I think I should go and find Greg to ask about those fibers that you sent him." He left before Dr. Robbins could speak.
Sara had just got back from the suspect's house. It was still raining. She went to the locker room to get changed. When she left the room, she heard someone coughing. She looked down the hallway to find the origin of that sound and then she saw the door of his office was half-opened. The room was quite dark. The only light in the room was coming from the lamp on his desk. He was sitting at his desk and his head was in his hands and he was still coughing. She walked in there quietly.
"Have you seen my boyfriend?" Sara asked, closing the door behind her.
He was startled by her voice that his hand had slipped and he almost hit his head on the desk. Grissom looked up. 'When did she walk in here?'
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Are you all right?" She asked concerned.
He nodded and looked into her eyes.
"I missed you." They spoke at the same time. They laughed at that.
Sara stepped closer. "I'm serious, Griss. You don't look good. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?"
He didn't want to worry her so he lied. "Yes, I have."
Sara frowned suspiciously. "Really?"
"Yes." He tried to clear his throat. "How is your case going?" He tried to change subject.
She knew what he was trying to do. "My case is fine, Grissom. We got the suspect. But I don't think that you are judging from your look." She sat on his desk still observing him.
He finally gave in. "Fine. I am very tired. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He was coughing again.
"Not only that, I want you to get some rest and find something to eat before you collapse." She told him worriedly.
He knew that she meant well. "Just give me a couple more hours. I'm so close to get the killer." He pleaded her.
"O.K. I'll meet you here in a few hours and then we can go home. I've still got a case to solve." She reached for his hand and squeezed it to reassure him.
He smiled at her. 'She always makes me feel better when I hit the bottom.'
"See you." He waved at her.
TBC
