When Grissom opened the door to his house after shift, he found Sara sitting in his living room. "Honey?" Grissom said softly, unsure as to why she was there but knowing that he was glad to have her back.
Sara looked up from a seemingly important random point on the floor and gave Grissom a small smile. "Hi," Sara spoke about the same volume that Grissom did.
Grissom locked the door and slowly made his way into the living room to sit next to Sara on the couch. Grissom wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his side. "You're back early; how was your trip?" Grissom asked.
"I didn't have a very good time, so I decided I would come back early," Sara stated.
"Is everything okay? Are you okay?" Grissom spouted, immediately becoming more concerned.
"Calm down. I'm fine; everything is fine," Sara assured.
"Are we okay?" Grissom questioned, wary of the way they had departed.
Sara slid her arm around Grissom's back so she could be closer to him. "I told you I needed to decompress, and I did. I'd say we're doing pretty well," Sara decided.
"I missed you," Grissom said, leaning in to trail kisses down her exposed neck.
"I missed you to," Sara replied, meeting his lips and taking the opportunity to distract him so they wouldn't have to talk about her absence.
If I keep this up, we won't have to talk about this for a while. Maybe I can forget. If I don't think, I'll forget.
Lying in each other's arms following their reuniting, Grissom trailed his fingers over Sara's arm while Sara's mind wandered. Well, I might as well ask him again so I can be sure. "Gil, have you ever thought about kids?" Sara asked, burrowing closer to Grissom's chest.
"I thought we talked about this," Grissom said distantly, obviously starting to succumb to sleep, "At this point in my life, I don't really see the need for kids. I have you; that's all I need."
That's what you said the last time too. "I need you too, Gil," Sara admitted.
"Sara, you can take over, you can paint my bedroom," Grissom stated, "Make it our bedroom. I want you to stay here."
Sara heard Grissom's breath's even out with sleep. I want to stay here too, but I have to let you go. You can't take this, so I'll have to let you go.
"What color do you want to paint it?" Grissom inquired over coffee later that evening.
"Grissom, I don't need to paint your bedroom," Sara admitted.
"Our bedroom," Grissom corrected, nudging her foot under the table.
"Grissom, we need to talk about that," Sara stated, effectively diving head first into one of her issues.
"What is there to talk about?" Grissom questioned, looking up at her, "You're moving in, so it's our bedroom."
"Don't you think you are making one major assumption there?" Sara asked, and when Grissom still looked at her in puzzlement, she continued, "I never said I was going to move in with you."
A look of pain shot through Grissom's face, but he quickly masked it. "You practically live here already. I assumed…" Grissom started, but stopped when he realized what he was about to say.
"What is this really about?" Grissom questioned, worried that she might be distancing herself from him.
"I want to keep my apartment," Sara blurted.
"Okay," Grissom stated, "I don't see why you would want it, but if it makes you happy to keep it, go ahead."
"Really?" Sara said skeptically, surprised that he would be so understanding about something like that.
"Sara, I don't know why you're so concerned about this, but if you're worried about me leaving, you shouldn't be. I'm not going anywhere, but if you want to keep your apartment, you should," Grissom explained.
"Why don't we wait a little while on the painting? I'm not sure what color would be best yet, and you should help pick it out."
"You were so excited about redecorating my room before when I said I would think about letting you touch it. Where did all that sparkle go?"
"It's there, Griss; I'm just not sure what I want to do with it yet."
"Okay, when you decide what you want to do, go for it," Grissom instructed.
Falling silent for a few minutes, Grissom and Sara continued sipping their coffees. "You're staying here tonight, right?" Grissom inquired.
"No, I figured I'd come in to work. I'll make sure I talk to Catherine when I get in," Sara stated.
"You sure you're up for it?" Grissom questioned, wanting to make sure that her vacation had allowed her some time to decompress.
"Yeah," Sara replied, giving him a small smile.
"Can we drive in together?" Grissom asked bashfully.
"Of course," Sara easily answered.
"Well, I can be ready in ten."
"Give me twenty, and I'll be good to go," Sara returned, got up from the table, and wandered into the bedroom.
A smile tugged at the corners of Grissom's lips as Sara walked away. She seems happy; I hope everything's okay now.