Chapter 13 – Lazy Day

Six hours later Sara started to wake up. In need of a shower, she headed to the bathroom. After she closed the bathroom door, she realized that she needed to have her clothes in the bathroom with her. She couldn't go parading around her apartment with just a towel wrapped around her. Not with Grissom around. She opened the door to the bathroom and walked over to her bedroom.

As she stopped in front of the door, she was glad that Grissom left it slightly ajar. She sneaked a peek inside. The sliver of light from the partially open door illuminated Grissom lying on the right side of the queen size bed. He was facing the bedroom door, fast asleep. The comforter and blankets were pushed to the left side of the bed and the only thing covering him was the sheet. Knowing it was safe to go in to her room, she slowly pushed the door open. She heard the congested sound of Grissom's breathing as she bent down next to him to pull some clean clothes out of the dresser. As she got back up, she turned around and gazed at him, realizing how adorable he looked when he slept. She just wished he wasn't so sick. Seeing a chill go through him which started him shivering, she placed her clothes on the dresser and covered Grissom back up with the comforter. Picking her clothes back up, she walked out of the bedroom and partially closed the door. She headed to the bathroom to take her shower.

Thirty minutes later Sara walked out of the bathroom and was in desperate need of caffeine. She headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

At the smell of the coffee, Grissom began to stir. He opened his eyes and remembering where he was, a smile formed on his face. Blinking a few times to fully wake up, he rubbed a hand over his aching forehead. In need of some more water, he got out of bed. As the covers left his body, he started shaking so he picked up one of the blankets off the bed, wrapped it around himself, and made his way to the kitchen, shivering the entire way. As he reached the kitchen, he sneezed.

Sara turned around at the sound and took a good look at Grissom. He didn't look good at all. His face was really pale and she could tell by the look on his face that he was still feeling terrible. "Good morning Grissom. How are feeling? Any better?"

"Good morning," he said yawning. "I'm beginning to wonder if I really am taking medication." He grinned at Sara and continued, "Are you sure you're giving me the real stuff?"

"Yes Grissom," she said smiling back. "When I go to the store, I'll look for something else. The hotel gift shop didn't have much of a selection." She took a few sips of coffee and put her mug down. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No thanks. But I'd like some tea if you have any."

"Sure."

"Great. Just point me in the right direction so I can make myself some."

"Nope. Let me get it for you." She put a mug of water in the microwave to heat up and got a tea bag out of the pantry. "Why don't you take a shower while I go to the store? You'll feel a little better. I left you some towels on the bathroom sink. If you'd like, you can use my shampoo, conditioner, and soap. I don't mind." The microwave dinged. She took out the mug and placed a tea bag in it. "Oh, while I'm out, I'll also pick up a few movies. Is there anything in particular you'd like me to get?" she asked, as she handed the mug to Grissom.

"Thanks." He took the mug and sipped the steaming hot liquid. "I can't think of anything at the moment. Surprise me."

"I will," she said finishing her coffee and putting the mug in the sink. She walked over to the kitchen table and picked up her purse. "I'll take a trip to the store now. Finish your tea and get in the shower. I should be back shortly. Go ahead and make yourself at home." She walked to the front door and turned around. Bye."

"Bye," Grissom said as he walked over to the couch with his tea. He finished it in five minutes and headed for the shower.

After finishing his shower, Grissom put on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt, and grabbed the box of tissues, a blanket, and pillow from the bedroom. He sat back on the couch with the blanket and pillow and put the tissues on the end table. He turned on the television and flipped to the Discovery channel.

Sara walked in ten minutes later with bags in both of her hands. "Hi Grissom. Did the shower make you feel any better?"

Grissom sneezed. "Yes, a little." Seeing Sara's hands full, he got off the couch and walked to the kitchen, with the blanket wrapped around him, to help her put the groceries away. "Sara, how much do I owe you for the medication and for the groceries?"

"Nothing," she said while putting some cans of soup away in the pantry. "I needed food anyway."

