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Chapter Two
The day that Grissom gave himself over to her completely is one that is forever burned into her psyche. The many times that she had fantasised about that very moment did nothing to diminish the wonder and utter bliss of the actuality. Sometimes she wishes that she could record every single little moment as she does not want to miss a thing. Sara had never been in love before, well never this deep and never so real so it is a new concept for her and everyday is like an adventure. It was a novelty at first, being able to kiss Grissom, to be able to stroke and play with his hair while he rested his head on her lap after a long day but now it is her life. It is her reality. She wasn't sure but she thought that perhaps thid was what heaven would taste like. Being with Grissom was like the scent of honeysuckle and roses on a warm summer evening and made her recall the day when she tasted ice cream for the first time. Cold at first, it almost burned her tongue but it was ever so sweet in the aftertaste. The initial sting was worth the result.
She even loves the fights, strange but true. She cherishes every moment with him because she never knows when this might end, when she would be cast back out into the cold. She doesn't want to think about what it would be like to get this close to perfect happiness and then have it taken away from her. However she knows that fate can be cruel and that life has a propensity to change when you least expect it. Carpe diem, a cliché it is true but it is a philosophy that she has adopted having seen the wisdom in the phrase and it is a philosophy that she has employed in her relationship with Grissom. Take every moment and make it yours.
She used to be afraid that Grissom would withdraw back into his cocoon, into his self imposed isolation. At the beginning of the relationship she used to fear that she would come home, lean in for a kiss and be rebuffed by the subtle turn of his head. She couldn't seem to shake the pain he had caused her since she came to Las Vegas and was unsure as to whether this was a sick development in the push-me-pull-me routine he had perfected over the course of her stay. She used to wonder whether she would ever become as important to him as he was to her or whether she was simply a distraction, something with which to pass the time. She can now laugh at her earlier insecurities because she now knows that Grissom's heart belongs to her. She sees a different Grissom to the public persona, a different Grissom to the introverted, serious scientist image that he likes to project. A Grissom for only her to know.
She is, for example, is the only one who knows that Grissom has a sticker phobia and can't bear to peel the hated things off his daily banana. She is pretty sure that she is the only one privy to his Monty Python obsession and his secret love of Nicole Kidman. As trivial as they may seem she still stores these little nuggets of information like the jewels they are because she realises that each of these idiosyncrasies are what makes Grissom so uniquely him. She has also discovered what makes him tick, what drives him and what inspires him. She knows about his family and his upbringing in California. In fact there isn't much she doesn't know about him apart from what he has bought her for her upcoming birthday although she could take a guess. She had been dropping hints for the past month after all. She doubts she could put into words how lucky she feels to be party to his secrets. He is guarded, something she can understand so she feels truly blessed that he trusts her enough to reveal himself to her, warts and all.
Lovers have come and gone but she has never had one has considerate as Grissom and this is another reason to be truly thankful. Her traumatic past and the nightmares that are the now corporeal embodiment of it have scared away lesser men. Grissom on the other hand takes it in his stride and although she knows that the intensity and ferocity of the night terrors sometimes scare him, he will always be there to wipe away her tears and to hold her until she feels safe again. He chases away the memories and for this simple act she feels forever indebted.
Chapter Two
The day that Grissom gave himself over to her completely is one that is forever burned into her psyche. The many times that she had fantasised about that very moment did nothing to diminish the wonder and utter bliss of the actuality. Sometimes she wishes that she could record every single little moment as she does not want to miss a thing. Sara had never been in love before, well never this deep and never so real so it is a new concept for her and everyday is like an adventure. It was a novelty at first, being able to kiss Grissom, to be able to stroke and play with his hair while he rested his head on her lap after a long day but now it is her life. It is her reality. She wasn't sure but she thought that perhaps thid was what heaven would taste like. Being with Grissom was like the scent of honeysuckle and roses on a warm summer evening and made her recall the day when she tasted ice cream for the first time. Cold at first, it almost burned her tongue but it was ever so sweet in the aftertaste. The initial sting was worth the result.
She even loves the fights, strange but true. She cherishes every moment with him because she never knows when this might end, when she would be cast back out into the cold. She doesn't want to think about what it would be like to get this close to perfect happiness and then have it taken away from her. However she knows that fate can be cruel and that life has a propensity to change when you least expect it. Carpe diem, a cliché it is true but it is a philosophy that she has adopted having seen the wisdom in the phrase and it is a philosophy that she has employed in her relationship with Grissom. Take every moment and make it yours.
She used to be afraid that Grissom would withdraw back into his cocoon, into his self imposed isolation. At the beginning of the relationship she used to fear that she would come home, lean in for a kiss and be rebuffed by the subtle turn of his head. She couldn't seem to shake the pain he had caused her since she came to Las Vegas and was unsure as to whether this was a sick development in the push-me-pull-me routine he had perfected over the course of her stay. She used to wonder whether she would ever become as important to him as he was to her or whether she was simply a distraction, something with which to pass the time. She can now laugh at her earlier insecurities because she now knows that Grissom's heart belongs to her. She sees a different Grissom to the public persona, a different Grissom to the introverted, serious scientist image that he likes to project. A Grissom for only her to know.
She is, for example, is the only one who knows that Grissom has a sticker phobia and can't bear to peel the hated things off his daily banana. She is pretty sure that she is the only one privy to his Monty Python obsession and his secret love of Nicole Kidman. As trivial as they may seem she still stores these little nuggets of information like the jewels they are because she realises that each of these idiosyncrasies are what makes Grissom so uniquely him. She has also discovered what makes him tick, what drives him and what inspires him. She knows about his family and his upbringing in California. In fact there isn't much she doesn't know about him apart from what he has bought her for her upcoming birthday although she could take a guess. She had been dropping hints for the past month after all. She doubts she could put into words how lucky she feels to be party to his secrets. He is guarded, something she can understand so she feels truly blessed that he trusts her enough to reveal himself to her, warts and all.
Lovers have come and gone but she has never had one has considerate as Grissom and this is another reason to be truly thankful. Her traumatic past and the nightmares that are the now corporeal embodiment of it have scared away lesser men. Grissom on the other hand takes it in his stride and although she knows that the intensity and ferocity of the night terrors sometimes scare him, he will always be there to wipe away her tears and to hold her until she feels safe again. He chases away the memories and for this simple act she feels forever indebted.