Disclaimer: I do not own Sara, Grissom or anyone from CSI. I play with them because I am a troubled individual lol.
I know they are a little OOC but I couldn't get this out of my head so here it is. Reviews are fabulous!
But I will warn you that if you flame me I will rip out your ribcage and wear it as a hat :o) All mistakes are my own, my beta is non-existant.
Mmpf! I hate being sick. I hate sitting in bed all day.
I do enjoy my pretty plant on the nightstand. I'm afraid if I touch the shiny green leaves the whole beautiful plant will wither and die.
I feel that awful.
Grissom shuffles in my room with a handful of tissues and every medication under the sun. Hmm I like my Grissom. It's cute how he wants to take care of me.
"Sara honey, open up..." He's aiming for my mouth with a spoonful of some red cough syrup and I suddenly wish he was not here.
"Gris, I will not put that stuff in my mouth." Alright, I'm officially whining.
Why is my Grissom trying to poision me with that smelly crap?
He looks exhausted. "This will help you sleep...It's cherry flavored.." he slides his finger under my chin and tips my head up. I'm too busy staring into his baby blues that I open my mouth automatically and now I'm regretting it. My face twists into some involuntary spaszm and I realize I am so not attractive right now. What the hell does he see in me?
He gets up and walks over to the dresser, sorting through prescription bags and bottles and I feel a shiver run through me. Blah, that stuff really tastes awful. I sit there waiting patiently and suddenly I'm feeling a little fuzzy. Wow this stuff doesn't take long at all. I look at my orchid and back at Grissom.
"It's getting hot in here" I mumble.
"Honey, you have a fever" He doesn't even turn around, still confused by all the different drugs in front of him. He's probably trying to make sure he doesn't give me something that will put me in a coma.
He's lovely, my Grissom. I'm picturing him shirtless, watching the muscles in his back. Those arms...
I feel like I'm wearing beer goggles...but what happens when you look at a gorgeous man like that? Does he suddenly become irresistable?
I am too sick to be thinking about sex right now. Although...
They say if you have a headache to go ahead and have sex anyway and it will most likely go away. Sex is healthy. Sex is good for you.
I feel myself grinning like an idiot. Maybe I should surprise him.
I get out from the covers and onto my hands and knees. I slowly start to wobble towards the foot of the bed. He doesn't suspect a thing.
I feel like a tiger ...stalking it's prey. Roar! If I can just reach the end I can jump on him.
I move slowly, and I know for a fact that the fire I'm experiencing has nothing to do with my fever. I need this.
"Oh shit"
My face. On the floor. I'm not moving, I'll just live down here.
"Sara! How did you get down here?" Grissom looks absolutely startled to see my laying on the floor. My answer is meak, I have given up.
"Roar?"
He scoops me up gently, walks me back to my pillow, and lays me down.
He tucks me in the covers tightly, afraid I'll try to escape again. My eyelids are too heavy. I'm so warm and fuzzy now. I think I'll stay here.
"Sweetheart, you need your sleep" he says as he smooths the hair away from my face.
"Am I a pretty tiger?" I whisper.
He smiles. "The prettiest..." kissing me softly on the forehead.
Fini
