Post-Butterflied

Disclaimer: I still don't own CSI and get no profit from writing these stories…yadda yadda yadda.

Chapter 11

Sara woke up that evening, feeling the warmth of another body against her own and an arm draped across her waist. It took only a few seconds for her to remember that Grissom was with her. She took a few seconds to just enjoy the feeling of being so close to him, then realized he had to go to work. She opened her eyes and slowly rolled over to see that he was already awake.

"Hey beautiful," Grissom grinned at her.

"Hey," she smiled back.

"You're so peaceful looking when you're asleep," Grissom kissed her forehead.

"How long were you watching me?" Sara asked.

"Only a few minutes, you looked so peaceful, I just didn't want to wake you up yet," Grissom explained.

"I hate to get up, but you have to get ready for work," Sara stifled a yawn.

"How can you be sleepy, you just slept all day," Grissom teased.

"Be quiet," Sara stroked his beard.

"You know, I think I feel a bit of a flu coming on," Grissom faked a cough.

"You are bad," Sara smiled, "you are not going to call in are you?"

"I don't know if I can even get out of bed, I'm feeling really bad, sweetie," Grissom winked at her and reached for his cell phone.

Sara sat and listened to Grissom's side of the conversation, all the while not believing that he was really going through with it. He managed to sound pretty convincing with his 'coughing'.

"So, what are we going to do with a whole evening to ourselves?" Grissom laid back down.

"I don't know, we better stay in and eat soup, you are sick," Sara teased.

"I'm not really sick, honey, I know I'm a convincing actor," Grissom ruffled her hair.

Sara snorted, "Don't go quitting your job to go to Hollywood."

"I don't think we have to worry about that," Grissom laughed, "I love my job."

"That's good," Sara nestled into his chest once more.

"Do you seriously want to go do anything?" Grissom offered, "get out of your house for an evening?"

"I don't know, we'd be pretty limited in what we could go do," Sara said, "what would we go do?"

"I don't know, how about a movie or something?" he suggested.

"You want to go to a movie?" she asked incredulously.

"There's a theater that shows old films, I like to go from time to time," he said.

"Mmm sounds nice," Sara yawned.

"Are falling back to sleep?" Grissom asked.

"No," Sara muttered into her pillow.

"You're a bad liar," Grissom chuckled, "if you don't want to go to the movie, it's okay."

"No, let's go," Sara kicked the blankets off, "I don't want you to spend your 'sick day' sleeping."


"So Sara's still off because of her injury, and now Grissom calls in 'sick'?" Warrick asked.

"Yep that's what they told me," Catherine said irritably, "they also informed me that I'm filling in for him tonight."

"How nice for you," Warrick shook his head, "do you suppose Grissom is at Sara's place?"

"Where else would he be? This is Grissom, he's never sick," Catherine smiled, "it's actually kind of nice that he has someone for a change."

"Yeah, he was so lonely, and so was she. I think they are perfect for each other," Warrick agreed.

"He just better not plan on skipping out on work all the time," Catherine sighed.

"I don't think he will," Warrick held a door open for her, "do you need help with anything?"

"No thanks, I think I've got it," Catherine eyed the mound of paperwork on Grissom's desk, "I'm beginning to think he does this on purpose. Remember when he had to go to Jackpot? He left a ton of paperwork and asked me to do it."

"And you're so nice, you do it for him," Warrick smiled, "how about after shift, just you and I go grab something to eat?"

"Okay," Catherine put down the papers she was holding.

"Really?" Warrick was surprised.

"Yeah, I could use a little break. Lindsey's beginning to get in more trouble at school and I don't know what to do with her. So a little breakfast would be fantastic," Catherine explained.

"What's she up to now?" Warrick inquired.

"Bad attitude, grades are slipping," Catherine said slowly.

"Aw man, I'm sorry to hear that," Warrick replied, "well, I have to log our evidence into the vault. I'll see you later."

"Bye," Catherine watched him leave Grissom's office. She stared at the pile of papers on Grissom's desk, wishing they'd just disappear. Of course, they didn't move, so she gave up and started doing the work for her supervisor.

"Wow, looks like you're having fun," Greg interrupted her a little while later.

"Loads," Catherine rolled her eyes, "did you need something?"

"I was working my case with Nick and I thought you might be able to help us. The vic is a young woman and she won't say a word to us. I was thinking maybe she'd talk to you because you're a woman and sometimes that helps," Greg explained.

"Sure, just give me a little more information on what happened," Catherine put her papers back down.

"Thanks," Greg said.

A/N: There should be some more action in the next chapter. I was shocked by tonight's CSI. Poor Sara, her childhood is so sad. I could not imagine what it would be like to have your mother murder your father. shakes head sadly I wanted to cry when she admitted all that and all Grissom did was hold her hand. Someone should smack him into reality.