Pulling her hair back into a black scrunchie, Sara blew out a breath and stepped out into the backyard, and smiled, seeing Nick and Grissom talking quietly, leaning on either side of one of the patio beams.
She turned around and went back inside and walked into the very empty kitchen.
What was wrong with her, her mind must have completely disappeared on her because the thought of furniture to fill this big house had never crossed her mind. And even thought she wasn't so girly most of the time, she was a woman, and no matter how ungirly you could be, you always thought of things like that.
Sara sighed and walked over to the cupboard, and pulled out three glasses, opened the freezer to see if there was ice and smiled happily when she saw a whole tray full.
Putting ice in all the cups, she switched the fridge over to water and filled the glasses. Picking up two of them, she turned to the left and headed out of the kitchen and out the doors onto the patio.
She smiled as she came up behind them and hearing them still speaking in low tones she cleared her throat. They both turned and looked at her stunned.
She smiled and held out both glasses. The men looked as if she had just handed them a million dollars, they both took large gulps as she stood there with a grin on her face.
Nick came up for air first and wiped his mouth with his arm.
"Sara…exactly how long have you been standing there?"
She smirked and tilted her head to the side in mock thought, "Oh…I'd say about a minute or two…why, talking about something I should hear?"
She gave them both straight looks and they looked at each other for a moment then shook their heads.
Grissom smiled and handed her his empty glass. "Thank you Sara, that was certainly refreshing."
Sara grinned, "Welcome."
She held her hand out for Nick's empty glass and once she held it in her hand, she turned around and left the men to themselves.
Nick and Grissom didn't talk much, and Sara remembered how much Nick had always looked up to Grissom, now it seemed Nick didn't need constant patting on the back and encouragement. He'd grown up, and now seemed to be able to talk to Grissom as easily as she used to.
She shook her head, setting the glass into the deep sink.
Walking around the island she headed through the living room and down the hall to her room.
Unpacking clothes and hanging them in the closet had turned into quite a boring task. And the house looking so damn empty was sorta giving her the creeps.
"I really need to go shopping…hopefully…oh..who am I kidding, I'll be done with all this by at midnight tonight at the latest, then I can go furniture shopping and I'd be done."
She looked over at the clock. "6:42". Her stomach rumbled when she read the time and she looked over at the door, contemplating on what she should do about food.
Nick was standing in the door, smiling kindly. "Thinking what I'm thinking Sara?"
"Yes! I'm starving."
"Okay..what do you want my vegetarian miss?"
"Well..depends on where you're going."
"We're being cheap. McDonalds."
Sara smirked, "Okay…a large salad, and fry."
"Cool…be back in about 20 minutes."
He started to walk away, but then turned back.
"Why don't you go keep Grissom company while I'm gone…this place is sure empty."
Sara regarded him with a weird look, then looked down at the floor.
"I know..its kinda creepy."
"Yeah..well..be back in a while."
He turned and headed down the hall.
Sara stared after him for a moment, then threw down the shirt she was holding, stood and decided to take Nick's advice….wondering if Grissom had actually said it, and gotten Nick to say it for him.
Sara stepped out onto the patio, and looked around for Grissom.
She finally spotted him, crouching in front of one of the bushes near the pool.
She smiled and slowly walked out across the grass to him.
Standing behind him she rubbed her hands together a moment, smiled and shook her head.
Taking a chance, she walked over beside him and bent down next to him.
He looked startled at first, then relaxed. Sara smiled and tried to find what he was looking at.
After a moment she spotted it, a cocoon hanging at the middle branch of a dying bush.
He looked at it and then turned his head and looked at her.
"I'm afraid it might fall if this bush dies. That cocoon hits the floor…"
"Yeah..I know…but we can't touch it. I think we need to just let it go, let things go as they're intended."
Grissom watched her a moment, then smiled, "You're always right."
Sara squinted her eyes a moment, then playfully smacked him in the arm.
"What were you and Nick whispering about?"
Grissom slowly stood and Sara came up, watching, waiting.
"Nothing, at least, nothing to do with you."
Sara could see a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
She squinted her eyes in mock anger at him and said simply without emotion, "Liar."
His slowly forming smirk turned into a small smile and he shook his head and walked slowly back to the patio.
