Chapter Three ;
Sara woke up, with Grissom beside her. Her head was on his shoulder, one of his arms was around her and resting on her waist. She lifted her head and looked out the window. The sun was just starting to perk up. Sara decided not to spoil the moment, so she rested her head back down on his shoulder.
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Gil woke up twenty minutes later. He looked down at Sara, who was awake.
"Good morning." Sara said, noticing he was awake.
"How was your sleep?" Grissom asked.
"It... I felt safer here that I did at the hospital." Sara admitted. Gil smiled, it made him happy. "What am I going to do about clean clothes? My clothes are at my apartment, except for what I'm wearing."
"I'll find you something to wear, since you're going to be staying here anyway." Grissom said.
"What?" Sara asked.
"You have to stay here, you just got out of the hospital. Your apartment is a crime scene and your a victim in an active investigation." Gil explained. Sara thought about it and knew he was right.
"Ok." She said finally.
"I'll go find something for you to wear." Grissom said, he got up and went to his bedroom. He came back ten minutes later with an old shirt and some old sweatpants. "This was all I could find." Gil said, handing her the clothes.
"It's fine." Sara assured him.
"Ok, how about you go have a shower while I make some breakfast?" Gil suggested. Sara nodded and went into the washroom.
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Fifteen minutes later, Sara came out of the washroom wearing Grissom's clothes. Gil turned to look at her as she entered the room. He laughed, they were big on her. Sara sat down at the dining room table. Gil put some toast and cereal in on front of her and on his placemat. Then he sat down and smiled at Sara.
"I remembered that you were vegetarian." Grissom said. Sara smiled.
"Thanks." She said, then she started to eat. After breakfast, Grissom cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink. Sara got up from the table and sat down on the the couch. Grissom sat down beside her.
"So..." Sara started.
"Your mother came to your apartment and hurt you?" Gil asked.
"Yes." Sara said quietly.
"Isn't she in jail?" Gil asked, moving closer to her.
"I don't know. They wouldn't have contacted me if she was." Sara explained.
"Why?" Gil asked, putting his arm around her.
"I never visited her, I was put into foster care and they don't know where I live now." Sara rambled on.
"We can catch her for attempted murder and breaking and entering." Gil said. Sara smiled, he was trying to make her feel better. It was working, a little.
"Thanks." Sara said, she noticed Grissom's arm was around her and snuggled a bit closer to him. "So, you remembered I was a vegetarian this time?"
"Of course!" Gil said happily. Sara laughed. Then, someone knocked at the door. Sara pulled the blanket over her, covering Gil's clothes that she was wearing. Grissom opened the door and Catherine walked in.
"Gil, where's Sara? The hospital said she checked out early this morning." Catherine said.
"Hi Catherine." Sara said, deciding to speak for herself. Catherine was shocked at the answer she got.
"Sara? You... You stayed here?" Catherine asked.
"Yes." Sara answered.
"Oh... well..." Catherine started. "I have to ask you a few things, ok?"
"Ok." Sara answered.
"Do you know who hurt you?" Catherine asked, sitting down beside her.
"My... my... My Mom." Sara answered.
"Umm... ok." Catherine said.
"What's your Mom's name?"
"Laura Sidle."
"Why would she want to hurt you?" Catherine asked. Sara looked away from her, staring out the window.
"She wanted me to lie to the police, but I didn't." Sara said.
"What? Can you explain it a bit more?"
"When my Mother killed my Father, my Mom told me to tell the police that someone broke in, but I told them the truth." Sara said, still staring out the window.
"Your Mother killed-"
"Yes." Sara said, cutting Catherine off.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Catherine said.
"No one did, I told Grissom after I blew up in Ecklie's face." Sara explained.
"Gil knew?" Catherine asked. Grissom walked up beside the couch.
"Yes." Gil said.
"Why... Why did she kill him?" Catherine asked.
"Because my Father was a drunk and hit my Mom hundreds of times." Sara almost yelled.
"So this is why you have a problem with domestic abuse?" Catherine asked.
"I guess." Sara said calmly.
"I'll come back later." Catherine said, and left the house.
"Are you ok?" Gil asked, sitting down beside Sara.
"I will be." Sara said simply.