Disclaimer: Still do know own them.
A/N: Since seven took awhile to get to you, I give you eight along with it. Thanks to my wonderful beta Susan.
Chapter Eight: Greg and Healing
As Sara slept in their bed, Grissom sat in the living room talking to Brass. "I think she'll be ok, Jim. I really do. She's breaking through, you should see it. I truly believe she is too scared to cry. Going through what she's been through can't be easy. There are some things you don't know. I don't think anyone knows, but I need you to do something for me, for Sara. We need to know where her mother, Laura, is," he admitted. Brass told him he would do what he could. When Brass said he would go outside and make a call, Grissom went to check on Sara.
Grissom couldn't believe how beautiful she looked sleeping there. Her hair fell on the pillow in soft curls. He couldn't help but run his hands through it. Watching her sleep one wouldn't ever think she carried the secrets she did. Once he sat on the bed he leaned into her and placed a soft kiss on her check. "Sleep well darling, you earned it," he whispered. He smiled then pulled the blanket that draped over the bottom of the bed up and around Sara's shoulders. Walking out he quietly pulled the door closed; then went and waited for Brass to return.
Sara slowly rolled onto her back. She could sense someone in the bedroom with her. Feeling someone sit next to her she smiled angrily. Sara licked her lips. "I'm fine, Gil, just tired. Please leave me alone, I don't want to talk about it. I talked enough today, don't you think?" she spat out. She felt his hand touch her face. The touch was not Grissom's and Sara's eyes flashed open. "No, it can't be!" she managed to blurt out. Rubbing her eyes, she shook her head. 'This is just great, now I'm seeing things. Maybe I am crazy,' she thought. "Greg…but…you're dead," she stammered. Sara sat up just staring at Greg.
Greg grabbed a pillow and placed it behind Sara's back so she would be more comfortable. "Hey beautiful," he finally spoke. As he gazed at her he took her in. This wasn't the Sara he knew. In his mind he wished he could turn back time, for her. But he couldn't, so he hoped that what he had to say to her would help. Greg looked up to Sara. In the short time he got to know her she became so much to him. First of all she was a friend a good friend at that. He always knew that all he had to do was see her smile and he would be happy. She was a mentor. No matter the mistakes he made she was there pushing him along. Not once did she lose her cool with him and his thousand questions. She was a confidant. Always there to talk to about anything that was on his mind. He never got to thank her for all she did for him. Now sitting in front of him was the shattered remains for that person he once knew, and he hoped what he had to say would help her move on. "Sara," he started to say.
"Greg, I sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get you killed," she interrupted. She looked at Greg and couldn't understand how this could be happening. Greg was dead she knew that. So how could he be here now? Maybe this was some cosmic sign that things were going to be made right. Could it be? Sara knew that it really couldn't. Things like that couldn't and didn't happen. It wasn't scientifically possible, or was it? Her head began to pound from all the questions that raced in her mind. And the tears that she tried to keep down for so long finally started to rise. She could feel them start to over power her. "Greg, please take me with you. I don't deserve to be happy or to live for that matter. Please, Greg, please," she choked out. Throwing her arms around his neck a tear broke free and traveled down her cheek and onto Greg.
Greg rubbed Sara's back and held her close. "Sara, you need to stay here. You are needed here," he whispered to her. When she pulled back he looked into her glinting eyes that were wet from the tears she was now allowing to flow. He hung his head when she told him that the rest of the team did not care about her. That they wished she would be dead right along with him. And by taking her with him it would make so many people happy. Greg had tears in his eyes as she told him how they blamed her every minute, how she felt cut off by them and how she just wanted to die too.
"No, Sara listen to me, they do not want you dead. They do love you. They are just hurting right now. You'll see they will come around. Soon, I would imagine," he explained. Wiping the tears from her eyes Greg smiled at her. "The main thing is what happened wasn't your fault." He moved her head so their eyes met. "It wasn't your fault, Sara. It wasn't your fault. Please, stop blaming yourself. I don't blame you. And you will see nobody else does either," his voice was demanding. Greg placed a kiss on Sara's cheek and hugged her once more. "You were like a sister to me and I love you for that. I have to go now, okay," he gently explained. He got up from the bed as Sara hung her head. Then as tear drops fell from Sara's eyes he was gone once again.
Sara looked up and around the empty room. She didn't know what to think or even if she should tell someone about this. She was scared that they would think she was crazy after all. Maybe she would tell Grissom, but she wasn't sure. The door opening made her jump. "Gil…," she cried. Her tears increased as Grissom ran to the bed and scooped her up into his arms. She gripped onto shirt and cried loud and strong, burying her head in his shoulder. "I didn't want to do this…what…what if I can't stop…and I cry forever," she stumbled. She felt at ease to cry when she felt his arms tightening around her.
"I will hold you as long as it takes, Sara. If that means you and I have to sit here until the end of time, then so be it," he reassured her. Grissom just held on to Sara with everything he had in him. Even though when she cried it hurt him, this time it made him happy. Finally she was letting it all out. All the emptiness that reflected in her eyes was being washed away. The guilt and self blame started to be released. The Sara he fell in love with was coming back to him. Grissom looked up at the doorway and saw Brass standing there watching. He smiled at Brass and waved goodbye to him. As Sara's sobs softened he pulled away so he could look into her eyes. His hands cupped her face as he smiled at her. "Sara, my beautiful, beautiful Sara. What brought this on, huh?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining."
Sara took a deep breath and started to tell Grissom about seeing Greg. She told him how it seemed so real; his voice, his touch, everything. It was like Greg had never died. And everything that had happened, all the pain and hurt, wasn't real. When Sara saw Greg it was like she had been pulled from the dark and murky water that kept pulling her under. It was slowly wrapping her in the cold loneliness of its depth. Now she could see the light that was healing. For the first time in awhile she felt warm and alive. Her heart did not ache when she thought about Greg. It felt good to talk about him and to remember him. She was truly healing, and she could feel it. "I know you must really think I'm crazy but I saw him. He was here, Gris…I know he was," she looked at him and pulled in her lower lip.
Grissom didn't know what to say. Maybe it was possible. In his opinion, anything that helped Sara he was more than happy to believe. "I believe you saw what you needed to. Honey, I wasn't here, and I didn't see what you did. If you say you saw Greg and he told you what you needed to hear, then I believe you," he told her. Grissom smiled at her and pulled her to his lips. Her lips were soft against his. He laughed as he pulled away from her. Sara's lips felt as good as the first time he captured them. "Hey, I have an idea. We got a call today. They finished the house, and the building inspector will go in tomorrow to look it over. If everything goes well we can sign the paper Monday morning and get the keys by the end of the week. Since we never had an engagement party or wedding reception, how about let's having a party?" he asked happily. "We all could use a bit of fun and excitement."
That night they had planned the party. Sara knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Her smile and laughter filled Grissom's heart with so much joy. They had abandoned their dinner half way through, because he couldn't stop kissing her. He still had to be careful of Sara's cast, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop himself. He carried her back to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. The rest of the night he made love to her and held her close to him. As the sunlight leaked into the bedroom window they fell asleep together. Intertwined with each other, Sara continued to heal. It was a new beginning for them both. Unknowingly Grissom and Sara had created something beautiful that night.