"Yes, but you didn't need to purchase the medicine. You're not sick, I am," he said, breathing like he just finished running a marathon. He pulled the blanket tighter around his shivering body and leaned back against the kitchen counter. He was feeling too weak to stand on his own.

Sara noticed this and walked over to him and reached a hand to his forehead. She was surprised at the heat radiating from him. "Grissom, you're burning up." She checked the clock on the microwave and saw that it had been at least ten hours since he last took some aspirin. "Go back to the couch and lie down. I'll bring you some water and Tylenol."

Grissom slowly made his way over to the couch. He fluffed the pillow on the arm of the couch and lay down, re-covering himself with the blanket.

After watching Grissom go back to the couch, she turned around and started to make some toast for breakfast. She knew she hadn't eaten since last night and doubted Grissom had either. While the bread was toasting, she took out two plates and some strawberry jam. Once the toast popped up, she spread on the jam and put the jar away. She opened the bottle of Tylenol sitting on the counter and poured two caplets on to one of the plates. She poured a glass of water, picked up the two plates, and walked over to Grissom. Putting her plate on the coffee table, she handed the other plate and glass of water to Grissom. "Here you go."

Grissom sat up and took the plate and glass of water. "Thank you Sara." He put the plate down on his lap, took the two caplets and swallowed them both at once with the water. Feeling a tickle in his nose, he grabbed a tissue from the box on the end table, and sneezed twice.

"Bless you." Sara got the small waste basket by her desk and put it down next to the couch.

"Thanks." Grissom threw away the tissue and started to eat the toast. "I don't even want to know what I need to do to repay you for all you've done for me so far. You certainly don't need to be taking care of me. I can't thank you enough."

"Don't think about any of that now. Just think about getting better."

"Okay," he said between bites of toast. "Since we're both up, do you want to watch one of the movies you rented?"

"Sure." She walked over to the bag of movies on the kitchen table and brought it to the living room. "Let's watch this one," she said while taking a movie out of the bag and showing it to Grissom.

Grissom looked at the movie title and smiled. "Twelve Angry Men. Why did you pick that movie?"

"You had mentioned it once, and I've never seen it."

"Which version is it?"

Sara brought the movie up closer to her so she could read the cast. "It's the 1997 version. The one with Jack Lemmon."

Grissom smiled. "It's not as good as the original, but I know you'll like it."

"I better, or you'll never hear the end of it from me." Sara put the movie in the VCR, turned on the television and sat down in the chair. After starting the movie, she picked up her plate and started to eat her toast.

As the movie started, Grissom got comfortable on the couch. He decided to lie on his side with his hands under the pillow so he could stay a little warmer. Even though he knew he just woke up a few hours or so ago, he was still really tired. During the beginning of the movie, he fought to keep his eyes open. A half hour later, he lost his battle.

An hour in to the movie, Sara turned away from the television to take a look at Grissom, and saw he'd fallen asleep. The blanket that was covering him had fallen on to the floor. Seeing that he still looked cold, Sara got up from the chair, and picked up the blanket. While covering Grissom back up, she let her arms linger around his shoulders. She smiled to herself and walked back to the chair. Picking up the remote for the television, she turned the volume down a little and decided to finish watching the movie, even though Grissom was sleeping.

Forty five minutes later, Grissom slowly woke up. He started to sit up, but the movement sent him in to a coughing fit. Once the coughing subsided, he reached for his water on the coffee table. Taking a few sips, he looked at the television and saw the end credits rolling. "Darn, I slept through almost the entire movie." His voice was so deep with congestion, it was difficult for Sara to completely understand what he was saying.

"Well, if you'd still like to see it sometime over the weekend, I can put it in again. It was a good movie."

"Okay. I may take you up on your offer." He finished his water and got up to refill his glass. While in the kitchen he took a cough drop out of the package on the kitchen counter and popped it in his mouth. He grabbed a few more along with his glass of water and walked back to the living room. Dropping the cough drops on the end table, he sat back on the couch and took a few more sips of water.

TBC