****Chapter 5/?****
May 2003 - now
Grissom showered and changed while Warrick dozed on the couch. As Grissom sat on the bed, he stared at Sara's side and the nightstand. Her brush, half-read book, bottle of water, clock and a space for her cell phone, pager and watch. Grissom stood and pulled out a duffel bag from the closet. Opening it, he put her pyjamas, clothes, wash things, book, and photo of all the gang. He packed some clothes and some of his wash things too. The bag sat by the bedroom door while he lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Sighing, he turned on his side and pulled Sara's pillow to him. Whenever she went to work or went away to a seminar, she would make sure her shampoo and perfume lingers on her pillow. The rest of the sheets would be washed, but the one pillow casing. It helped comfort him and remind him that she would be back soon.
Warrick woke and rubbed his eyes with his fists. Pulled his watch into view, he looked towards the bedroom. "5 hours." He mumbled. As Warrick checked on Grissom, he was surprised to see him sleeping.
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Past - Early 1999 - From the Very Beginning
Sara climbed into her car and waited for the others. A homicide was better than a rape, but neither was less important. She just didn't feel like running around in a bad mood all day. She put the car into drive as Grissom and Catherine shut their doors.
When they arrived at the scene, there were cars everywhere from the traffic jam the vics car was causing and the suspects was rammed into the back of it, blocking two way traffic for a good few hours. Brass was standing beside a restless male, who was struggling against two police officers that were holding onto him. Grissom grabbed his kit and approached them, while Catherine and Sara checked the cars and bodies. The crime scene looked gang related and they all knew that to get anyone they needed hard evidence. Catherine processed the bodies, Sara processed the cars involved and got both towed back to CSI. Grissom was asking Brass and the suspect questions as well as processing the suspect's clothes.
After collecting the evidence and getting both cars towed back to CSI. Grissom drove as Sara sat in the passenger seat, looking over her notes. Catherine was talking to Nick on the phone about his case. Apparently the rape was a hoax and were asking whether they could join them on the homicide case when they got back to the lab. Grissom nodded in affirmation and continued to drive. Sara pushed her notepad into her pocket and reached over to turn the radio on. When she sat back, she noticed Grissom's hand on her seat by her thigh. Taking his hand and entwining their fingers, made him smile. Catherine was oblivious to this as she was still talking to Nick.
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May 2003 - now
Grissom stood at the door, looking in on the group surrounding his wife. He had to smile at the family of lab technicians, CSI's, coroners and a homicide detective. She was sitting up, but still couldn't feel her legs. It was temporary, the doctor assured, although he couldn't say for sure when the paralysis would fade. Grissom stepped aside as the majority of the visitors left the room to only leave Catherine, Nick and Warrick. The boys hugged Sara and kissed her cheek before patting Grissom's shoulder as they past him. Catherine spoke to Sara quietly and gave a light hug.
"I'll come by tomorrow Sara." Catherine said at the door, leaving them alone.
Grissom leaned against the wall beside the door and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Their eyes locked, neither looking away as the nurse walked in and placed the medication on the side with a glass of water. As she left, Grissom pushed off the wall and sat on the bed. Their eyes still holding each other as he reached for her hands and leaning into her. "Morning beautiful." He murmured against her lips.
Sara smiled and pulled him to her as they kissed. Grissom propped himself up on the bed either side of her waist. Her hands stroked back his hair as he trailed small kisses down her cheek to her ear. "How you feeling?" He whispered.
She kissed his ear and hugged him. "Better."
Grissom's heart was pounding with happiness that she was feeling and looking more healthy than she did a week and a half ago. Colour was coming back to her cheeks and her strength was getting better with each passing day. "Ted said you could go home in two days."
"He did?" She asked pulling back to see his eyes.
"Yeah." He replied pushing her hair over her shoulder, his fingers lingering on her collarbone. Grissom watched his fingers intently as he traced the bone to the hollow of her neck.
"I want to go home." She clasped his hand in hers and kissed it.
"I know. I want you home too." He said quietly as he watched her eyes staring back at him. He smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace.
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Grissom closed the door quietly as he watched his wife look around the living room. "I know it's messy honey, but I'll clean up once your settled in bed." He assured kneeling beside her wheelchair.
Sara smiled and brushed his curls back. "Ok."
Carefully and slowly, Grissom reached around her waist and slipped his arm under her legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Sara mumbled into his sweatshirt.
Grissom lifted her light form with ease and once he was sure he had her safely, he walked towards the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Pushing pillows behind Sara's back, so she could sit up against the headboard, Grissom sat down on the edge of the bed and took her right hand in his. "I'm going to clear up and get some food. You want the TV on?"
"No, I might read." Grissom smiled and nodded as he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a new book he'd been meaning to start reading. Sara leaned forward slightly and kissed his cheek before taking the book.
"Are you working tonight?" She asked opening to the first page.
Grissom shook his head. "No."
Sara looked up and furrowed her brows in confusion. "When was the last time you went into work?" When he didn't answer she sighed. "Griss, you should go into work."
He stood and walked towards the door. "Not tonight." He said softly. "Just relax."
She watched him leave the room. Her head fell back against the headboard. He's not working. She closed her eyes sadly, trying to fight the tears away. He's been off work since it happened. She listened to him moving around the living room. He's got to go to work. He can't stay away, he'll never go back.
