If this chapter is weird or doesn't make sense, forgive me. It's 2:33am…and I felt the need to write, though I feel as though I could fall out of my chair to the floor and be instantly asleep. But…enjoy!
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Sara's eyes flashed open and she looked around. She was….oh…the house. A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. She slowly sat up, feeling the fuzziness of sleep still in her head and slowly stood, covering her mouth when she yawned. Still in her day clothes, she walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a large dark blue LVPD shirt.
She walked into her large Mexican tiled bathroom and washed her face over one of the deep granite sinks. Looking into the mirror, she grabbed a towel and dried her face off.
Pulling off her clothes, and leaving them in a pile against the bathroom door, she pulled on her pajama pants and shirt.
Yawning as she walked out of her room, she was set on going to the kitchen and getting some ice cream and heading back to bed. Stepping into the living room she froze, seeing Grissom laying on a sleeping bag in one corner of the room, and Nick on the other side, opening out a large green sleeping bag.
She rubbed her face a moment, wondering if she was imagining things then quietly whispered, "Nick, what are you doing?" Nick turned around and smiled softly at her.
"She finally awakes. Your food is waiting for you. Salads in the fridge, fries are in the bag in the microwave."
Sara looked up at the ceiling then back at him, "Nick…why are you two still here?"
"Someone's moody." Nick said teasingly.
Sara regarded him with a pointed look and he threw his hands up in defeat.
"Okay…okay…."
Nick looked over at Grissom. He was leaning against the wall, a pillow between him and it, his jacket and clothes from the day still on.
Sara looked over as well…felling guilty. Gosh he must be hot in those clothes…and…
Nick took her arm and led her through the kitchen and into the family room.
"You win. You can't say a word to him, but because your alarm system hasn't been set up yet, Grissom didn't like the idea of you staying alone here on your first night."
Sara looked at him incredulously. "Your kidding right?"
Nick looked at her seriously, "Honest Sara, why the heck would I make something like that up. It's not like I wanted to have a sleepover." He grinned at the last part.
Sara smirked and said, "Oh come on Nick, girls love slumber parties."
Turning quickly and walking into the kitchen, leaving Nick to stand with his mouth hanging open, she opened the fridge and picked up her salad.
Looking at it, she shook her head and put it back. Shutting the door and turning to see Nick had disappeared. She heard the guest bathroom door shut, and knew she had nothing to worry about.
Sara poked her head around the corner of the kitchen entry and smiled softly at the site of Grissom.
He was slowly sliding down the wall with the pillow, his light jacket bunching up around his shoulders.
Sara looked down the length of him, to see his shoes were still on.
On impulse she found herself walking across the soft, white carpeting to take his shoes off.
When she reached him she stopped and thought a moment, What are you doing?…Oh hell…I doubt he'd mind.
She bent down and slowly un-did that laces, so as not to wake him. He looked very tired.
Loosening the laces a bit she carefully took the shoe off and set it on the floor.
Starting on the next one, she took her eyes from his face and focused on what she was doing.
When she'd succeeded on taking his other shoe off and setting it next to the other one she looked back towards Grissom's face and almost fell backwards, when she met his eyes.
"Grissom…um. I.."
"It's okay Sara. Thanks…I was going to take them off, my feet were killing me, but I drifted off before I had the chance."
Sara smiled. "Yeah…moving is definitely tiring."
"Very…though..I can barely remember what it was like when I moved here all those years ago."
"Yeah."
Sara looked away then back at him, to see him watching her intently.
She looked down at the floor and fell back to sit.
She looked around the room, then settled her eyes on him. He was still looking at her, but she went on.
"I think I need to go furniture shopping tomorrow. I can't believe I forgot about furniture…its such a dumb thing."
"Nah, you were busy, and its not like you had a lot of time to think about this, your neighbors will have to be out of that place in the next few days."
"Yeah…you have a point." Sara sighed and felt a yawn coming on, but clamped her mouth together to stifle it.
In the end she lost, and her mouth opened slightly and she covered her mouth.
"You should sleep Sara, you look tired still."
"Do I?…well..I agree…I feel beat."
