Sara groaned as the doctor left the room. She cradled her left, injured hand in her right and hissed in pain when she touched her knuckles.

"Thank you, Doctor," Grissom called after the dark haired man.

"I'm just doing my job," he said, turning and smiling at Grissom. "Call me if you need anything and take good care of her, because her hand will be quite sore for a couple of days," he added helpfully. "Make sure to change the bandages regularly and put ice on her knuckles." He waved at Grissom and disappeared around the corner.

"Will do," Grissom called after him and closed the door softly. He turned his attention back to Sara. "How are you feeling?" he asked worriedly.

"I'll live," she hissed through clenched teeth, holding her bandaged hand and fingers. "But it sure hurts like hell," she added quietly.

"Wait until the painkillers kick in," Grissom offered.

"Technically, this is entirely your fault," she glared at him, her back resting against the headboard of the bed.

"I'm sorry." Grissom lowered his head guiltily, his fingers suddenly seeming very interesting. He sat down on the bed and a second later he felt it move. Looking up, he saw Sara awkwardly trying to crawl towards him. He met her in the middle of the bed. "I can't believe what an ass I've been," he admitted, gently taking her good hand in his and lacing their fingers together.

"It's only bruised, Gris," she reminded him gently, a smile playing around her lips.

"I guess you were lucky," he mumbled and pulled her to him. "Is it okay if I hold you?" he asked sheepishly.

"Do you even need to ask?" she grinned at him. "I think I'd like that very much," she smiled sweetly at him, her gaze settling on his adorable blue eyes. Sara put her head on his chest and put her arms around his neck, holding him as close as their current relationship would allow.

They stayed like that for a little while, both silently enjoying their closeness. Grissom grinned into her hair and smiled when she lifted her head. "I could get used to this," she admitted softly.

"So could I," Grissom stretched back on the bed lazily and pulled Sara with him. "Want to catch a movie?" he asked casually.

"Sure," Sara put her head back on his shoulder. "What did you have in mind?" she asked as she reached for the remote.

"I don't know," Grissom shrugged. "I'm sure they have a very wide choice of in-room movies." He took the remote from her hand and flipped through channels.

"Stop there," Sara exclaimed when he stumbled upon the Movie Channel, stilling the movement of the remote with her hand on his. "Let's see what they have," she said, lifting her head from his shoulder and looking at him expectantly.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"You have to press the menu button in order to look at the movies they offer," she replied, taking the remote from his hand and starting to examine their choices.

"Oh," he grinned. "That's how it works," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"You're such a brilliant scientist, but you're unable to figure out how in-room movies work. Don't tell me you've never watched one," she grinned.

"Actually no," he smiled at her and rolled onto his side. "I usually have other things to do rather than watch movies," he quipped.

"Other things?" she asked. "As in better things?" She turned on her side facing him and leant her chin on her good hand.

"Most certainly not," he replied adamantly. "This is nice," he whispered softly. He leaned towards her and placed a tender kiss on her cheek. "Find anything you like?" he asked, watching her eyes read the screen intently.

"Yeah," she turned her head and caught him staring. She grinned at the blush creeping onto his cheeks. "But I'm not really sure if you'll like my choice," she said sweetly, licking her dry lips.

"Try me," Grissom replied, taking a glass of water from the nightstand and handing it to her.

Of all the things Grissom could have done, he chose to hand her a glass of water. 'He could have kissed me,' Sara thought and chuckled.

"What?" Grissom asked.

"Nothing," she shook her head. She took a gulp of water from the glass and handed it back to him. "Thanks for the water," she smiled. "Who's your favourite actor," she asked unexpectedly, taking him by surprise.

"Um." He contemplated the question for a minute, not knowing if he should lie to her or tell her the truth. He settled for the latter. "I've always had a soft spot for British humour," he admitted.

"Really?" she asked, grinning widely at him.

"Believe it or not," he said. "Don't tell anyone, but I have been meaning to see the latest Hugh Grant film," he whispered, holding his finger in front of his mouth. 'But I didn't have the guts to ask the girl out,' he added mentally.

"Hugh Grant, I can't believe it." Her grin grew even wider. "You are so full of surprises Gil Grissom," she whistled. "Anything else you want to share with me?" she asked innocently.

Grissom's mouth curled into a grin and he leant on his elbows, his face hovering above hers, their mouths dangerously close. "You're too curious Miss Sidle," he whispered. "I don't share my secrets with anyone," he added.

Sara held his gaze for a few seconds. "Well, then I should feel honoured," she said, before getting up abruptly from the bed and walking to the bathroom.

