Post-Butterflied
Disclaimer: I still don't own CSI and get no profit from writing these stories…yadda yadda yadda.
Chapter 15
As soon as shift was over, the night crew headed to Desert Palm together. They still hadn't heard from Catherine, but Warrick had called to let them know he was with her. She seemed pretty torn up, according to him. He told them that Lindsey was pretty much going to be fine. She was lucky not to be hit too hard. She had some broken bones, scratches and bruises mostly.
A nurse directed the group to Lindsey's room and upon entering, they discovered Lindsey was asleep. Catherine was asleep too, her head resting on Warrick's shoulder.
"Hey guys," he greeted them softly.
"Hey," the group returned equally as quiet.
Warrick managed to slip away from Catherine and they moved out into the hall to talk.
"How is Catherine doing?" Grissom asked.
"She's still pretty upset. She's glad that Lindsey is going to be okay, but of course she's mad that Lindsey skipped out on school and disappeared all day," Warrick explained.
"How about Lindsey?" Greg asked.
"She hasn't really had anything to say. She's been sleeping most of the night. I think they're both incredibly worn out from the day's events. I'm actually pretty tired myself," Warrick yawned.
"How long have you been up?" Nick inquired.
"A couple days now," Warrick said, "I think. I don't know. I lost track of time."
"It's good of you to be there for Catherine and support her though," Sara told him, "I think she really appreciates it."
"She needed someone and I happened to be there when she got the original call that Lindsey was missing," Warrick rationalized.
"Maybe you should head home and get some sleep then," Grissom suggested.
"I think we could all use some sleep," Greg added, "I think we've all been up for a long time."
"Good point," Nick yawned, as if on cue.
"I'm going to stick around and maybe I can catch some sleep. I'll see you guys tonight," Warrick said.
"Okay. Tell Catherine we stopped by," Grissom said.
"Sure thing," Warrick turned and rejoined the sleeping girls in the hospital room.
"Talk about an eventful couple of days," Sara said as Grissom drove.
"No kidding," he shook his head.
"I'm just glad they found Lindsey alive," Sara said, "I can't imagine what would happen to Catherine if Lindsey wasn't okay."
"I don't even want to think about it," Grissom yawned, "can we just stop at my place? It's closer and I don't know about you, but I just want to go sleep. I'm not even hungry anymore."
"Fine with me," Sara smiled to herself. Grissom was actually inviting her to stay at his place. This was not something she had ever expected to happen in a million years. And yet it was just an innocent invitation.
"You falling asleep over there?" Grissom asked a few minutes later.
"Huh? Oh. I guess I was," Sara blushed.
"It's okay, I think I'm about to fall asleep myself," Grissom laughed.
"You might want to wait until we get to your place," Sara smiled.
"I was just going to pull over here and take a nap," Grissom teased, "but if you insist, I'll wait until we get to my place."
"That might be a good idea," Sara winked at him.
They spent the rest of the short drive to Grissom's place in contented silence. When they arrived, Sara followed quietly as he lead the way to his home.
"You don't have anything to change into," he suddenly broke the silence.
"It's okay," she returned, "I can sleep in my clothes. Then I'll go home before work and change."
"All right," he kicked off his shoes by the door, "do you want anything to eat before we go to bed?"
"I'm fine. I just want to sleep," she yawned.
"Okay then," Grissom smiled, "you just get right to the point don't you?"
"I thought you were falling asleep in the car," Sara said.
"Oh I was," he replied, "I was just trying to be hospitable."
"Let's just get some sleep," she told him, "you can be hospitable later."
Grissom led Sara to his bedroom. She was surprised at how simple it was. It was painted plain white. There was a bookshelf in the corner and a large bed in the center of the other wall. It was a small room and had hardly any personal touch to it. The more she thought about it though, the more it seemed to be just right for him.
"What are you thinking, sweetie?" Grissom interrupted her thoughts.
"Nothing, I was just looking around," Sara sat on the edge of the bed where he had pulled back the covers.
"I know it's plain and boring, just like me," Grissom smiled.
"You are not plain or boring," Sara said seriously.
"I can tell you one thing, right now, and that is that I am going to fall asleep any second. So we can either sit here and discuss me, or we can catch several hours of sleep," he slid into the bed.
"I would say goodnight, but it's not night time," she grinned.
"Just go to sleep," he moved to kiss her.
"Sounds like a plan," Sara slid closer to him.
He wrapped his arms around her and they both fell asleep.
A/N: It really doesn't matter about my missing 18, I just thought it was weird. lol. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
