As Jim's arms we've done many things, some good and some necessary. We've known pleasures and pains, alike. We've hugged Jim's daughter for quite possibly the last time and we've embraced the love of Jim's new life. When we say "new life" we mean, of course, the life he started out here in Las Vegas. Until she came along he more or less lead a solitary life, content to work, go home, sleep, wake up and get ready for work again. A boring routine, for sure, but it's what the job calls for.
Our favourite memories are the ones when Jim wakes from a day's sleep and finds that we're wrapped around Sara, her sleep breathing slow and steady, her chest rising and falling with every breath and the feeling of her heartbeat against our forearms.
We haven't only held her whilst she slept; we've also held her when she needed it, when her spirit called out for us. Her troubled past has left her scarred in more ways than one and as Jim's arms we actually enjoy embracing her when she's in need. Its nice to be needed.
We were really needed one day following a serious series of misfortunate events in which Sara had been kidnapped. She managed to escape; the clever young woman that she is. She made it all the way back to town and relayed the whereabouts of her abductor to the police and Gil Grissom. While she and Jim, followed by Grissom and Catherine, returned to the property where she'd been held so that Jim could arrest the bastard, Randall Emerich, Jim's hand held hers nearly the entire trip. When they arrived at the house off of I-15, Jim did a sweep of the perimeter and seeing that his back-up was delayed, he elected to go in by himself.
Randall, from the loud sound of the door being kicked in, scrambled from his lay-z-boy and made to escape, but was thwarted by an inside locking dead bold that required a key that he didn't have on him at the time. As Jim followed the bastard through the house and when he had the ass cornered in the kitchen, the guy grabbed a knife and struck out at Jim, but was blocked. Jim drew his sidearm and fired, hitting the man in the shoulder, sending him flying back and hitting the wall behind him. The perp got up again, tried another swipe at Jim and that's when we pistol whipped the guy.
Jim didn't go there with the intention of roughing the guy up, but when he saw the state of things and how casually the creep was sleeping, Jim's blood began to boil. This ass had kidnapped one of Jim's best friends and there was no way he was going to get away with it; Jim would see to that.
That was just one instance where we'd come in handy, as Jim doesn't really like to get physical with people unless he absolutely has to; when all other alternatives have been exhausted.
But as we said, our favourite thing to do is to wrap ourselves around Sara and just hold her. You see, we believe that there are times where the same amount of joy and physical as well as spiritual fulfillment can be obtained just by simply laying with someone in your arms without any sexual contact. Its nice to just…………………………..be.