Here's the next chapter as promised. A short one. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter Eleven
Slowly, Grissom turned the handle to Sara's room, "Is it okay to come in?" he posed.
"Yep, come on in," Sara answered. As Grissom entered the room, Sara and Catherine both looked at him in bewilderment. "This is a whole side of you I never knew," Sara chuckled as she surveyed his clothing. "Baggy sweat pants, Bob Marley t-shirt? You really meant it when you said you were full of surprises."
Catherine added, "Never had you pegged as a Rasta man, Gris."
Embarrassed he snapped, "I can see you two are finding the humor in this. The paramedics cut my clothes in half. I didn't want to stay here any longer, so Warrick offered me his gym clothes. What do you think? Is it me?"
The three friends were laughing and carrying on as they left the hospital room. Grissom and Sara walked side-by-side out of the hospital with Catherine trailing behind them. Brass and a uniformed Officer met them outside.
"I have to get your bag out of my car," Catherine announced. "Sara, I don't know if anyone told you, but we tore your apartment apart looking for evidence. We're gonna clean it up tonight, but you can't stay there the way it is. I went to your place; packed you some clothes and essentials. My house is kinda crowded with my mother there, but you are more than welcome to---"
"She can stay with me," Grissom interrupted. "I have a guest room. Is that alright with you Sara?"
"Yes, thank you. I think I could probably sleep on a bed of nails right now. I'm so tired."
Catherine came back to the patrol car with Sara's bag and added, "I thought you may be more comfortable at Grissom's. I had Greg pick a few things up and stock the fridge, so you guys should have plenty to eat and drink. If you need anything, don't hesitate."
"Thanks Cath, what would we do without you. I think it's time to get Sara home and to bed."
Catherine shot him a curious and deviant look.
He finished, "To sleep Catherine. I know where your mind is."
"Hate to break up this witty banter, but we are on a schedule," Brass offered. "Gil, Sara, this is Officer Sands and he will be taking you home. I'll also have your Tahoe dropped off later this evening." After finishing the introductions, Grissom opened the car door for Sara and helped her in. "Take care of her Gil," Brass ordered.
"Oh don't worry, my friend, I intend to."
Next chapter will be up in a day or so. I would so love to be "taken car of" by the bugman. Maybe show him a thing or two. Please review.