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Chapter 3 – Getting Warm

Having finally arrived at their hotel an hour after leaving the conference hall, Grissom opened the door and let Sara enter first. Without a word they walked straight to the elevator. Grissom pushed the up button and while waiting, took off Sara's scarf and handed it back to her. "Thank you for letting me borrow this. It probably didn't do me any good, but…thanks."

"Any time. I know you'd have done the same for me."

The elevator door opened and they both walked in together. This time Grissom was faster than Sara and he pushed the button for the seventeenth floor. On the ride up to their floor, Sara took off her gloves and put them in her pocket with the scarf she put in there earlier.

The warmth of the elevator was slowly thawing Grissom out and he was constantly sniffling. Closing his eyes, he rested his head on the wall. Wiping at his nose with his hand, he made a mental note to make sure he put some tissues in his pocket the next time he went out in the very cold weather. He forgot it could make your nose run like crazy.

Like before, Sara decided to sneak a peek at Grissom in the elevator doors. He definitely looked worse than he did the last time she watched him in the elevator. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that Grissom was beginning to come down with a cold. Sure, the cold weather could make a person look flushed and make their nose run, but she wasn't experiencing that. And, could the cold make a person really exhausted or make their voice sound a bit hoarse? She didn't think so, so she decided to keep an eye on him the rest of the trip back to Vegas. Seeing that it looked like he was in need of a tissue, she reached in to her jacket pocket.

Grissom heard rustling next to him and opened his eyes. He saw Sara's outstretched hand with a packet of Kleenex in them.

"Here, take them. I think you need them more than I do at the moment."

He sheepishly took the packet from Sara. "Thank you." He pulled one out and gingerly wiped at his nose. "I'm beginning to feel like I really owe you."

"Don't worry about it. And if you keep saying that to me, I'm going to get really angry." She gave Grissom her trademark smile.

"I'll try not to say it again," he said, returning her smile. As he looked at her, he really started to look at her. She didn't look half as bad as he felt. "How come you don't look as bad as I do?"

All Sara could do was smile at him. She wanted to bring up the fact that she thought he was coming down with a cold, but decided to stay clear of that. She knew Grissom was a very private person and bringing up anything related to his health was a bad idea. He wasn't one to expose himself or show any signs of vulnerability. She remembered a few years ago when he was attacked while questioning a suspect. The wound he got on his neck was brought up on more than one occasion and he did everything he could to hide it. So instead she said, "I'm used to the cold remember? I lived in it for a while. I also came prepared. I'm wearing warmer clothes than you."

"I guess you're right."

The elevator beeped to signal the arrival at their floor. The doors opened, and again Grissom let Sara exit first. They walked down the hall and arrived at Sara's room first. Sara unlocked the door but didn't go in. She turned back around to Grissom. "Should we meet downstairs at six?"

"No. I'll come get you. I'll check the both of us out first and come back up to help you bring your bags down to the rental car."

Sara yawned. "Sounds like a plan. Go take a long hot shower and get some sleep. See you in about four hours." Sara smiled at Grissom, walked in her room, and closed the door after saying goodbye to him.

Grissom headed down to his room, thinking about their adjoining rooms. When they first arrived, they decided to act like the door between the two rooms didn't exist. Though there were many times in the past week, mostly at night after their conference, and like right now, when he wanted to take advantage of it. Of course he would never admit that to Sara. At that thought, he smiled and let himself in to his room.

Upon entering, he headed straight for the thermostat. He turned up the heat and walked into the bathroom. He took a thirty minute shower, trying to rid the chill from his body. Sensing that it wasn't going to leave soon, he got out and put on a pair of sweatpants and a warm long-sleeved shirt. While still in the bathroom, he ran a pot of water through the coffee maker to make a cup of hot tea. He would rather have coffee, but knew he needed to get some rest.

Padding over to the bed, he put the steaming mug of tea on the nightstand and turned on the television. He pulled the comforter and blanket on the bed back and adjusted the pillows so he could watch a little television while getting warm under the covers. Before getting too comfortable though, he decided it would be a good idea to set the alarm clock. He didn't want to miss having dinner with Sara. After setting the alarm, he got under the covers. Fifteen minutes and half a cup of tea later, Grissom succumbed to sleep.

Meanwhile, Sara was also taking a warm shower. Instead of getting in to bed to get some rest like she should, she decided it might be beneficial to both her and Grissom to go down to the hotel gift shop and purchase some cold medicine and tissues. She knew that if Grissom was coming down with a cold, he more than likely won't admit it. But if he did admit it, it will probably be when there was no way to get any medication. And if she was mistaken and Grissom was not getting sick, she could use the items for herself the next time she got sick.

After making her purchases, Sara headed back up to her room. She packed the bag of tissues and various medicines, along with the bottles of water and apple juice she bought, in her carry-on. Knowing she wouldn't be sleeping, but deciding to be on the safe side, she set the alarm clock as she got in to bed. Picking up the book she started reading earlier in the week, she laid her head on the pillows. After reading two more chapters, she drifted off to sleep.