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 slowly comes back to consciousness. She feels terrible. Her nose is stuffed from crying and her whole body feels sticky from sweat. She tries to get up, but Grissom's arms are too tightly wrapped around her. It's only then that she truly realizes what had happened last night. A small smile plays across her face, but quickly fades to confusion. What the heck does this mean? Sara doesn't have the answer and realizes Grissom probably doesn't either. Her yucky feelingness finally wins out and so she untangles herself to investigate the bathroom.
Grissom wakes with a start. It's like his body has just registered that Sara is gone, despite the fact that she had gotten up twenty minutes ago. His first thoughts are of where Sara had gone. For a panicked moment he fears that Sara had left, but he sees her car keys still sitting on the kitchen counter. He sighs in relief when he sees that his bathroom door is shut. Grissom begins the task of making breakfast. It gives him a chance to think. "How much have we hurt each other by misunderstandings in the past three years? How many times has someone accused me of not feeling anything? We're supposed to follow the evidence, not our own feelings. Look at the trouble even a hint of a relationship with Sara caused at the Haviland trial" He sighs and realizes the battle has already been lost. " I want her to be here now and I'm comfortable with her being here. He chuckles a little. Ecklie hasn't broken down the door yet. A small amount of the boyishness that was so evident in his personality three years ago has now returned. So much of the stress that has darkened his personality in the last year has resolved itself. Surgery complete, Hank gone, Sara here, Work, well they would figure that out. He then does something very unGrissom like. He takes a spare key out of a draw and puts it on Sara's key ring. Now, I can lock my door again.
Sara emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later, happy to find the smell of coffee permeating the room. She smiles at the sight of Grissom carefully setting out plates for them. Grissom smiles weakly back at her, now very unsure in her presence.
"Are you feeding me again?"
"I do not remember you eating much last night."
Sara sits down, not ready to confront that issue just yet. She is surprised to find a plate of pancakes sitting in front of her. "Where did you get pancakes at?"
"Bisquik"
"You have a box of Bisquik."
"Yes, Sara I have a box of Bisquik. Is there something significant about that?"
"It means you cook a lot. Bisquik is similar to duct tape."
"It is very much like an experiment, chemistry." Grissom sees the look of puzzlement on Sara's face, "You do not agree?"
"I'm a physicist."
"Your ID says you are a psychiatrist."
"Yeah, Grissom I've had a real successful career doing that."
"You are right," Grissom's head sinks sadly.
"We are avoiding what we really need to talk about."
"I know."
"What did last night mean?"
Grissom picks up has glasses and begins to study them. Somehow thinking they will help him formulate clearer sentences.
"Your glasses are not going to answer the question."
Grissom starts to laugh, which catches Sara completely off guard.
He manages to look serious again, "Sara just let things progress naturally. Forcing it does not work, obviously."
Sara's jaw could not have dropped any further. She was expecting him to ignore the issue or at least put up a fight.
"Do you not have to go to work today?"
Sara nods, but she is still in shock. She moves off in a daze to get ready.
Grissom smiles to himself, but uncertainly soon creeps into the moment. He doesn't know what will happen when he finally has to return to the real world.
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