"BOOK I"
Titled: The One You Love
Author: Moggie
Chapter Seventeen
The drive was quiet, mostly because Sara had fallen asleep due to the painkillers the doctor gave her before they left. Grissom pulled into his parking space and climbed out. He walked round to Sara's side and opened the door. She still hadn't moved so he leaned across and unbuckled her seatbelt. He scooped her up carefully into his arms and carried her up to his front door. Sara wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose into his neck. Grissom manage to open the door and close it softly with his foot. He carried her to his bedroom and laid her on the bed. He pulled the comforter from the foot of the bed to her chin and let her sleep.
He sat on his couch with his pet spider 'Samuel' on his hand. The large spider probed with his front legs before moving up Grissom's arm to his shoulder. Grissom let Samuel stay there while he drank his coffee and read the newspaper. After a while, he put the spider back in it's habitat. He feed his bugs and showered. When he came out, he walked into the bedroom to see Sara curled up to his pillow with the blanket now on the floor. He walked further into the room, picked it up and draped it back over her. He was feeling tired, so he removed the pillow from Sara's grasp and lay down next to her. After a few minutes, Sara cuddled closer and draped her arm over his chest. Grissom cover her hand with his and drifted off to sleep only moments later.
When Sara woke, she found herself in Grissom's room, on his bed and with Grissom. He was curled up to her. His head lay on her stomach avoiding the stitches, with one arm holding her to him. She watched him as he dreamed. He seemed to pull her closer as he continued to dream. She stroked his hair and noticed it was a little damp. He had obviously showered not long ago. She played with his salt and peppered curls, wrapping them around her finger and stroking them back. He mumbled something, which she couldn't quite make out. Listening to the incoherent mumbling, she continued to run her fingers through his curls. She fell asleep a short time after Grissom moved his head to her chest. She figured he was subconsciously listening to her heartbeat.
When they both started to stir, Sara's back was press to Grissom's chest. He was holding her to him with their fingers entwined. When the alarm went of, he was the first to move. He let Sara's hand go and sat up, swinging his legs over the side onto the carpet covered floor. He looked at his watch as Sara rolled over to see him sitting there.
"What's wrong?" She pulled herself into a sitting position and took in a deep breath. She reached for the painkillers and the bottled water on the bedside.
Grissom started pulling on clean clothes. "I've got an appointment at 4, so I better get going so I'm not late." He sat on the edge of the bed, tying up his show laces.
Sara downed the tablets and water. "What sort of appointment?" She asked, moving closer to him. She sat on her knees while slowly massaging his shoulders. "Do you want me to come?"
Grissom finished his laces and leaned back into her massaging hands. "Hmmm.that feels goods.I'm not sure you want to come. You caught a cold in that hospital, remember?"
Sara continued to massage and moved to his neck. He groaned at how good her hands felt and the way they worked to relax the muscles that were so tense. "The doctor gave me some antibiotics for the cold, so I should be fine. You still didn't tell what sort of appointment you had." Grissom didn't reply so she stopped and turned him by the shoulders to look at her. "Griss?"
He looked down at his feet. "I forgot about the appointment till just now. I was going to tell you. I just forgot, that's all." Sara lifted his chin so he would have no choice but to look into her eyes.
"Gil?" A tear escaped and ran down his cheek. This was not something he wanted Sara to see. He got up and walked to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and washed his face. Sara watched him in the bathroom from the bed. "Griss, you know you can tell me, don't you?"
He walked to her and cupped her cheek. "I know and I will. I tell you what, when I finish, I'll come back here first, before going to work. Ok?" Sara nodded and pulled him tight against her. She lowered her head and kissed his ear. Grissom felt the kiss and somehow felt that she knew, but she couldn't, could she? "I'll see you soon." Without saying another word, he left.
