Sorry for the delay thanks to Sidle Chick, jtbwriter, Tadpole24 and leothelion04

"ARGH" a scream woke Grissom. He ran down the hallway to find Sara tangled in the bed sheets trying to tear them of in her sleep. She was drenched in sweat.

"Sara" he called going over to her and gently shacking her shoulders.

"ARGH" she cried again this time waking up her eyes staring straight at him.

Sara woke suddenly from her nightmare to find a pair of eyes staring at her. Her body was tense and breathing difficult it felt as if someone was lent down on her chest. Her stomach lurched at the thought of what she had just dreamt.

"Sara" Grissom called her again but got no response expect her bolting past him into the bathroom. He ran after her to find her lent over the toilet been sick.

"Hey" he bent down and rubbed her back. He wet a washcloth and pressed it against the back of her neck.

"You know for someone who spends all their time by themselves your good at this"

"I was at Catherine's once when Lindsey got sick from eating too much chocolate. It's my job to observe," replied Grissom smiling as Sara grinned at him leaning back against the bath.

"You didn't help her then?"

"Apparently saying that ground rain beetles is good for sickness wasn't helping" said Grissom as if it should have helped.

"You didn't" asked Sara shocked. "You're not cooking for me anymore"

"You was going to let me" he smiled helping her up.

"If you want to talk about your dream" Sara started walking away from him but stopped halfway down the corridor.

"I dreamt I was underwater" she said her voice wavering as she retreated into the kitchen sitting at the table.

"I used to be afraid of monsters under the bed" Sara looked confused at Grissom not quite sure why he had told her this however the thought of Grissom running away from a monster made her smile.

"I used to hide in my wardrobe only my mum got fed up of me messing up my clothes so she bought me a torch to scare them away when she wasn't there. I guess what I'm trying to say is I will look after you and when I'm not around you just need something that makes you feel safe"

"Well I've got a lot of torches. Hey is that why you became a CSI because you get to use a torch all the time"

"Well I'm pleased to see you have recovered" he smiled.

"It just felt real. Everything was happening again"

"I wish I could stop it for you but it's something you have to go through yourself but I'll be here with you" said Grissom pleased with how coherent that had come out.

"My mum used to get me to sit with my hands on my shoulders when I got claustrophobic."

"Didn't that make you worse?"

"No, because it was my space I made it so I could get out of it when I wanted. In case you didn't notice I like to control things"

"I didn't" he smiled.

"So if you have another nightmare we'll do that. I don't know if it will work with one hand," he said.

"Well I don't think I'll get back to sleep want to watch a movie?" asked Sara heading into the living room and flicking the TV on. Speed was showing as she sat down on the couch. Grissom hesitated on sitting down next to her and considered sitting in the seat near by but Sara shuffled up making room for him. He sat inches away from her; his skin felt like it was burning to move closer but the rational part of him told him to hold back. Within minutes Sara was asleep again. Grissom barley even noticed the film and turned it of a short while after, he was watching Sara's chest rise and fall as she breathed. Then her head lulled to the side so that it rested on his shoulder. He could smell her hair, something Greg had once told him meant you liked a girl. Her skin came into contact with his as she moved up against him. He then reached out and put his arm round her stroking her hair. His whole body screamed with pleasure. 7am and Grissom was rudely awoken as the body rested against him moved in sudden jerky movements. Sara was having a nightmare again. Her body was warm and her breathing heavy.

"Sara" he woke her immediately.

"It ok your safe" he took her right hand and placed it on her left shoulder and looked her directly in the eyes.

"I'm here it's ok" he breathing became normal again and she smiled at him. It was then she noticed his hand still rested on hers on her shoulder and a tingle went down her spine. Grissom could have sat there forever her eyes were so deep and that smile. He then did something he would never have expected. He lent in and kissed her. His body was on fire as he pulled away.

"Morning" smiled Sara sitting back showing her teeth as she grinned. Now this he could get used too.

"Breakfast. Rain beetles not included," asked Grissom getting up.

"I don't think I have enough food for breakfast," replied Sara.

"Well I have, how about we go there. I need to feed my pets anyway"

"Pets?" questioned Sara getting up.

"My spiders and bugs" he replied.

"Oh" only Grissom would consider them pets, she thought to herself as she went to get changed. A few minutes later and some very strange sounds were coming from Sara's room.

"Are you ok in there?" asked Grissom nervously waiting outside the door.

"NO" replied Sara sharply. Grissom took a deep breath before entering and couldn't help but smirk at what he saw. Sara was stood her top half way over her head and the other stuck round her sling.

"It's not funny," she said facing the lamp. Grissom just stood in the doorway and laughed.

"Grissom"

"You know you're supposed to take that off before you get dressed," he said pulling her top down. He suddenly realised that he had just seen her in her bra and managed to form a sentence at the same time.

"Grissom you in there" asked Sara waving a arm in front of him. "It's difficult with only one arm that bends" she added waving her pot up and down. Grissom snapped out his daydream. It wasn't until then he realised there were bruises all down her side, it made him shudder to think about it.

"You said something about breakfast" said Sara walking out the room.

Sara fell asleep on the ride to Grissom's and he was having trouble concentrating on the road, he'd much rather just stare at her. He managed to lift her from the car once they got to his house and had done a impressive job of holding her and opening the door until he tried to go through and hit her head on the door frame.

"OW" mumbled Sara rubbing her head as she was dropped on the sofa.

"Wow you should be a knight," she said sarcastically.

"I would be but I don't have a horse," said Grissom from the kitchen.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Most of the way. Greg rang he's coming round later, I told him it would be ok. It is isn't it" he asked suddenly concerned that he never actually asked Sara.

"Sure. Grissom can I ask you a favour"

"Yes"

"Can I stay here tonight? It's just when I'm at home it reminds me of sitting alone and I don't wan that"

"No problem, I have a guest bed. It will probably needs dusting through no one's ever slept on it"

"I'm surprised you didn't try to start a body farm in there"

"I couldn't get planning permission" he aid appearing with a plate of pancakes to find Sara drifting of to sleep again.

"Oh well, more for me" he said taking a pillow and laying Sara's head on it.

TBC