Disclaimer: I do not own CSI and I am not making any money by writing this story.

Author's note: This occurs after the last episode of the third season.  Grissom is still in the hospital.

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Sara stands in front of the hospital, sunglasses on against the afternoon sun.  She really isn't sure why she's here, but she has to see him.  This revelation really had her frightened.  It wasn't the fact that he hadn't told them.  Grissom just didn't share his personal life even with her.  It was the fact that he had waited so long to have this surgery.  The ramifications to his job alone were phenomenal.  She moves inside and up to the reception desk.

"I'm looking for a Gil Grissom."

The woman types his name into the computer, "Fourth floor, Room 409."

"Thank you."

Sara rides the elevator up to the fourth floor and easily locates Grissom's room.  The nurse is just leaving.

"I'm sorry miss, but he's asleep.  For some odd reason he'll only sleep during the day."

"Yeah, I work the night shift with him.  Could I just sit with him for a moment?  I promise I won't wake him up," Sara gives her one of her hundred watt smiles.

"I suppose that would be alright."

Sara enters the room and pulls a chair up beside the bed.  She holds his hand and rubs her thumb over it gently.  "I wonder if he'll ever let me do that while he's conscience."  The fatigue begins to catch up with Sara at this point.  She, of course, had stayed up longer then this before, but it hadn't included processing that much street or ten vehicles.  She falls asleep with her head on the mattress. 

Several hours later Grissom slowly opens his eyes, coming to terms with exactly where he is located.  However, all is not right in the world of Grissom.  His hand had fallen asleep.  He looks over to investigate why and sees a pool of dark brown hair. "Sara!" is all he can think.  The temptation to stroke her hair is too much for him to resist and so he indulges.  However, Sara begins to stir under his hand.

She tilts her head up slightly to look at him and groggily says, "Hi."

Grissom looks bemused at the sleepy Sara for a moment, but then his face turns serious, he manages to croak out, "Sara, I can't hear you."

Sara quickly sits up the rest of the way.  She notes the bandages on his head and prays that's the reason why. "That's alright.  We can improvise," Sara signs.

Sara moves to sit on the edge of the bed.  The lowness of the chair would have made a signing conversation difficult.  They would have had to strain to see each other.

"Since when do you know sign langue?"

His hand then settles lightly on her thigh.  Sara almost gives him a weird look, but then he probably would have removed it.

"Since I met you."

The tension in the room multiplies ten-fold.  Grissom sighs and looks down.  He didn't have his glasses to play with; they were sitting on the table beside his bed.  He sighs again and looks up, almost wishing that she would walk out like she always did.

"I still don't know what to do about this."

"Neither do I," Sara admits reluctantly.

Grissom gives her a quizzical look.

"I lied," Oh great, I didn't come here to back him into a corner.  Well, It was really him that had broached the subject.

The moment is interrupted by the doctor knocking on the door.  He steps in hesitantly with an interpreter following close behind.

"Aw, Mr. Grissom your finally awake," the interpreter signs for the doctor.

Grissom just looks at him.  The man's obvious cheerfulness was grating on his nerves.

The doctor continues on about what he needs to do at home and when his check-up would be.  When the doctor mentions his ride arriving Grissom's hand, which is no longer resting on Sara's thigh, forms a "C" against his own.

Sara nods and then her cell phone rings.

The doctor looks very annoyed, "You're going to have to take that to the waiting area before you mess up the machines."

Sara exits the room, answering the phone as soon as she's out the door, "Sidle."

"Sara this is Catherine.  Grissom's going to kill me, but…"

Sara interrupts her, "I already know."

"How?"

"I'll explain later."

"Alright, but I need you to pick him up at the hospital.  Lindsey's sick and I managed to get the last doctor's appointment."

"Don't worry I'll take care of it."

"Thank you."

"I'll see you tonight," she hits end and heads back to the room.

The doctor had left, leaving Grissom to fill out the discharge forms.

"That was Catherine, " she signs when she gets his attention, "She asked me to take you home."

Grissom looks puzzled.  It wasn't like Catherine to shirk responsibility or to betray his confidence.

"Lindsey's sick."

Grissom nods in understanding.  "Could you give this to the nurse, "he hands her the clipboard, "I need to change."

Sara indicates that she would wait for him in the waiting area.

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