May 2003 - now
Grissom showered and changed while Warrick dozed on the couch. As Grissom sat on the bed, he stared at Sara's side and the nightstand. Her brush, half-read book, bottle of water, clock and a space for her cell phone, pager and watch. Grissom stood and pulled out a duffel bag from the closet. Opening it, he put her pyjamas, clothes, wash things, book, and photo of all the gang. He packed some clothes and some of his wash things too. The bag sat by the bedroom door while he lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Sighing, he turned on his side and pulled Sara's pillow to him. Whenever she went to work or went away to a seminar, she would make sure her shampoo and perfume lingers on her pillow. The rest of the sheets would be washed, but the one pillow casing. It helped comfort him and remind him that she would be back soon.
Warrick woke and rubbed his eyes with his fists. Pulled his watch into view, he looked towards the bedroom. "5 hours." He mumbled. As Warrick checked on Grissom, he was surprised to see him sleeping.
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Past - Early 1999 - From the Very Beginning
Sara climbed into her car and waited for the others. A homicide was better than a rape, but neither was less important. She just didn't feel like running around in a bad mood all day. She put the car into drive as Grissom and Catherine shut their doors.
When they arrived at the scene, there were cars everywhere from the traffic jam the vics car was causing and the suspects was rammed into the back of it, blocking two way traffic for a good few hours. Brass was standing beside a restless male, who was struggling against two police officers that were holding onto him. Grissom grabbed his kit and approached them, while Catherine and Sara checked the cars and bodies. The crime scene looked gang related and they all knew that to get anyone they needed hard evidence. Catherine processed the bodies, Sara processed the cars involved and got both towed back to CSI. Grissom was asking Brass and the suspect questions as well as processing the suspect's clothes.
After collecting the evidence and getting both cars towed back to CSI. Grissom drove as Sara sat in the passenger seat, looking over her notes. Catherine was talking to Nick on the phone about his case. Apparently the rape was a hoax and were asking whether they could join them on the homicide case when they got back to the lab. Grissom nodded in affirmation and continued to drive. Sara pushed her notepad into her pocket and reached over to turn the radio on. When she sat back, she noticed Grissom's hand on her seat by her thigh. Taking his hand and entwining their fingers, made him smile. Catherine was oblivious to this as she was still talking to Nick.
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May 2003 - now
Grissom stood at the door, looking in on the group surrounding his wife. He had to smile at the family of lab technicians, CSI's, coroners and a homicide detective. She was sitting up, but still couldn't feel her legs. It was temporary, the doctor assured, although he couldn't say for sure when the paralysis would fade. Grissom stepped aside as the majority of the visitors left the room to only leave Catherine, Nick and Warrick. The boys hugged Sara and kissed her cheek before patting Grissom's shoulder as they past him. Catherine spoke to Sara quietly and gave a light hug.
"I'll come by tomorrow Sara." Catherine said at the door, leaving them alone.
Grissom leaned against the wall beside the door and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Their eyes locked, neither looking away as the nurse walked in and placed the medication on the side with a glass of water. As she left, Grissom pushed off the wall and sat on the bed. Their eyes still holding each other as he reached for her hands and leaning into her. "Morning beautiful." He murmured against her lips.
Sara smiled and pulled him to her as they kissed. Grissom propped himself up on the bed either side of her waist. Her hands stroked back his hair as he trailed small kisses down her cheek to her ear. "How you feeling?" He whispered.
She kissed his ear and hugged him. "Better."
Grissom's heart was pounding with happiness that she was feeling and looking more healthy than she did a week and a half ago. Colour was coming back to her cheeks and her strength was getting better with each passing day. "Ted said you could go home in two days."
"He did?" She asked pulling back to see his eyes.
"Yeah." He replied pushing her hair over her shoulder, his fingers lingering on her collarbone. Grissom watched his fingers intently as he traced the bone to the hollow of her neck.
"I want to go home." She clasped his hand in hers and kissed it.
"I know. I want you home too." He said quietly as he watched her eyes staring back at him. He smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace.
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Grissom closed the door quietly as he watched his wife look around the living room. "I know it's messy honey, but I'll clean up once your settled in bed." He assured kneeling beside her wheelchair.
Sara smiled and brushed his curls back. "Ok."
Carefully and slowly, Grissom reached around her waist and slipped his arm under her legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Sara mumbled into his sweatshirt.
Grissom lifted her light form with ease and once he was sure he had her safely, he walked towards the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Pushing pillows behind Sara's back, so she could sit up against the headboard, Grissom sat down on the edge of the bed and took her right hand in his. "I'm going to clear up and get some food. You want the TV on?"
"No, I might read." Grissom smiled and nodded as he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a new book he'd been meaning to start reading. Sara leaned forward slightly and kissed his cheek before taking the book.
"Are you working tonight?" She asked opening to the first page.
Grissom shook his head. "No."
Sara looked up and furrowed her brows in confusion. "When was the last time you went into work?" When he didn't answer she sighed. "Griss, you should go into work."
He stood and walked towards the door. "Not tonight." He said softly. "Just relax."
She watched him leave the room. Her head fell back against the headboard. He's not working. She closed her eyes sadly, trying to fight the tears away. He's been off work since it happened. She listened to him moving around the living room. He's got to go to work. He can't stay away, he'll never go back.