Sara showered, changed her bandages and made herself comfortable on the couch. She didn't feel like eating anything, so picked up the newspaper that was on the coffee table and read it whilst drinking a cup of black coffee, seeing as Grissom had run out of milk. Oh well. She walked around, looking at the different bugs and the butterfly collection. She reached up and traced the wings of one large butterfly in particular, but stopped when she saw movement in the corner of her eye. It was probably the biggest spider she'd ever seen. It was bigger than the one he kept at the lab. Scary! So she kept her distance. Although it was in a glass container, it didn't look too safe to go near. Sara found Grissom's forensic journals and flicked through them. When she found one she hadn't read, she sat down to read it and before she new it, she fell asleep.
A noise came from the front door, but not enough to wake Sara, who was still on the couch with the book lying open on her stomach. Grissom put his keys down quietly on the kitchen counter as he made his way over to the sleeping brunette. He knelt down and removed the book, placing it on the table behind him. He looked at her from head to toe, toe to head, taking in every each of her. He raised his hand and traced the outline of her jaw, her lips then her ear. He lingered there a bit longer, running his index finger along the creases of her ear.
Sara moved her head to look at him as she opened her eyes. As she focused on him, she smiled and he smiled in return. "Hey, how'd it go?"
Grissom leaned down and kissed her lips before taking her hand to help her to sit up. He sat on the table in front of her, looking at her hands. "Ok, but I have to go back soon." He kissed her knuckles on her left hand and held it against his cheek. Sara moved her hand so her fingers brushed his ear. Grissom looked deep into her eyes, asking her the question, which she should be asking. "How bad is it?" She nodded and he took her hand away to hold. "Bad.But, there are things we can try." He moved to sit on the couch next to her. She pulled his head towards her and kiss each ear before he lowered his head to her lap. "I wanted to tell you for a long time, but I couldn't."
"I know, but you've told me now and you don't need to go through this alone. I'm here for you and so are Catherine, Warrick and Nick."
Grissom nodded with his head still resting on her lap. He brought his legs up onto the couch and they sat, comforting each other. "I love you, Sara."
She brushed his hair back and carressed his cheek. "I love you too, Gil."
Grissom closed his eyes, not wanting this moment to end.
THE END
(I hope you liked this story. It was my very first.)
Titled: The One You Love
Author: Moggie
Chapter Seventeen
The drive was quiet, mostly because Sara had fallen asleep due to the painkillers the doctor gave her before they left. Grissom pulled into his parking space and climbed out. He walked round to Sara's side and opened the door. She still hadn't moved so he leaned across and unbuckled her seatbelt. He scooped her up carefully into his arms and carried her up to his front door. Sara wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose into his neck. Grissom manage to open the door and close it softly with his foot. He carried her to his bedroom and laid her on the bed. He pulled the comforter from the foot of the bed to her chin and let her sleep.
He sat on his couch with his pet spider 'Samuel' on his hand. The large spider probed with his front legs before moving up Grissom's arm to his shoulder. Grissom let Samuel stay there while he drank his coffee and read the newspaper. After a while, he put the spider back in it's habitat. He feed his bugs and showered. When he came out, he walked into the bedroom to see Sara curled up to his pillow with the blanket now on the floor. He walked further into the room, picked it up and draped it back over her. He was feeling tired, so he removed the pillow from Sara's grasp and lay down next to her. After a few minutes, Sara cuddled closer and draped her arm over his chest. Grissom cover her hand with his and drifted off to sleep only moments later.
When Sara woke, she found herself in Grissom's room, on his bed and with Grissom. He was curled up to her. His head lay on her stomach avoiding the stitches, with one arm holding her to him. She watched him as he dreamed. He seemed to pull her closer as he continued to dream. She stroked his hair and noticed it was a little damp. He had obviously showered not long ago. She played with his salt and peppered curls, wrapping them around her finger and stroking them back. He mumbled something, which she couldn't quite make out. Listening to the incoherent mumbling, she continued to run her fingers through his curls. She fell asleep a short time after Grissom moved his head to her chest. She figured he was subconsciously listening to her heartbeat.
When they both started to stir, Sara's back was press to Grissom's chest. He was holding her to him with their fingers entwined. When the alarm went of, he was the first to move. He let Sara's hand go and sat up, swinging his legs over the side onto the carpet covered floor. He looked at his watch as Sara rolled over to see him sitting there.
