I'm really touched by the great reviews, so after great demands, a second chapter. Even given the fact, that it wasn't to be continued. So there's whatvery great reviewscan do...

I just wrote this chapter incollected an hour. So if you really like this chapter, I'll probably think ofwriting a third one. But no promises, since that's all that I can say.

Disclaimers: Seechapter 1 please.


Sleeping Sara

Chp. 2

Grissom sat down in his office chair, deep in thoughts over the image of the sleeping Sara. She had always been like a butterfly in is life, simply because she always brightened his day. Whether she was in a good mood or one of her frightening bad moods, or when she was angry, which made everyone quiver around her in slight fear of her. But albeit the quiver and fear she, no matter what she did, always made his inside turn into jelly. And just the sight of her, sent his mind spinning, and he could barely form a sentence, whenever she was in a close proximity of him. She was intoxicating poising for his brain functions.

All those years ago, thirteen to be exact, in that lecture hall at Harvard, she had had his heart in the palm of her hand, the moment she had asked him her first question. It had certainly not been her looks, which had caught his attention; no it had been her intelligence. In short, it had been her inner beauty that did him in then, the first time she ever spoke. Her outer beauty came in as a close second, as they had gotten to know each other over time. Now it was her smile secondly, that had him every time. The gap between her front teeth was, without a doubt, the most adorable feature about her. Then third, it was her chocolate colored eyes, her hair, and her pale skin complexion and all in that order. She was really not to blamed when it came to her figure, either, and her legs just went on and on and on… She was also a very tall woman, due to those long lean legs of hers, but tall or not, he would love her anyway. He would always love her. How could he not?

Fifteen minutes later, after not being able to let the image of a sleeping Sara go, or getting any work done, at all, Grissom sighed, got up from his chair and emerged from the sanctuary of his office. Taking the known pathway to the break room once again, to check if Sara was still a sleep in there, or if she had woken up, and decided to head home to her bed. But as he halted once again in the doorway, his gaze once again, locked onto the sleeping Sara Sidle. Now turned onto her side, facing the room, with a hand sprawled under her head and the other formed a fist just under her chin. The top leg was pulled up in front of her and the brown curls had fallen to cover her face halfway. He noticed goose bumps on her arms, so he decided to wake her up, so she could go home to sleep in her bed, since she, of course, couldn't stay on that couch.

Weighing his options, about how to wake her up gently, he quickly came to the conclusion, that calling from the doorway, was not the best option. The whole calling could just scare her, and then he'll feel the wrath of one angry Sara Sidle, once she had woken up completely. So the only ways go about this, was to go shake her gently awake, and calling her name softly. Sighing he left the safe doorway, and made his way inside the break room, to walk across it, to halt at the side of the couch. Looking down, he noticed that her small puffs of breath, made small strands of her hair, lift from her face. 'God, she is so breathtakingly beautiful.' He decided, once again, for the he did not even know what time, since he had met her. Crutching down he braced himself to make her wake-up call.


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