Title: Happy Hour: Chapter 2 Donuts and Perspective
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Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: S/G (Sara/Grissom)
Spoilers: So called season finale.
Summary: Grissom brings Sara home.
Notes: I wrote this before the season finale.
Extra Notes: But it's a good tie in.
An Extra Big Thank You: To Kelly, my beta reader.
Feedback is welcomed.
Reaching a hand out from under her blanket, Sara pounded on her alarm clock. When the noise stopped, she pulled her hand back in and turned over. Not a minute later, the sound came back. Reaching out once again, she lifted the blanket and searched her nightstand for her cell phone. Spotting it, she picked it up and threw it across the room. When the noise stopped, she pulled the blanket back down and turned over.
But the noise returned. Flipping the blanket off her body, Sara threw her feet over the side of her bed. Getting up, she went in search of the annoying noise. But as she exited her bedroom and walked into the living room, she finally figured out what the noise was.
Pulling her door open, Sara glared at the person. "What?"
"Morning to you too, Sara!" Grissom greeted, as he slipped past her into her apartment.
Turning around, Sara quickly found out that a sudden movement of any kind was not a good idea. Putting a hand on her head, she spoke to her annoying wake up call.
"What are you doing here?"
"Waking you up, this bright afternoon," Grissom announced in a loud voice.
Her head couldn't take it. Walking past him, she started for her bedroom. "Close the door on your way out, I'm going back to bed."
Shaking his head, Grissom answered her. "No you aren't."
Stopping at her doorway, Sara turned around. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, you aren't going back to bed," Grissom said as he approached her. Opening a bag he was holding, he let her have a view of the contents. "I have donuts for us."
Peering into the bag, Sara quickly found out that her stomach didn't agree. "Oh gawd, Grissom."
Grissom smirked.
Sara didn't. She put a hand over her mouth and made a beeline for the bathroom.
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About five minutes later, after Grissom had stored the donuts away, he finally made his way to the bathroom.
Knocking lightly, he spoke when he didn't hear her. "Sara, honey, you okay?"
"Don't honey me, Grissom," Sara answered from the other side of the door.
Grissom had to keep from laughing. Opening the door, he peeked in. "Honestly, are you okay?"
Sitting in the corner beside the bathtub and the toilet bowl, Sara joked. "Well now I know what I had for dinner last night."
Grissom chuckled. "Have any washcloths handy?"
"Beside you out in the hall," Sara answered as she got up on her knees and put her head over the toilet bowl.
Finally finding a washcloth, Grissom slipped back into the bathroom. Running the cloth under warm water, Grissom then bent down. "Look at me."
After visiting the toilet gods once again, Sara sat back down in her spot and looked up at Grissom.
When she was looking up at him, Grissom gently wiped her face with the washcloth. "You okay, now?"
"That was a dirty trick," Sara said as she rather enjoyed Grissom wiping her face.
"Ya, I know," Grissom admitted. "How's the stomach?"
"Empty."
"Ready to move?"
"Where?"
"The couch?" Grissom offered.
"Don't you dare leave me," Sara warned as she slowly got up.
"Wouldn't think of it," Grissom told her as they started out of the bathroom. Placing a hand on her waist, Grissom took her hand in his and helped her to the couch.
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"Maybe I shouldn't drink so much," Sara said as she lay on her side on the couch.
"Maybe you're right," Grissom agreed as he sat on the edge of the coffee table holding a glass of water and two Tylenols.
"I don't usually puke, but then again I don't usually have some one waving food in front of me," Sara told him as she sat down. Taking the glass of water and two Tylenols, she took them and then laid down.
"How long have you been drinking?" Grissom asked as he set the glass of water down beside him and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. "Sara, I need the truth."
"Awhile," she admitted.
"Awhile?" Grissom repeated.
"Ya, awhile. Eases the pain," Sara said as she took a deep breath.
"What pain?"
"You want to get into this now?" Sara questioned.
"Yes, what pain?" Grissom repeated.
"The pain of being ignored. The pain of trying to forget something but having it come back every time you turn around. The pain of working your ass off, but getting no where in the job you love so much," Sara rambled.
He was the centre of most of her problems. "Have you tried talking to some one?"
"Like, I have many friends Grissom. I work too damn much," Sara reminded him.
She was just like him. "Well you could talk to one of us."
"Grab a brain here Grissom. I may be there friends, but I'm not going to open up about my personal stuff."
"I would have listened," Grissom told her point blank.
Sara giggled. "No, no you wouldn't. You were to busy with everything else. You've basically ignored me since the lab blew up. Better yet, since I asked you out."
She had him. She was absolutely right. But he'd give it a try. "No I haven't."
"Have you been drinking, Grissom? Are you in denial?" Sara fired at him as she remembered she had a headache. Her head started to throb.
Watching her facial expressions, Grissom figured her head hurt. "Is that why you're drinking, mostly because of me?"
"You and my stinking life," Sara told him, as she pulled the blanket up. "Look Grissom, my head is throbbing. I need sleep."
"Fine," he gave in. "But I'll be back in a bit and we're going to finish this discussion."
"There's nothing to discuss," Sara said as she closed her eyes. "Nothing at all, I know where you stand and I know where I stand. And we're really far apart."
Watching her drift off to sleep, Grissom had to give her credit. For a woman who was hung over, she was still smart as cookie. This is all he needed, a hung over woman to put his life in perspective.
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