Watching Her Sleeping
companion piece to perfect excuse
Talk around the lab had always been that she didn't sleep. She couldn't and work the hours that she did, making out on OT, working any and every shift going. She was wonder woman. Or Superwoman without the cape and dodgy underwear.
But who was he to listen to the talk. After what had been said about him around the lab? Look at what it believed about Sara and Grissom. Sara have a crush on Griss? Ha!
So he was amazed to find that on this matter the talk was relatively accurate. She really didn't sleep. Or at least, she didn't sleep as near as many hours as she could do to still function as a normal person.
She just never seemed to need sleep. She could pull a double, nap in the break room, and be looking as fresh as a daisy for the next shift. Of course when he had found out about that particular habit, it had soon ceased, but still. Catching Sara asleep was a miracle.
A miracle he felt blessed to witness the few times he ever did. Like today, waking up for no particular reason, looking down at that beautiful face. All thoughts of going back to sleep quickly forgotten.
He would never dream of it. This was too magical to miss. The stunted light of day basked the room in an ethereal glow. The slight sounds of the world outside the room, of traffic and commuters who worked regular hours going about their business.
Her features in sleep were so peaceful. Their job involved dead people, rarely a peaceful subject, and like all of them, it had taken its toll.
Watching her sleep, it was easy to forget the hard criminalist Sara presented to the world. It was easy to see his Sara, The few and far between moments when she stopped being his colleague and became his…he wanted to say lover but it didn't fit right. When she just became his.
Occasional moments: Curled up on the sofa, work a world away, watching a Gregory Peck film. Cooking in his kitchen to the soft strains of Beethoven. Everyday things that most people would never think twice about, but meant the world to him.
Watching her sleep,. The most precious of all. The ultimate moment when she wasn't the die hard professional. She wasn't trying to fight them. She just was. The ultimate complement in a way…that after all the walls she had thrown up, or backing away she had done, she could sleep like this in his arms. That she could be so peaceful and calm in that action. That she was here.
Watching Sara sleep. Nothing could tear him away.