In a moment, she was in step with him and she kept her head down, quiet.
He sat down on the edge of the patio and looked up at her, patting the open space next to him.
Sara smirked and sat down. Before she realized it, he reached for her right hand and held it firmly in his.
Sara didn't know how to react, but made herself sit quietly, watching, waiting.
After a moment she could feel his thumb, softly massaging over the back of her knuckles, and she smiled at the sensation. Her hands hurt a lot from pulling boxes apart and dinging them against things.
He stopped a moment, looked at her hand and carefully traced a scratch with his thumb.
"Do your hands hurt a lot?"
Sara surprised by the question decided to be truthful and for once try not to be so bullheaded and strong.
"A little, I've hit them and scratched them against things a few times."
He opened his fingers out and stretched hers outward as well, softly running his thumb over her fingernails.
He then brought his hand down slowly to her wrist and took her hand firmly again when her fingers drew back.
She still was curious as to exactly what this was, and decided to stop this before she got too attached. She squeezed his hand lightly and then slowly pulled it from his.
She noticed a small twitch at the corner of his lips, then a small smile form.
"You have beautiful hands Sara."
Sara was caught of guard by this and could only mutter a low, "Thanks."
After a moment she closed her eyes and when she opened them, she realized how tired she really was. She let her eyes close again and moment and next thing she knew she found herself drifting sideways towards him.
As she started to rock back to her space, he reached his hand around and pushed her back a little towards him and muttered, "Your tired, you can lean against my shoulder for a while…take a cat nap until Nick gets back with dinner."
Sara was a little shocked, but so tired she couldn't keep her eyes open another second. So she acquiesced and leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling the weight of the world, disappear.
His hand was still pressed against the back of her shoulder, and he smiled when he felt her relax into him.
After a few moments, he could hear small, steady breathing, knowing she had drifted off.
He smiled softly, feeling his heart jump a little at his boldness, but…relieved at the same time.
How might he'd wanted her near to him lately. He'd missed their closeness before. The brushes, the leaning. This more than half made up for it.
He smiled as she took a deep breath and leaned against him more.
Looking up at the darkening sky he smiled and said a small prayer of thanks.
She turned around and went back inside and walked into the very empty kitchen.
What was wrong with her, her mind must have completely disappeared on her because the thought of furniture to fill this big house had never crossed her mind. And even thought she wasn't so girly most of the time, she was a woman, and no matter how ungirly you could be, you always thought of things like that.
Sara sighed and walked over to the cupboard, and pulled out three glasses, opened the freezer to see if there was ice and smiled happily when she saw a whole tray full.
Putting ice in all the cups, she switched the fridge over to water and filled the glasses. Picking up two of them, she turned to the left and headed out of the kitchen and out the doors onto the patio.
She smiled as she came up behind them and hearing them still speaking in low tones she cleared her throat. They both turned and looked at her stunned.
She smiled and held out both glasses. The men looked as if she had just handed them a million dollars, they both took large gulps as she stood there with a grin on her face.
Nick came up for air first and wiped his mouth with his arm.
"Sara…exactly how long have you been standing there?"
She smirked and tilted her head to the side in mock thought, "Oh…I'd say about a minute or two…why, talking about something I should hear?"
She gave them both straight looks and they looked at each other for a moment then shook their heads.
Grissom smiled and handed her his empty glass. "Thank you Sara, that was certainly refreshing."
Sara grinned, "Welcome."
She held her hand out for Nick's empty glass and once she held it in her hand, she turned around and left the men to themselves.
Nick and Grissom didn't talk much, and Sara remembered how much Nick had always looked up to Grissom, now it seemed Nick didn't need constant patting on the back and encouragement. He'd grown up, and now seemed to be able to talk to Grissom as easily as she used to.
She shook her head, setting the glass into the deep sink.
Walking around the island she headed through the living room and down the hall to her room.
Unpacking clothes and hanging them in the closet had turned into quite a boring task. And the house looking so damn empty was sorta giving her the creeps.
"I really need to go shopping…hopefully…oh..who am I kidding, I'll be done with all this by at midnight tonight at the latest, then I can go furniture shopping and I'd be done."
