Wow! I can't believe that it's been almost a year since the last time I updated. My CSI muse disappeared for a while, but I am glad to say it has at least momentarily returned. I am bound and determined to finish this fic. This is still set in between seasons three and four with Grissom just getting out of the hospital. Please enjoy and please have patience with my sporadic posting.
The soft rays of dusk filter through the curtain creating an intricate pattern across the cover, but do not disturb the sleeping figures in the bed. They are both breathing steadily, completely comfortable in each other's arms. Well, until one of them floats to consciousness.
Sara stiffens, her surroundings unfamiliar. Slowly, her confusion turns into the sweet reality of being held by Grissom. Memories of the morning before dance across her mind: the romantic dinner Grissom cooked, the causal conversation made silently adding to the cocoon like felling, for those brief moments in time only the two of them existed. Sara had never seen Grissom act the way he had that morning; it made her realize how much he really did want a relationship. Somehow the cocooned feeling had followed them as they changed for bed. It seemed like the most natural action on Earth for Sara to crawl into bed with Grissom.
However, Sara realizes that the romantic haze from that morning has faded. When Grissom wakes up the situation is going to be awkward. Sara considers her options: try to get of bed without waking Grissom or go back to sleep. The warm comforts of Grissom's arms are winning when Grissom himself wakes up.
Grissom panics internally, but puts a smile on his face for Sara's sake. This had seemed like such a good idea before, but Grissom has no idea what to do now. Sara distracts him by cupping his face with her hand; she beams a bright smile at him. Grissom pulls Sara closer and whispers, "go back to sleep," in her ear. They could discuss this later; it just feels too damn good to stop now.
Sara wakes to the beeping of Grissom's alarm clock, but no Grissom. She sighs; they weren't going to talk about this. Grissom appears in the doorway. "Hey sleepyhead, do you plan on eating breakfast."
Sara throws a pillow at him.
Grissom catches it, "I see how you appreciate my hard work."
Sara rolls her eyes, but gets out of bed, "Let me guess, cereal?"
Grissom looks shocked, "No, omelets. Why would I feed you cereal?"
Sara smiles and laughs a little, "You snore," she adds as she sits down at the kitchen table.
Grissom gives her a confused look: What does that have to do with breakfast? "No, I don't."
"Sure, and I just imagined the loud noise in my ear?"
Grissom takes a bite of his pancakes. He knows Sara want to talk, but…her startled look at the door disrupts his thinking.
"Someone's at the door."
"Oh," Grissom gives this a puzzled thought.
"Are you going to answer it?"
"I guess," he really has no idea who would be visiting him. "Catherine," he croaks a little too loudly when he opens the door.
" I wanted to see how you are," Catherine says as she pushes her way into the room. Grissom looks confused, as he has no idea what she had just said.
"Hi, Catherine," Sara reluctantly announces herself from the kitchen table.
Catherine looks from Sara back to Grissom in their pajamas. Okay, so I'm just being nosey. Sue me!
Sara quickly signs to Grissom and he responds back. "Grissom says he's fine and asks if there was anything else you wanted."
The hint of hostility was probably more from Sara than Grissom, but Catherine still got the message that she had interrupted a moment.
"Call me if you need anything. I need to get Lindsey to the babysitters."
Grissom nods after Sara interprets for him. She hastily makes her exit. That conflict would have to be dealt with later.
"I should go get dressed. You let me sleep too long."
"Okay, we will talk about this." Grissom adds sincerely.
"Good," Sara responds with a smile.
TBC
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