Stepping out into the hallway, Sara sniffed in the delicious smell of breakfast.

She was definitely hungry. She forced a tired smile as she entered the living room and crossed over into the kitchen.

She paused at the kitchen entryway, looking intently at Grissom. His shirt sleeves were pushed up, a towel over his shoulder. Unknowing to her presence, he went on with his tasks.

He reached over and opened her cupboard and pulled out two mugs for coffee. At that moment, the coffee pot beeped and Grissom turned around, he jumped a little, recovered quickly and smiled lightly.

"Oh…don't sneak up on me like that."

Sara smirked and walked over to the coffee pot across from him and pulled it out of the percolator.
Grissom turned and picked up the mugs and walked over to her, holding one out.

Sara filled it and handed it back to him, and took the other mug from his extended hand.

After pouring her coffee, she walked over to the fridge, holding it between her fingertips, blowing into the mug. She set the mug on the counter and opened the fridge and rummaged around a moment.

As she pulled out a box of 'French Vanilla' cream she called out to Grissom asking if he wanted anything special in his coffee.

"Ahh…I'll just have a tiny bit of sugar in mine."

Sara nodded her head; she sidestepped and opened the carton and poured some of it into her mug, closed it and set it back in the fridge, kicking it shut with her foot.

She turned around to see Grissom setting two plates of eggs and toast on each side of the small table.

He walked back over to the sink, set down the towel and picked up the small bowl of sugar and brought it over to the table.

Sara stood watching, wondering if this was real or if she was having some ridiculous dream.

When he turned around and looked at her expectantly, she knew this couldn't be dream, that it was real.

She bowed her head a little then walked over to the left side of the table and sat down, at that moment Grissom pulled out his seat and sat down.

Sara reached for her fork and speared a piece of scrambled egg and took a bite.

She smiled lightly at the delicious flavor and looked up to see Grissom studying her.

Taking another bite and swallowing it she looked at him quizzically.

"What….you've seen me eat before, what's so different this time?"

Grissom smirked and started eating, after a few bites, he waved his fork a little and said, "There's nothing weird about the way you eat, I was just gauging how much you liked the food."

"Ah…well…its good."

Grissom nodded and they went on eating. At first the silence was uncomfortable, but after a few more glances and tiny smiles the silence was comforting.

As Sara took her last bite, Grissom took a sip from his mug and cleared his throat. Sara looked up, waiting to see what he'd say.

He looked at her a moment, and decided to dive right in and get it over with.

"Sara…I really think it would be of great help to you if you would reconsider taking a few weeks of vacation."

Sara scanned the room a moment, then back at him.

"Well….uh…I don't know, I guess, but….What am I going to do, there's only so much I can do here and then the rest of the time until I come back, I'd be spending my days counting the minutes till I return."

Grissom smiled and pushed his plate away. "Well, who says you have to stay here. You could…go visit your family, go away somewhere."

"Yeah….maybe."

She looked down at the floor, trying to think of where she'd actually go. 'I don't go on vacations…they get boring after a while.'

"Sara."

Sara looked up, suddenly realizing that he'd been calling her name.

"Yeah?" she said breathlessly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah…fine."

"No…I mean….last night."

Grissom watched, as her eyes seemed to cloud over. Anger, guilt, sadness, regret were the few thinks he could see. He wished he hadn't asked that. Sara suddenly looked up at him.

"Uhm…you know…I'm feeling kinda tired now. I think I want to go back to sleep."

Grissom swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly nodded his head.

Sara slowly stood and started to pick up her plate when Grissom reached over and softly touched her wrist.

She reared back in surprise and looked at him.

For a moment he seemed at a loss for words, then quickly recovered and said, "Don't worry…I'll clean up. You go back and sleep. I'll let myself out."

Sara watched as he stood and picked up the plates and walked over to the sink and set them down.

He came back to pick up the coffee mugs, and she slowly turned to walk away.

Before she got too far Grissom reached for her shoulder and pulled her back.

"Sara…"

She turned and looked up, a confused look on her face.

He seemed to be wrestling with some internal monster, but before Sara could say anything he pulled her towards him in a comforting hug.

Sara was in pure shock as her arms hung limp at her sides. She sensed her own stiffness and tried to make herself relax.

She felt Grissom start to pull back, but brought her hands up to his shoulders, holding him close a moment.

After a few seconds she slowly let go and stepped back.

She looked up at his face, he stared straight ahead over the top of her head, then slowly looked down, fear and something she couldn't name, in his eyes.

"I'm sorry…I uh.."

"Its okay. I uh…" She broke into a small smile and looked down at the floor, then back up at him.

"Thank you…I..I needed that."

Grissom lips twitched into a small smile and then he turned to go back to the sink.

Sara turned to the living room and headed down the hall to her bedroom.

She pushed through the door and decided to leave it cracked open.

Walking over to her bed, she pulled the scrunchie out of her hair and let it fall from her hand. As she lay down, she let out a soft moan, feeling her self relax and start to drift off.