Four Hours Later.
"Can't sleep?" Grissom draped the fleece blue blanket around her shoulders and hugged her.
"Hmm, not even a little tired." She snuggled back into his chest, laying her head against his shoulder.
"How about a hot drink? Might help." He released her when she attempted to turn.
Grasping the blanket edges, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "I'm not thirsty."
He chuckled lowly. "It's supposed to help you sleep, not quench your thirst." He held her tightly against him.
"I don't want to sleep." She told him quietly, turning her head to bush the tip of her nose against his jaw. "I don't think I'll sleep until I know he's safe."
"You need to rest, Sara." He sighed softly against her skin. "Please rest. For me?" He took her hands and pulled away.
She followed as he moved them towards the couch. Once he was comfortable, she slipped down and smoothed the blanket over them both.
Following Morning.
The cell phone hit the floor with a snap and continued to buzz and vibrate along the laminate floor. A large hand wavered towards it from above, only to push it further away.
"Damnit." He grumbled. Gently easing Sara from his chest and turning her into the couch so he could sit up and reach the phone with more ease. Clearing his throat to speak, he twisted it open and held the phone to his ear. "Gri-Grissom." He cleared his throat a second time.
"Mrs Kelsey Blackwell changed her name back to Miss Kelsey Goatherd. Her maiden name." Jim Brass said clearly, as though he had a good nights sleep, but in fact the detective had not rested until he had some encouraging news.
"You found her?"
"Not yet." Brass sighed. "But, apparently Miss Goatherd, isn't the woman who took Baby Blackwell."
Grissom frowned. "You're certain?"
"The neighbour didn't recognise the name or the photo we showed her. Apparently we have a second suspect. We've yet to locate Miss Goatherd, but we're close. The neighbour is talking to a sketch artist as we speak."
Scratching at his bearded cheek, Grissom yawned silently, but it showed in his voice. "Good. Show the results to the Briggs. See if they actually recognise her. Oh, and I'm going to be talking with Richard Briggs later to shed some light on how this all came to happen."
"You'll keep your cool?" Brass asked sceptically.
"I'll have to. I'm not doing this for just me, its for Sara and the baby. He's family and he's in danger. Until we find him, I'm not letting this go. And I know Sara won't either."
The detective paused briefly. "Okay. Just let me give Mr Briggs a courtesy call first. If I can get over there, it might help move things along."
Closing the cell with a twist, Grissom placed it on a large book which sat on the coffee table. He let out a puff of air before turning slightly to look down at the face pressed into the small pile of cushions. Lightly tracing his first two fingers down her cheek, he moved down the couch to lean over her.
"Is it morning?" She murmured.
He startled but smiled as he watched her stretch like a cat, with her arms out over her head, her long legs over the arm of the couch and her stomach pressed against his hip. "I'm afraid so. How are you feeling?"
"Tired." She sighed sleepily.
"I bet I can help you with that." He stated confidently.
Sara's eyes opened into slits, saw him lean over her and smiled into his kiss.
A snap interrupted them and instantly drew their attentions. Grissom's cell phone was vibrating across the floor by his feet. His eyes meet hers for a second before reaching down for the continuous buzzing phone. "Grissom." He said on a sigh.
"You'll never believe the phone call I just got." Detective Jim Brass practically shouted in excitement.
To Be Continued.
