Wahoo, another fluff chapter :p. All I really have left for this story is fluff, so unless anyone else can give me some ideas about how to progress it, that's what this'll become for a few chapters before I decide to finish it. (But I don't think it is yet, perhaps just a few more :D)
Chapter 12
After probably the best nights sleep she had had in a long time, Sara reluctantly awoke to find a set of blue eyes staring at her from the other side of the bed. "How long have you been awake?" She asked him.
"About ½hr, you seemed so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you." He smiled, and somehow, no matter how hard she tries, she couldn't help but smile back.
"Do you think they caught whoever did it?" She asked, not really wanting to bring the subject up, but knowing that it needed to be approached at some point anyway.
Grissom looked at her sympathetically, "I honestly don't know Sara, but I don't think we should worry about it right at this moment. Besides-" he grinned mischievously, and whispered in her ear, "we don't know how long we have before Leah wakes up."
She smiled again and leant over to kiss him. "Yuk," she immediately cried, trying to control her laughter.
"What?"
"Sorry, morning breath," she giggled as she got out of bed and headed towards the door. "You coming with me? I'm just gonna get a drink before I come back to bed-" she heard the sound of a door opening then closing before she added, "or not." She smiled sadly, giving him an apologetic look. She had slept in one of Grissom old T-shirts and boxers, which were fine when she was in bed, but upon standing and walking around, appeared to be a little bit too big, and showed her very fragile frame. She hugged herself to not only keep the clothing on without it falling down, but also to keep warm since she had lost her 'heated teddy bear' she called Grissom.
Grissom rose from the bed and began to follow her out, but before she could get anywhere, he grabbed her from behind, putting his hand over to mouth to try and muffle the screaming, which after a while sounded more like giggling, and began to kiss her neck. He spun her round to face him. "Look, it's only 9am, and considering we didn't get to sleep until about 3 or 4, I think that Leah is still very tired." They heard a toilet flush, before another door being opened and the closed again, and then silence. "Why don't I go and get us something to drink while you quickly go and check if Leah is going back to sleep or not, I hope she is." He could see her blushing even in the dim light in the room due to the heavy curtains. Even after 15 years of working the nightshift, he never did get used to sleeping in the day, so as much light blanked out as possible was welcome.
Sara nodded and headed towards the spare bedroom before poking her head inside the room. She could see the outline of a figure lying on the bed. It seemed as though Leah had fallen asleep again before she could make it under the covers. Sara smiled and stepped into the room. She tip-toed around the bed towards the sleeping child, and lifted her up before pulling the covers out from under her. Slowly she placed her back down onto the bed and pulled the covers over her again. She smiled and was surprised that she managed to do it all without waking Leah up. She bent down and kissed her on the forehead before heading back out of the room. Sara took one more look at the sleeping child before closing the door behind her.
As she was walking towards the kitchen, she could feel tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes, and was so far into her own little world, that she didn't realize Grissom was there until she walked straight into him, spilling to contents of the mugs he was carrying. "Sorry," she said embarrassed and tried to take one of the mugs from him, but still avoided eye contact. She didn't like him seeing her when she was upset.
"Hey what's wrong?" he asked putting a finger under her chin to try and make eye contact.
"Nothing," she sniffed, shaking her head. 'How useless was she at lying?'
"Sara," he began in his more supervisor tone, "that's obviously not true, so why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"
She nodded and indicated with her head to lead them into the bedroom, rather then having the conversation in the middle of the hallway, where they risk waking Leah up again. Once inside, Sara sat on the edge of the bed with her hands on her lap, struggling to keep the tears in. Grissom had knelt down in front of her and taken her hands in his. She again refused to make eye contact, afraid of what might happen if she did. "Did I do the right thing?" She whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear, "should I have kept her and raised her myself?" she risked looking into his eyes, and as she thought she would, she immediately broke down. Grissom sat there, speechless, unsure of what to say. He wrapped his arms around her and let her sob into his shoulder.
"You did what you thought was right at the time." He soothed, "it wasn't as if she left your life completely, was it?" he paused to let her calm down slightly. He pulled her away from him, but she wouldn't look at him. "Look at me," he said. With no response, he asked again, "Sara, honey, please look at me." Reluctantly, she raised her head and was met with a comforting set of blue eyes. "You did nothing wrong, just think, if you hadn't let your brother raise her, then you wouldn't be where you are now, and your brother wouldn't have had any kids."
"Yes, but he and Angela would still be alive," she sniffed. "Oh no, I've just remembered, I've got things like the funerals to organize-" he held up his hand to stop her.
"No," he said firmly, "not now, at this moment in time, you are going to relax and not worry, ok?" when she nodded, he smiled and picked her up to place her on the bed. At first she protested, but to shut her up, he had used the tactic of kissing her. 'Mental note, this is a good way of keeping her quiet.' He smiled at the thought.
She thought she heard him mumble something, but wasn't quite sure. Reluctantly, she broke away from the kiss, "what did you just say?"
"I said that I love you." And just like any of the other times that he said something that made her speechless, he returned to kissing her like nothing had happened.
It took a few moments before it properly registered what he had said. 'He actually loves me,' she smiled at the thought. For the second time she broke away from the kiss, and stared straight into his eyes. Boldly, she announced, "I love you too." Smiling he bent his head down and kissed her more passionately.
Slowly, he raised her enough so that he could remove her – or rather his – T-shirt. She seemed to offer no resistance, and instead, helped. 'This was going to be one hell of a night,' he thought, 'but the best one ever.'
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