leothelion04- War of the worlds, wait is something like that in there? I got the idea from my sister who is very claustrophobic when she gets scared she wraps her self in her coat and calls it her space! When I asked her why she said it was because she was in control! Well it seems to work; now I'm going to have to see war of the worlds!
Jtbwriter- I'm glad it doesn't seem too tense. I didn't want it to be too angsty.
Sidle Chick- thank you and may I say you are an excellent reviewer your reviews encourage me a lot : )Adenara Yatman- thanks : )
Grissom laid watching Sara sleep he held his head in his hands as he watched her gently roll causing wisps of stray hair fall across her face. He lent and moved them away from her face as she stirred. He was about to withdraw his hand when he realised here was no need for him to suddenly retreat.
"Did I fall asleep?" asked Sara stretching out and sitting up. Grissom nodded and began to clear the plate he had left out up.
"How long was I out?"
"Long enough for me to eat your pancakes" smiled Grissom getting up.
"Well that's nice" she replied rubbing her temples
"I'll make you some more, you got a headache?" he said going into the kitchen.
"A bit and toast is fine," she said looking around for the handset to turn on the TV.
"You should eat properly, I'll get you some water you need to keep hydrated" said Grissom coming back in to find Sara going through his stuff.
"How do you find anything? It's like you office; full of weird bugs" she said pointing to a framed scorpion on the wall.
"That's not a bug," he said "what are you looking for?" he asked crouching down and picking up books that lay on the floor.
"Your TV remote…got it," she said triumphantly waving the remote in the air. Grissom heard the toast pop and went into the kitchen while Sara put on the Disney channel.
"You watch that?" asked Grissom coming in and handing her some toast.
"Yes. It's fun you should try it," she said patting the seat next to her.
"So what time is Greg coming?"
"Anytime now" replied Grissom looking at his watch.
"So what monsters were you afraid off?" asked Sara shoving the toast in her mouth.
"What?" asked Grissom confused.
"You said you were afraid of monsters," she reminded him.
"Oh. Well I guess it was the fact that they were something I couldn't explain. As you know I like to be able to understand things and after watching this film with monsters I got scared that there would be monsters and I didn't know why they were there"
"So you were scared of not knowing," muttered Sara shovelling more toast in her mouth.
"I guess. The monsters were just a way of showing everything I couldn't explain. Also I was scared that if they came my mum wouldn't be able to hear them"
"Makes sense. So why did you stop, did you grow out of it?" she asked finishing her toast.
"One night I slept under my bed, with my torch and nothing happened, no monsters," he said smiling and taking her plate away.
"So maybe I should sleep in a cupboard," laughed Sara.
"You could but I not so sure it would work"
"I got stuck in the cupboard at work once"
"When?" asked Grissom coming back in and sitting down.
"Last year I went in with Hodges to get something and the door shut and got stuck"
"I never knew"
"I'm surprised you didn't hear me scream. Hodges was really good actually. I started screaming because I couldn't move and he stood and talked to me, calmed me down. Ecklie found us after twenty minutes" she said looking at the floor.
"I'm surprised he didn't tell me. Probably make it sound like you had a break down or something"
"Hodges told him I had a reaction to a experiment"
"Wow Hodges does like you"
"I'm surprised Ecklie brought it. I knocked him over coming out and then just stood having a panic attack, Hodges said something about smoke and lead me away. It's about the one time I've actually liked Hodges." She finished pulling at her top.
"It's warm in here" she stated fanning herself with a nearby magazine. Grissom was just about to question this when a ring at the door ended their conversation. Grissom answered the door and found that a giant bunch of flowers and several balloons seemed to be there. It wasn't until he heard Greg speak he realised he was holding them.
"Are you going to invite me in or just stand there" Grissom quickly moved out the way and allowed Greg in.
"Hey" Greg handed the flowers to Grissom and went over and hugged Sara.
"Here" he handed her the balloons while Grissom put the flowers on the side not really sure what to do with them.
"Thanks. This place needs some colour," she said looking at Grissom while he sat down, as did Greg.
"Yer about this, is this permanent or what?" asked Greg looking from Grissom to Sara.
"Sara's staying as long as she likes" Sara and Greg were taken back by the quickness of Grissom's reply.
"Oh here" Greg pulled out a slightly bent envelope and handed it to Sara.