Grissom smirked and slowly sat up, repositioning the pillow.
"So are you going to ask why the heck I'm sleeping on a sleeping bag in you living room?"
Sara shook her head softly, "Nope, Nick already explained."
"And what did Nick say?"
"He said you didn't think I'd be safe alone here tonight."
"Sara, I know you can defend yourself, but.."
"No..it's okay Gris, I understand, and…it's…" She smiled softly, "…It's nice to know someone cares enough to stay and…..'protect' me."
Grissom looked at her seriously a moment. "Sara…someone has always been there to protect you."
Sara's eyes were caught by Grissom's when she looked up and she felt the urge to say something to him regarding 'protection', but decided against it.
"Yeah. I know"
"Do you really. I am, and will always be here for you Sara."
"Yes, I know. Thank you."
"The pleasure is mine. You best go and sleep, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow."
Sara smiled and nodded her head. She stood and walked into the family room, and opened reached into one of the open boxes, retrieving a sleeping bag. She walked into her room, grabbed two pillows and returned to the living room.
Grissom was still away and when she walked in, he sat up and looked at her funny.
"Sara, go and sleep in your room, you don't have to sleep out here with us."
"Oh and miss out on all the fun. I think not."
Grissom watched her as she looked around the room for a place to put her sleeping bag.
He again felt the urge to motion to the space beside him and almost said something, but kept his mouth shut.
Boxes took up the other two corners and Sara didn't want to sleep in the middle of the room. She sighed and said, "Oh well..I guess I will…"
"Just lay it over here..theres space next to my bag."
Sara looked at him a moment, then the floor . She walked over and set her bag out lengthwise, while his was bag was going out from the wall.
Setting the pillows at the head of the bag, she saw Grissom's head would be quite close to hers. She wondered if she should move, but decided against it. If he wanted her to scoot a bit, he'd tell her..if not..whatever.
He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall closing his eyes.
Sara felt a wave of sleepiness come over her and decided she'd lie down now.
Lying down on the bag, she smiled at the softness of the carpet beneath her.
Lying her head on the pillows she felt a weight lifted and her head was clear.
She smiled as she let herself drift to sleep.
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Sara's eyes flashed open and she looked around. She was….oh…the house. A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. She slowly sat up, feeling the fuzziness of sleep still in her head and slowly stood, covering her mouth when she yawned. Still in her day clothes, she walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a large dark blue LVPD shirt.
She walked into her large Mexican tiled bathroom and washed her face over one of the deep granite sinks. Looking into the mirror, she grabbed a towel and dried her face off.
Pulling off her clothes, and leaving them in a pile against the bathroom door, she pulled on her pajama pants and shirt.
Yawning as she walked out of her room, she was set on going to the kitchen and getting some ice cream and heading back to bed. Stepping into the living room she froze, seeing Grissom laying on a sleeping bag in one corner of the room, and Nick on the other side, opening out a large green sleeping bag.
She rubbed her face a moment, wondering if she was imagining things then quietly whispered, "Nick, what are you doing?" Nick turned around and smiled softly at her.
"She finally awakes. Your food is waiting for you. Salads in the fridge, fries are in the bag in the microwave."
Sara looked up at the ceiling then back at him, "Nick…why are you two still here?"
"Someone's moody." Nick said teasingly.
Sara regarded him with a pointed look and he threw his hands up in defeat.
"Okay…okay…."
Nick looked over at Grissom. He was leaning against the wall, a pillow between him and it, his jacket and clothes from the day still on.
Sara looked over as well…felling guilty. Gosh he must be hot in those clothes…and…
Nick took her arm and led her through the kitchen and into the family room.
"You win. You can't say a word to him, but because your alarm system hasn't been set up yet, Grissom didn't like the idea of you staying alone here on your first night."
Sara looked at him incredulously. "Your kidding right?"
Nick looked at her seriously, "Honest Sara, why the heck would I make something like that up. It's not like I wanted to have a sleepover." He grinned at the last part.
Sara smirked and said, "Oh come on Nick, girls love slumber parties."