She looked over at the clock. "6:42". Her stomach rumbled when she read the time and she looked over at the door, contemplating on what she should do about food.
Nick was standing in the door, smiling kindly. "Thinking what I'm thinking Sara?"
"Yes! I'm starving."
"Okay..what do you want my vegetarian miss?"
"Well..depends on where you're going."
"We're being cheap. McDonalds."
Sara smirked, "Okay…a large salad, and fry."
"Cool…be back in about 20 minutes."
He started to walk away, but then turned back.
"Why don't you go keep Grissom company while I'm gone…this place is sure empty."
Sara regarded him with a weird look, then looked down at the floor.
"I know..its kinda creepy."
"Yeah..well..be back in a while."
He turned and headed down the hall.
Sara stared after him for a moment, then threw down the shirt she was holding, stood and decided to take Nick's advice….wondering if Grissom had actually said it, and gotten Nick to say it for him.
Sara stepped out onto the patio, and looked around for Grissom.
She finally spotted him, crouching in front of one of the bushes near the pool.
She smiled and slowly walked out across the grass to him.
Standing behind him she rubbed her hands together a moment, smiled and shook her head.
Taking a chance, she walked over beside him and bent down next to him.
He looked startled at first, then relaxed. Sara smiled and tried to find what he was looking at.
After a moment she spotted it, a cocoon hanging at the middle branch of a dying bush.
He looked at it and then turned his head and looked at her.
"I'm afraid it might fall if this bush dies. That cocoon hits the floor…"
"Yeah..I know…but we can't touch it. I think we need to just let it go, let things go as they're intended."
Grissom watched her a moment, then smiled, "You're always right."
Sara squinted her eyes a moment, then playfully smacked him in the arm.
"What were you and Nick whispering about?"
Grissom slowly stood and Sara came up, watching, waiting.
"Nothing, at least, nothing to do with you."
Sara could see a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
She squinted her eyes in mock anger at him and said simply without emotion, "Liar."
His slowly forming smirk turned into a small smile and he shook his head and walked slowly back to the patio.
In a moment, she was in step with him and she kept her head down, quiet.
He sat down on the edge of the patio and looked up at her, patting the open space next to him.
Sara smirked and sat down. Before she realized it, he reached for her right hand and held it firmly in his.
Sara didn't know how to react, but made herself sit quietly, watching, waiting.
After a moment she could feel his thumb, softly massaging over the back of her knuckles, and she smiled at the sensation. Her hands hurt a lot from pulling boxes apart and dinging them against things.
He stopped a moment, looked at her hand and carefully traced a scratch with his thumb.
"Do your hands hurt a lot?"
Sara surprised by the question decided to be truthful and for once try not to be so bullheaded and strong.
"A little, I've hit them and scratched them against things a few times."
He opened his fingers out and stretched hers outward as well, softly running his thumb over her fingernails.
He then brought his hand down slowly to her wrist and took her hand firmly again when her fingers drew back.
She still was curious as to exactly what this was, and decided to stop this before she got too attached. She squeezed his hand lightly and then slowly pulled it from his.
She noticed a small twitch at the corner of his lips, then a small smile form.
"You have beautiful hands Sara."
Sara was caught of guard by this and could only mutter a low, "Thanks."
After a moment she closed her eyes and when she opened them, she realized how tired she really was. She let her eyes close again and moment and next thing she knew she found herself drifting sideways towards him.
As she started to rock back to her space, he reached his hand around and pushed her back a little towards him and muttered, "Your tired, you can lean against my shoulder for a while…take a cat nap until Nick gets back with dinner."
Sara was a little shocked, but so tired she couldn't keep her eyes open another second. So she acquiesced and leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling the weight of the world, disappear.
His hand was still pressed against the back of her shoulder, and he smiled when he felt her relax into him.
After a few moments, he could hear small, steady breathing, knowing she had drifted off.
He smiled softly, feeling his heart jump a little at his boldness, but…relieved at the same time.
How might he'd wanted her near to him lately. He'd missed their closeness before. The brushes, the leaning. This more than half made up for it.
He smiled as she took a deep breath and leaned against him more.
Looking up at the darkening sky he smiled and said a small prayer of thanks.