"We all signed it," he announced as she pulled out a get-well card with a picture of a dog on it. "They were all kind of soppy, this was the best I could get"
"It's great. So what have I missed?" asked Sara putting the card and balloons on the side.
"Well Gris we need you back. Catherine's gone power mad! She keeps drinking my coffee," he said waving his arms around.
"Well I can see why you're so distressed," replied Grissom.
"Well even Nick agrees, I though she was going to give him detention because he was on the playstation when she was talking to him"
"Wow that's a serious offence," laughed Sara.
"We all miss you," sighed Greg suddenly serious "Even Catherine. She hasn't got anyone to argue with now and keeps taking it out on Hodges" he smiled at this a bit.
"I miss you. I keep getting paired up with Nick and staring at his rear end is not as enjoyable as looking at yours" Sara smiled and blushed at this; she missed their friendly flirting. Grissom coughed making his presence known.
"It's ok Gris we can both stare at her" he smiled. Grissom not to sure what to make of this decided to keep quiet.
"Well I better go and get some sleep before next shift. Oh that's what I was going to tell you. I worked this case with Nick and Catherine today and when we got to the scene it was in a tree house. There was this boy who had blood on him and refused to come to either Nick or me. So Catherine goes in all 'I'll show you how to handle children' and this kid kicked her and runs off, she spent the next twenty minutes chasing him round the garden" both Greg and Sara laughed Grissom didn't quite get what was so funny. He saw it more as the evidence running away from Catherine than her chasing a small boy around.
"Gris will you pout those flowers in some water?" asked Sara noticing them on the side. Grissom went into the kitchen and began looking for something to out them in while Sara got up to show Greg out.
"I miss you Sara. Working without you isn't the same you help me and don't just patronise me," he said stopping at the door.
"You don't need my help Greg. I know that you found where I was. I want to thank you for that" Sara lent in and kissed Greg on the cheek causing him to blush red.
"You are a great CSI. If you weren't I wouldn't be here" she smiled as Greg nodded his head in a gesture of understanding.
"Thanks" she smiled shutting the door and going back and sitting down.
"I put them in a old vase I found" said Grissom sitting down.
"Thanks" smiled Sara while sticking her finger down the side of her pot. "This stupid thing itches like mad," she said becoming frustrated with it.
"Here" Grissom took a pen of the side and stuck it down her pot. "I broke my leg when I was ten, drove me mad itching" he smiled. Moving the pen up and down until a snapping sound stopped him. He pulled up the top of the pen.
"GRISSOM" shouted Sara trying desperately to retrieve the other half of the pen but only suck-seeded in pushing it further down.
"Erm that never happened to me" Sara gave him one of her 'if looks could kill' stares.
"Well we can't just leave it there" she said giving up sticking her fingers down it. "And it still itches" she announced slamming her hand against the table. Grissom could tell that the pain medication she had been given was wearing off because she was becoming very irritable, something he did not enjoy.
"Hang on" Grissom disappeared from the room and came back with some tweezers from his kit "hold still" he said pushing them down the gap and getting hold of the offending pen.
"OW" Grissom moved them too quickly and caught Sara arm, dropping the tweezers
"Well that's great," sighed Sara moving away and rubbing the outside of her pot.
"I guess we'll have to go to the hospital and get a new one," said Grissom getting up.
"Oh and we just say you stuck a pen and a pair of tweezers down this one" she shouted waving her arm as far up and down as the sling would allow.
"Yes I will tell them it's all my fault. You want some aspirin?" he asked watching her rub her head again.
"I wish. I can't have them with the other stuff and I can't have that for another hour. Damn these stitches hurt!" she shouted rubbing at the irritating ones on her chin.
"Sara you'll split them," said Grissom gently taking her hand away.
"If you think about it, it's funny. Going to the hospital to get a pen and some tweezers that are stuck down your arm" he made a last ditch attempt at a smile. This melted Sara she showed her toothy grin back at him.
"It sounds like something Greg would do" she grinned as Grissom pulled her up by her good arm.
"Are you saving that for when you get hungry?" asked Grissom looking in her sling. Sara looked down to see a large bit of toast she had dropped.
"Well I was going to keep it in my cheeks like a hamster but that seemed silly" she smiled taking it out and dropping it in the bin as she went. It was then she realised then Grissom still had hold of her hand. It felt right as he lead her out the door not once realising the gentle pressure of his skin against hers. Grissom couldn't help but notice how clammy her hand was, he also felt it shake gentle in his grip.