"What's wrong?" She pulled herself into a sitting position and took in a deep breath. She reached for the painkillers and the bottled water on the bedside.
Grissom started pulling on clean clothes. "I've got an appointment at 4, so I better get going so I'm not late." He sat on the edge of the bed, tying up his show laces.
Sara downed the tablets and water. "What sort of appointment?" She asked, moving closer to him. She sat on her knees while slowly massaging his shoulders. "Do you want me to come?"
Grissom finished his laces and leaned back into her massaging hands. "Hmmm.that feels goods.I'm not sure you want to come. You caught a cold in that hospital, remember?"
Sara continued to massage and moved to his neck. He groaned at how good her hands felt and the way they worked to relax the muscles that were so tense. "The doctor gave me some antibiotics for the cold, so I should be fine. You still didn't tell what sort of appointment you had." Grissom didn't reply so she stopped and turned him by the shoulders to look at her. "Griss?"
He looked down at his feet. "I forgot about the appointment till just now. I was going to tell you. I just forgot, that's all." Sara lifted his chin so he would have no choice but to look into her eyes.
"Gil?" A tear escaped and ran down his cheek. This was not something he wanted Sara to see. He got up and walked to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and washed his face. Sara watched him in the bathroom from the bed. "Griss, you know you can tell me, don't you?"
He walked to her and cupped her cheek. "I know and I will. I tell you what, when I finish, I'll come back here first, before going to work. Ok?" Sara nodded and pulled him tight against her. She lowered her head and kissed his ear. Grissom felt the kiss and somehow felt that she knew, but she couldn't, could she? "I'll see you soon." Without saying another word, he left.
Sara showered, changed her bandages and made herself comfortable on the couch. She didn't feel like eating anything, so picked up the newspaper that was on the coffee table and read it whilst drinking a cup of black coffee, seeing as Grissom had run out of milk. Oh well. She walked around, looking at the different bugs and the butterfly collection. She reached up and traced the wings of one large butterfly in particular, but stopped when she saw movement in the corner of her eye. It was probably the biggest spider she'd ever seen. It was bigger than the one he kept at the lab. Scary! So she kept her distance. Although it was in a glass container, it didn't look too safe to go near. Sara found Grissom's forensic journals and flicked through them. When she found one she hadn't read, she sat down to read it and before she new it, she fell asleep.
A noise came from the front door, but not enough to wake Sara, who was still on the couch with the book lying open on her stomach. Grissom put his keys down quietly on the kitchen counter as he made his way over to the sleeping brunette. He knelt down and removed the book, placing it on the table behind him. He looked at her from head to toe, toe to head, taking in every each of her. He raised his hand and traced the outline of her jaw, her lips then her ear. He lingered there a bit longer, running his index finger along the creases of her ear.
Sara moved her head to look at him as she opened her eyes. As she focused on him, she smiled and he smiled in return. "Hey, how'd it go?"
Grissom leaned down and kissed her lips before taking her hand to help her to sit up. He sat on the table in front of her, looking at her hands. "Ok, but I have to go back soon." He kissed her knuckles on her left hand and held it against his cheek. Sara moved her hand so her fingers brushed his ear. Grissom looked deep into her eyes, asking her the question, which she should be asking. "How bad is it?" She nodded and he took her hand away to hold. "Bad.But, there are things we can try." He moved to sit on the couch next to her. She pulled his head towards her and kiss each ear before he lowered his head to her lap. "I wanted to tell you for a long time, but I couldn't."
"I know, but you've told me now and you don't need to go through this alone. I'm here for you and so are Catherine, Warrick and Nick."
Grissom nodded with his head still resting on her lap. He brought his legs up onto the couch and they sat, comforting each other. "I love you, Sara."
She brushed his hair back and carressed his cheek. "I love you too, Gil."
Grissom closed his eyes, not wanting this moment to end.
THE END
(I hope you liked this story. It was my very first.)