Turning quickly and walking into the kitchen, leaving Nick to stand with his mouth hanging open, she opened the fridge and picked up her salad.
Looking at it, she shook her head and put it back. Shutting the door and turning to see Nick had disappeared. She heard the guest bathroom door shut, and knew she had nothing to worry about.
Sara poked her head around the corner of the kitchen entry and smiled softly at the site of Grissom.
He was slowly sliding down the wall with the pillow, his light jacket bunching up around his shoulders.
Sara looked down the length of him, to see his shoes were still on.
On impulse she found herself walking across the soft, white carpeting to take his shoes off.
When she reached him she stopped and thought a moment, What are you doing?…Oh hell…I doubt he'd mind.
She bent down and slowly un-did that laces, so as not to wake him. He looked very tired.
Loosening the laces a bit she carefully took the shoe off and set it on the floor.
Starting on the next one, she took her eyes from his face and focused on what she was doing.
When she'd succeeded on taking his other shoe off and setting it next to the other one she looked back towards Grissom's face and almost fell backwards, when she met his eyes.
"Grissom…um. I.."
"It's okay Sara. Thanks…I was going to take them off, my feet were killing me, but I drifted off before I had the chance."
Sara smiled. "Yeah…moving is definitely tiring."
"Very…though..I can barely remember what it was like when I moved here all those years ago."
"Yeah."
Sara looked away then back at him, to see him watching her intently.
She looked down at the floor and fell back to sit.
She looked around the room, then settled her eyes on him. He was still looking at her, but she went on.
"I think I need to go furniture shopping tomorrow. I can't believe I forgot about furniture…its such a dumb thing."
"Nah, you were busy, and its not like you had a lot of time to think about this, your neighbors will have to be out of that place in the next few days."
"Yeah…you have a point." Sara sighed and felt a yawn coming on, but clamped her mouth together to stifle it.
In the end she lost, and her mouth opened slightly and she covered her mouth.
"You should sleep Sara, you look tired still."
"Do I?…well..I agree…I feel beat."
Grissom smirked and slowly sat up, repositioning the pillow.
"So are you going to ask why the heck I'm sleeping on a sleeping bag in you living room?"
Sara shook her head softly, "Nope, Nick already explained."
"And what did Nick say?"
"He said you didn't think I'd be safe alone here tonight."
"Sara, I know you can defend yourself, but.."
"No..it's okay Gris, I understand, and…it's…" She smiled softly, "…It's nice to know someone cares enough to stay and…..'protect' me."
Grissom looked at her seriously a moment. "Sara…someone has always been there to protect you."
Sara's eyes were caught by Grissom's when she looked up and she felt the urge to say something to him regarding 'protection', but decided against it.
"Yeah. I know"
"Do you really. I am, and will always be here for you Sara."
"Yes, I know. Thank you."
"The pleasure is mine. You best go and sleep, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow."
Sara smiled and nodded her head. She stood and walked into the family room, and opened reached into one of the open boxes, retrieving a sleeping bag. She walked into her room, grabbed two pillows and returned to the living room.
Grissom was still away and when she walked in, he sat up and looked at her funny.
"Sara, go and sleep in your room, you don't have to sleep out here with us."
"Oh and miss out on all the fun. I think not."
Grissom watched her as she looked around the room for a place to put her sleeping bag.
He again felt the urge to motion to the space beside him and almost said something, but kept his mouth shut.
Boxes took up the other two corners and Sara didn't want to sleep in the middle of the room. She sighed and said, "Oh well..I guess I will…"
"Just lay it over here..theres space next to my bag."
Sara looked at him a moment, then the floor . She walked over and set her bag out lengthwise, while his was bag was going out from the wall.
Setting the pillows at the head of the bag, she saw Grissom's head would be quite close to hers. She wondered if she should move, but decided against it. If he wanted her to scoot a bit, he'd tell her..if not..whatever.
He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall closing his eyes.
Sara felt a wave of sleepiness come over her and decided she'd lie down now.
Lying down on the bag, she smiled at the softness of the carpet beneath her.
Lying her head on the pillows she felt a weight lifted and her head was clear.
She smiled as she let herself drift to sleep.