Chapter Six ;
Sara and Gil checked into a hotel two hours later. Sara stared out the window, looking over Las Vegas. Finally, they were away from people that were probably still crowded around Grissom's townhouse. Gil waited for Sara to speak.
"How much longer am I going to get lucky?" Sara asked.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"I only keep getting hurt, how much longer until she actually kills me?" Sara asked. Grissom didn't know what to say. He knew that no matter what he said, he would never convince Sara that they were going to stop her Mother. Sara looked at a police car that passed by, its lights were flashing. Maybe they found her Mom and were taking her to jail. Yeah right. That wasn't going to happen.
"We might not be able to catch her, but we can keep you safe and away from her." Gil said. Sara looked at Grissom. There was a better chance that she would stay safe than they would catch her Mother. Sara sat down on one of the two beds in the room. She stared into nothing, she saw her thoughts, not the things around her. Grissom sat down beside her. He was worried about her, she wasn't acting like herself.
"I hope so." Sara said. Gil hugged her and she cuddled in his arms.
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They had leaned up against the head board of the bed. Grissom had fallen asleep a few hours earlier. Sara stayed awake. She couldn't remember how many house ago he had fallen asleep. The night was going by very slowly, Sara just wanted the morning to come. She felt safe in Grissom's arms, even if he was sleeping. Just knowing he was there made her feel at ease. She had cried many times during the night, too many to count.
Fresh tears fell down her face. She had given up at stopping them, she just let them fall. If she got scared, Sara knew she could wake up Gil and he would comfort her. Sara snuggled in closer to him, which woke him up. Grissom turned onto his side, still holding Sara closely in his arms. Sara looked up into his eyes. Gil looked down into her eyes. They lied in the bed, in silence. They lied there, staring into each other's eyes. They lied there, wondering what was going on in each other's minds.
"I can't sleep." Sara said quietly.
"I didn't think you would." Gil admitted. Sara moved a bit closer to him, close enough that she could feel him breathing. Gil's breath was warm and comforting. Sara remembered her Mom's eyes. They glowed in the dark and haunted her thoughts. Nothing would make the memory of them go away.
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The next morning, Sara got up and had a long, hot bath. It relaxed her, a little. She came out of the washroom wearing a bathrobe. Grissom was still sleeping. She snuggled beside him, Sara noticed that he was snoring lightly. She smiled, she never knew that he snored. It was cute. Gil woke up to Sara's smiling face.
"What?" Grissom asked, then yawned.
"You snore." Sara answered. Grissom laughed and put his arms around her.
"Feeling better?" Gil asked. He loved her smile.
"A little. I had a long bath." Sara replied.
"Good." Gil said. They lied there for a few minutes. Neither of them said a word. Both of them were lost in thought. Sara broke the silence.
"Gil." Sara started. Grissom looked into her eyes. Sara looked up at his.
"Yes?" Gil said.
"If I never get to tell you again, remember that I love you." Sara said quietly. Tears came to her eyes.
"I love you too." Gil said slowly.
"Love me even after I'm dead ok?" Sara asked, tears rolled down her face but her expression didn't change.
"Ok." Gil answered quietly. He knew that he would never convince her that she wasn't going to die. He still couldn't believe what Sara had just said.