"I bet I look a right state," she muttered seeing a small child opposite staring at her.
"I think you look beautiful," replied Grissom leaning in and kissing her. The kiss warmed his body, he hadn't expected it to but he didn't like seeing her upset and he knew she would be, she didn't enjoy having people stare.
"I probably look like a giant bruise," she mumbled getting in the car.
"Yes but a very good looking one" smiled Grissom getting in the drivers seat, pleased with how well he was handling the situation.
"Well you don't exactly look a picture yourself, did you change when you got back?" asked Sara referring to his creased shirt and rubbing at her chin again.
"Leave it," said Grissom pulling her hand away. "Or am I going to have to get one of those collars you put on dogs?"
"Funny" pouted Sara making Grissom smirk.
"Sara why did Greg get you a balloon with Scooby Doo on it?" asked Grissom trying to take her mind off her stitches and headache while he drove.
"Because he thinks were like them, only a man in a mask didn't do it," she added. Grissom raised an eyebrow at this.
"Catherine is Fred, because she likes to think she's the leader and take credit. Greg is Shaggy because he manages to solve the crime by accident, Your Velma…." She paused to gauge Grissom reaction. He had that expressionless look on his face again but soon a smile played across it.
"Why?"
"Because you do all the geek, science stuff and…. apparently I'm Daphne" she finished rubbing her head and becoming distant. Grissom noticed that her hand was beginning to shake more and he could see the pain in her eyes.
"Because you the attractive one who gets into trouble" he smiled. Sara was surprised to know he knew what Scooby Doo was let alone come out with that. "Greg once shouted 'Velma' across the lab to me when I asked for a explanation he told me"
"Then why did I just have to?" she asked
"Because we are now at the hospital and you didn't think about your stitches" he said as they pulled into the car park.
"My head hurts," moaned Sara as they got out the car, as Grissom took her hand he realised it was hotter than before.
They were told they would have to wait a couple of hours to be seen and Sara was now getting a migraine. She was lent on Grissom moving every few seconds trying to get comfy. Grissom had a particular soft spot for this knowing how painful a migraine could be. Seeing the distress she was in he decided to go talk to the receptionist and after a nurse saw the state she was in she took them through to a separate room and went to get her some pain medication. Grissom was sat on the bed; Sara laid on him, her head resting in his arms. The blind in the room was shut and the lights off to try and ease the pain. Grissom gently stroked the side of her head moving her hair out her face minding the stitches on her forehead trying to ignore the heat coming off her head and telling himself it was just warm. A doctor had now arrived in the room.
"It seems Sara's picked up a slight infection and with her body still healing the medication we gave her before she left isn't strong enough so were going to start her on a IV and keep her in, we'll also change the cast" he said reading her chart.
Sara was drifting in and out of sleep there was beads of sweat appearing on her forehead as she rolled onto Grissom while the nurse put an IV in.
"You may want to ring someone to bring some bits for her, you can stay the night" said the doctor reading Grissom's mind.
"Sara, I'm just going to ring Cath ok. I'll be back in a minute" he didn't know how much she was listening she was nearly out as he left the room.
"Catherine" started Grissom but she cut him.
"What's this I hear about Sara been at yours?" demanded Cath.
"She was not now, were at the hospital"
"Why is everything ok?" Catherine cut him off again.
"She's got an infection, could you bring in some bits"
"Sure" replied Catherine cutting him of and hanging up. Grissom went back into Sara's room and sat on the bad next to her taking her hand and watching the drip as he had only days ago.
Catherine arrived to find Grissom and Sara lay asleep on the bed. Grissom had his arm protectively wrapped around a pale Sara. She left the bag on the chair containing some clothes and bits for Sara s well as some for Grissom. She couldn't help but smile as Sara instinctually moved closer to Grissom so she lay with her face against his chest. Catherine made a mental note to come back in the morning and see them not wanting to wake either now she slipped out the room.
TBC- ok please review, I was going to end this a long time ago but bits just keep coming to me. Any suggestions are welcome : ), don't worry romantic chapter next I promise
Ok just a note I saw war of the worlds and it now looks like I ripped it off1 I assure you I didn't, blame my sister (I always do!)