A/N: This is probably going to be the last chapter 'cause I found I like writing one-shots better. Oh, and this story wasn't meant to be about Grissom's brother, it was supposed to be GSR all the way.
Disclaimer: No I don't own any of the characters cause I'm not Anthony Zuiker (I think that's how you spell it, but I'm too lazy to look it up and its like…late here.) I don't own Anchorman or The Terminal either.
Sara's Apartment
They both pulled triples. There was a serial killer on the loose raping and killing innocent girls. The case really took a toll on Sara and she was actually glad to have a night off to relax. Maybe they could just hang around and watch a movie or something instead of going out. She really didn't feel like going out tonight. She was dead on her feet and she was sure Grissom was too.
Right then she heard a knock on her door. She looked in the peephole and saw Grissom. She put on a tired grin and opened the door. She could see bags under his eyes. "Hey."
"Hey," he said.
"Come in." She opened the door wider so he could enter. "I'm not really in the mood to go out so I was thinking we could rent a movie or something."
"Oh, thank god," he said and leaned in to kiss her hello. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she put her head on his chest. She sighed. "This case is really taking a toll on you, isn't it?" he asked in a low deep voice with worry laced in it that made her shiver. She nodded and wrapped her arms around him. "I'll tell you what…I'll go rent a movie while you get comfortable. I'll be back in…20 minutes tops. Ok?"
"Ok." She stepped back and kissed him.
"Be back soon." He said. She smiled.
While Grissom was out renting the movie she did what he told her to, she got comfortable. She got out of her jeans and put pajama bottoms on. She also got out of her uncomfortable shirt and put a t-shirt on. When he walked in she was sitting on the couch with a bottle of water lost in thought. He put the movies on the coffee table and sat down next to her. That jerked her out of her thoughts. She smiled at him. "Hey."
"Hey," he said.
"What'd you get?" She said already looking into the bag curious as to what he got.
"Anchorman and The Terminal. I figured I'd get easy-going movies since we both worked triples."
"Good thinking. Which one do you want to watch?" She asked.
"It's up to you, doesn't really matter to me."
"Let's watch Anchorman, it's supposed to be good," she said as she grabbed the case and walked over to her DVD player to put the movie in. Once she had the movie in she asked, "Do you want anything? Popcorn, water…" she trailed off.
He put the movie on pause and got up. "Let's make popcorn."
"'Kay." She followed him into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of popcorn from the cabinet. He grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge and set them on the counter while Sara was putting the popcorn into the microwave. When she was done doing that she walked up to Grissom and put her head on his chest and her arms around his waist. He put his arms around her waist and his cheek on her hair. They didn't say anything. It was the geek mind-meld working again. They both knew that they needed comfort from one another. They stood like that until the microwave beeped and then Sara reluctantly walked out of his embrace to the microwave to take the popcorn out. He grabbed the bottles of water and they both walked into the living room to start the movie.
When that movie ended they decided that they wanted to watch the other one. Through both movies Grissom had his arm around Sara's shoulders and she had her head on his chest, her arm around his mid-section. They fell asleep like that, contempt, somehow knowing that they'd be there for each other through the good times, and the bad times.
