It was two months past the night when Grissom took Sara home. In those two months, Grissom had helped Sara get better, watched her relapse, and helped her get better again. He would make her lunch and watch her eat it to make sure she wasn't disposing of it like she did in the beginning before he learned to watch her closely. He would have her over most nights, and he would go over her house many nights, so they could have meals together. Sara had become more accustomed to eating, and having a normal eating and sleeping schedule.
And Grissom was becoming more and more used to having a girlfriend. At work, they did their best to keep their romantic urges under control, but sometimes they would slip into his office for a quick kiss. And he enjoyed taking care of her and making sure she was all right.
But they still went to their separate, lonely homes. Until now. Grissom and Sara were having a very pleasing round of making out on Grissom's couch, only stopping for breathing, when Sara whispered, "Thank you."
"For what?" Grissom asked, kissing her cheek and neck.
"For saving me from myself," Sara said, completely enjoying the things Grissom was so good at doing to her.
"You're welcome," Grissom said.
Later that day, after having breakfast and watching a horror flick on TV, Sara sat up and yawned.
"Lord, I'm tired," she said with a very lazy smile.
"You can always spend the night with me," Grissom offered, pulling her body closer to his.
"Are you proposing that we sleep together?" Sara asked, snuggling into his chest.
"You already proposed that we do that. Kay Shelton, remember/"
"If I remember correctly, you said no."
"I didn't say no, I asked you what you said. You never let me answer yes or no. So, are you going to spend the night with me?" Grissom asked, silently pleading that she would agree.
"Sure," Sara said, and she smiled a brilliant smile as Grissom led her to his bedroom, where they slid into bed together, and they never slept apart again. And Grissom always made sure Sara was healthy. And Sara always made sure he was feeling great. And together they protected each other from the world around them, from each other, and from themselves. And they were never happier.
She was worth the risk.