"Sara," he called out after her, but she slammed the door shut. He plopped backwards on the bed, covering his face with his hands. "Darn," he groaned loudly and slammed his hand against the headboard in frustration. "Ouch," he yelped in pain and stretched his fingers to check for possible injuries, but everything seemed to be working fine. He took some ice from the fridge and held them against his fingers.

"Are you that jealous of me?" asked an amused voice from the doorway of the bathroom. "What happened?" she questioned him.

"Nothing," he lied. "I just hit my hand."

"Right," Sara shook her head and walked to where he was standing. "I may have had an urgent need to use to bathroom a minute ago, but I'm not deaf you know. It sounded distinctly like someone hitting a wall," she explained. "So what gives?" she asked him.

"I hit my hand, okay," he yelled at her, flinching at the confused look in her eyes. "Sorry," he said softly. "But you left in such a hurry and I thought," he closed his eyes and let out a puff of air.

"And you thought I was angry at you," Sara finished for him.

"Yeah," he replied, opening his eyes to meet her gaze. "Can you forgive me?" He cradled her cheek in his hand, his touch as soft as a butterfly.

Sara nuzzled his hand with her cheek, enjoying the growing sensation in her stomach. "I can't blame you, you know," she said. "I've been a real pain lately," she added as an afterthought.

Grissom pulled his hand away and smiled. "Well, I haven't been a Saint either," he confessed, as he gently touched her injured hand and kissed her knuckles under the bandages. "I think it's about time we stopped hurting each other," he whispered.

"I'd like that very much," she nodded in agreement. "How's the hand?" she asked.

"It's okay." He kissed her cheek and took her good hand in his, pulling her to the bed. "How about that movie?" he asked as he fell back on the bed, pulling her with him.

"Okay," she whispered, as she felt him putting both of his arms around her waist, and pulling her even closer to him. As she lay close to him, it was hard to see where he ended and she began.

Sara picked up the remote and pressed the okay button and a second later the billing message appeared on the screen. She pressed okay again and a few seconds later the movie started to play. She looked at Grissom and caught him staring at her, before he turned his attention back to the screen.

Grissom was smirking when he looked back at Sara a few seconds later. "How did you know?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"I've been meaning to go and see that movie myself," she answered, moving even closer to him, her head on his shoulder. From a distance, they looked like a tangled heap of body parts. "I've always been a Hugh Grant fan," she admitted finally. "Never missed one of his movies," she sighed.

"I should have known." He placed a kiss on the top of her head. "So, why do you like him?" he asked as the opening credits played.

"He's a good actor," she mumbled into his shoulder.

"And I'm sure his good looks have nothing to do with it," Grissom quipped, flinching when a lost hand started tickling his side.

"Yeah, he's good looking, I'll admit that," Sara explained. "But that's not all," she said. "He has an incredible sense of humour and he is the best possible actor for romantic comedies," she concluded.

"I think you might be right," Grissom nodded. "And he is a very good actor," he agreed. "I've enjoyed most of his movies," he admitted, blushing slightly.

"I knew there was more to you than meets the eye," Sara chuckled and kissed his chin.

Grissom swallowed hard as the emotions rose inside him. He tried to push them back, but it was getting harder and harder to keep them at bay. The longer he thought it over, the more he wondered why he was always fighting against the all consuming feelings he had for the wonderful woman, lying comfortably in his arms.

When the end credits started rolling, Grissom tried to move, but Sara wouldn't budge. He hovered over her face and found her soundly asleep. "Sara," he said quietly, but she was far away in dreamland. He traced her cheek with his finger and she stirred, turning on her back.

As he looked at her, his eyes travelled to her bandaged hand. The Doctor had told him to put ice on it and that was exactly what he was going to do. He removed the bandages as gently as he could and stared at her knuckles, which were now turning a colourful shade of blue.

He retrieved some ice from the fridge, put it in a towel and held it against her hand. Sara flinched at the cold, but she didn't open her eyes. She seemed to be in a restful slumber and Grissom didn't want to wake her.

After 10 minutes of holding the ice against her hand, he removed the towel and discarded the ice in the bathroom sink. He put some ointment on Sara's fingers and bandaged her hand again. She turned in her sleep and clasped his hand. He removed her hand gently and got up from the bed but Sara held onto his arm.

"Don't go," she mumbled sleepily.

Grissom swallowed and looked at her. She was looking at him through sleep heavy eyes. "Sara," he started.

"Stay with me, Gris," she whispered, and pulled him into a sitting position next to her.

Grissom closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He opened them a moment later, only to find her staring at him intently, a pleading look in her eyes.

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