She pulled the T-shirt over her head, and pulled on the tracksuit bottoms. It took some time and effort, but she did it without too much pain.

She flopped backwards onto the bed, sending a wave across the duvet. She sighed deeply.

"Grissom. I'm done."

He opened the door gingerly, carefully checking she was indeed dressed before stepping fully into the room.

"Are you alright?" he looked across at her, sprawled over the bed, but looking almost content.

"Yeah."

He walked over, and looked down at her. Her eyelids were half closed, sleep and comfort finally being allowed to take over.

He swallowed hard as the light caught her bruised cheekbone, and reaching down, he gently lifted her legs onto the bed. In response, she turned on her side and inched up the bed, in search of the pillow. Once her head contacted it, she was still.

There was a light knock at the door. Vega's voice reached Grissom. "Gil, There's a room service guy here."

Grissom opened the door, and placed a finger to his lips.

"She's asleep. Thanks." He whispered, as he took the bag and food from the uniformed room service staff.

"Everything alright?" Vega glanced over Grissom's shoulder to the sleeping Sara.

"It will be."

He closed the door, and placed the food on the side.

He changed into a plain white T shirt and dark shorts, and climbed onto the bed. Sara was sleeping soundly, on top of the duvet, so he couldn't cover her up. He didn't think it mattered. The room was warm and cosy. He lay on his side, facing her back.

As the sleep came, and his eyelids drooped and finally closed, he was left with the comforting thought that Sara was only a foot away, for tonight. Tomorrow…

Who knew?

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Grissom was roused by the sound of running water. He sat up, and rubbed his eyes.

He glanced across to the other side of the bed. Sara wasn't there. He checked his watch. It was almost four in the afternoon. How long had she been awake?

He heaved himself up off the bed, and padded across to the bathroom door. Knocking softly, he called out. "Sara?"

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She was sitting on the edge of the bath, watching it fill slowly.

At the sound of his knock, she almost toppled in.

"Sara?" His voice was silken, familiar.

"Yes." She answered quietly.

"Everything alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Ok."

She heard him leave the door, probably to call Cath and get some news. Perhaps they had caught him. Perhaps.

She didn't allow herself too much hope. It would be tough to find him.

She poured a little of the hotel bubble bath into the water and watched as the bubbles rose.

She pulled her t-shirt over her head, and lowered her pants to the floor.

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He hit speed dial 2 on his cell, and heard her pick up on the second ring. "Willows."

"Catherine? It's Gil. Any news?"

He became suddenly on edge.

"We got him." She said simply. "He's in custody."

"You're sure it's him?"

"DNA from Sara's room is a match."

"We got him." Grissom mimicked Cath's earlier words, willing them to sink in.

"We did. Tell Sara."

"I will." He paused for a moment.

"Gil?"

"Good job, Cath. Good job. Tell Nicky and Warrick. You did good."

He hung up quickly, making it impossible for Cath to thank him for this comment. He didn't do well with thanks.

"Sara?" He half shouted to her.

"Yes?"

"They got him."

She stared at the bathroom door, wishing she could see him say those words.

Her voice broke with relief. "Say it again."

He stepped as close as he could to the door, and in hushed, almost sacred tones, he repeated those wonderful words.

"They got him."

Carefully, she pulled herself out of the bath. Then, throwing on the plain gown that hung on the door, she pulled open the door.

The force with which the door opened made Grissom jump backwards. Sara was standing there, dripping wet, obviously trying to hold back the tears.

The plastic bag was taped haphazardly around her wrist, and looked out of place. She hadn't tied the belt, most likely because she couldn't, Grissom thought. She was holding it around her with her good hand.

"He was picked up at McCarran."

"You're sure it's him?" She was looking at him with those eyes, and he had to resist the urge to hold her.

"DNA is a match."

Sara stepped close to him. "Thank you."

All too aware of the proximity of her, Grissom looked for some means of escape. Even he didn't have this much willpower.

"Here. Let me get that for you." He reached down and tied the belt of the robe in a bow. "There."

"Thanks." She didn't move away from him, as he'd expected.

"Sara… I'm sorry." He had wanted to say this, say how bad he felt, how guilty, since he saw her lying on that hospital bed. "This… all this is my fault."

Sara frowned. "Grissom… This isn't anyone's fault. And I don't blame you. I blame him."

Despite all his better angels shouting in his ears, he wrapped his arms around her. "If anything had happened to you… I don't think I'd have been able to forgive myself."

She buried her face in his neck. He smelled sweet. "I'm Ok."

There was a knock at the door. They jumped apart, more out of shock than anything else.

Grissom went over to open the door. Vega and Brass were standing on the other side.

"We got him." Brass was smiling, though he looked like he hadn't slept in days.

Grissom didn't let on that he'd already heard this. He pulled a surprised Brass into a manly hug, slapping him on the back. "Thank you."

"No problem."

Grissom stepped back to allow Brass and Vega into the room.

"Hey, Sara." Brass walked over to her and placed a hand on her arm. "How're you doing?"

"Better." She folded her arms as best she could, acutely aware that she was standing in just a dressing gown in a room with her colleagues. "Thanks, Jim. I'm grateful for all you've done." She leant forward and pecked him on the cheek. She smiled as Brass began to turn pink. Grissom felt a pang of jealousy.

"If its ok, I'm gonna go get dressed." She gathered up her clothes as best she could and padded into the bathroom.

After they had all watched her go, Grissom turned to a beetroot coloured Brass. "What happens now? Can we go home?"

"Sara's place is still a mess. But it should be Ok. There's no way this guy is making bail." Brass nodded to Vega. "Vega'll give you a ride, right?"

Vega nodded. "Sure."

"Thanks, Vega." Grissom looked over at the guy who had been sitting outside the room to keep them safe. "Thanks."

"Anytime."

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"Sara?" Grissom looked across at her from his side of the car. She certainly looked much more at ease than the last time they were in this position. "… It's probably better if you aren't alone yet."

She looked at him with raised eyebrows, unsure of what that phrase was supposed to imply.

"Do you want to drop me at Cath's?"

Grissom paused. He didn't think he could handle her being so far away from him just yet. He had a spare room…

Actually, no, he thought. She'd be happier at Cath's. "Ok, Yeah."

He leant forward to the driver. "Vega? Can you drop Sara at Cath's?"

"Sure. She doesn't live too far from here…"

"Thanks." Grissom turned back to Sara. "Is that ok?"

"Yeah."

Sara nodded, waiting for the feeling that Grissom didn't want to be around her to subside. He could turn on a dime, this guy. Not an hour ago, he was holding her close, now she was being pushed away.

Grissom pulled out his cell, and flicked it open. Sara frowned at him slightly. Seeing her confusion, he explained.

"I should call ahead, check its Ok."

"Oh. Yeah, that would probably be polite…" She smiled. He smiled back at her, that little half smile that he didn't use anymore. She found she had missed it.