Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to, I don't own Grissom, or Sara, or Grissom's car, or His house, or any other thing related to CSI. I do own my idea's however!

A/N: Thanks for all your kind reviews, believe me when I say it really made my day. One person commented on Catherine's attitude at the start of this story. When I started writing it was just after the episode where Sara was suspended over here in NZ, so I wasn't in a good mood towards Catherine. Don't worry she will come around in the next few chapters! Oh, and I don't know if there's the "V" circles on food in the US, they have them at home in the UK, but not New Zealand. However for my purposes they're starting to exist in the States.

Chapter 8

Sara and Grissom had a rather quiet lunch, both preoccupied with their own thoughts, then stopped by Sara's flat so she could pick up some of her clothes and toiletries, and any other stuff she thought she might need for the week.

Shopping - well that was another experience altogether. Grissom was a typical male about it, brand - names, nice packaging, and never thinking to look at the ingredients or nutritional information.

"Oh for God's sakes!" Sara cried rolling her eyes as Grissom threw a frozen snack meal in the trolley. "give that here so I can see what's in it!"

He passed it to Sara, who turned it over, then immediately gave him an affirmative, then handed it back.

"As you've been bugging me all the way round about checking the ingredients to make sure there's no meat in things, how come you can just glance at something, then say it's ok?" Grissom queried mock accusingly.

"Well," Sara began," See that little circle on the back of the pack with a "V" in it and the words 'Suitable for vegetarians' around it?"

Grissom picked it up again and looked at the back of the pack.

"Oh" Grissom replied. Then went to knock her over the back of the head with it, but thought better of it, seen as how she still had a concussion from her accident.

"Not all food has the "V" mark on it yet, so that's why I wanted you to look at the ingredients."

"Ok, sure. I'm starting to get it."

"Yeah, you not doing to bad for a guy."

"Ouch" Sara cried suddenly.

Grissom turned to face her worry written all over his face. Since originally getting out of her hospital bed, she'd been managing ok, as long as she had something to lean on (Usually him, but in this case the shopping trolley) and they keep to a slow pace (Which they had been doing).

"What's the matter? What hurts? Can I help? Please honey, tell me what's wrong?" Grissom rushed out. It was a wonder Sara caught any of it, the way he said it all in one breath.

"Griss, calm down will you." Sara replied. "I just moved wrong, that's all."

She looked at him, pleading him to drop it, which he dually did, but she could tell he wasn't convinced.

They got as far as the cleaning aisle, where Grissom threw a bottle of brand name detergent in there trolley.

"Grissom," Sara said," Your shopping like a man again. Trust me when I say exactly the same stuffs in the store brand, and it's only a third of the price."

"Now your being a typical woman and just trying to save money. You don't work at the factory for either product, so how do you know what's in them?" Grissom replied.

"Well," Sara started sheepishly. "I once brought both bottles then did a chemical analysis on the contents - I can prove that there identical Grissom."

At that Grissom couldn't help but laugh, and after a few moments Sara joined in - until her bruises started to hurt from the motion in her chest.

'That was so typically Sara' Grissom thought. 'Ever the scientist'.

"Well, I'm glad to know that". Grissom said. "But I don't think the company would be to happy with you if you advertised it to everyone."

"Don't worry, you're the only one I've told." Sara replied. "So no one's after me to sue for damages!"

They added a couple more item to their trolley, then Grissom decided they were done. Thankfully they managed to find a fairly short check - out queue and Sara didn't have to stand around for to long, before Grissom was helping her back into the passenger side of the SUV again.

Between the motion of the vehicle and Sara's tiredness, it wasn't long before she closed her eyes and drifted off. By the time Grissom pulled into his driveway she was sound asleep.

"Great" Grissom muttered quietly. The last thing he wanted to do was wake her, Lord knows her body needed the rest, but he didn't want to leave her in the car either.

'Only one thing for it then' He thought. He went and unlocked his front door, then quietly opened the passenger door of the SUV. After undoing Sara's seatbelt, he lifted her up into his arms and slowly carried her inside, until he laid her out on his couch before going back to the car to bring in their groceries.

Sara meanwhile, was having the most wonderful dream (or so she thought) of being carried in Grissom's arms. And was quite surprised a few moment later when she woke up in Grissom's living room with no recollection of how she got from the passenger side of Grissom's vehicle to where she was now.

She saw Grissom come inside with the last bags of groceries struggling to shut the door behind him. When he got in, she looked up at him with a querying expression.

"Griss? How did I get on your couch?" She asked quietly.

"Oh Sara, I'm sorry. I tried so hard not to wake you up. Was I to noisy bringing things in?

"No, not at all. I just woke up by myself, but I'm curious as to how I got here."

"I carried you in." Grissom answered, like that was the most naturally thing in the world for him to do.

'Hmm.' Sara thought. 'Maybe I wasn't dreaming after all.'

She watched Grissom starting to put the shopping away, before tiredness took over and she drifted back to sleep, with a feeling of complete satisfaction.

Grissom finished with the groceries and made himself a cup of coffee. As he came back into the living room he saw Sara asleep on the couch, and had a sensation of rightness. Normally he would have felt totally uncomfortable having someone else in his house like this, but with her it just felt natural. He pulled up a chair next to her, and watched her in her rest as he drank his coffee.

The moment was broken for him when his phone started to ring. He picked it up and answered while walking to his bedroom to talk so as not to wake Sara.

However it already had, but the only thing she heard was his "Hello Warrick" before he was out of ear shot.

A/N: And no I havn't done a chemical analysis on Store and brand name detergents, but I bet they are the same! If you have time to do it, please do and let me know the out come, cause I'm way to busy!