And Out of the Ashes.. 3?
By Caity
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters.. If I did CM would be fired and Grissom and Sara would be together already and the Spork would have died a terrible horrible death.
Rating: PG-13… for now..
Author's note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed:)
Chapter 2
As the comforting warmth of the water struck against Sara's nude body, she felt all the emotions of the night wash away along with the soot and grim from the treacherous fire. It appeared as if her devastation and shock rinsed down the drain with the remnants of her salty tears.
Now looking back it seemed as though the fire had only a distant memory, it seemed that many days had passed since the fire. It seemed impossible that in reality it had only been a few short, insignificant hours.
Turning off the water at long last, Sara reached outside of the shower and grabbed the fluffy red towel that was hanging nearby. Quickly wrapping herself in it, she stepped out onto the cold tile floor.
Wrapping herself in a fluffy red towel that hung beside the shower, Sara finally turned off the water and stepped out onto the cold tile floor. She shivered slightly as the cold hit her before reaching for the clothes Grissom had set out earlier for her.
Sara hesitated before picking up the old, gray, Harvard sweatshirt, which she deduced was from his college days. Lifting it to her nose, she inhaled a strong scent that was distinctly Grissom. With a slight guilty sigh of pleasure she slipped into the sweatshirt, which although a small size on Grissom was still pretty big on her. She then quickly picked up the pair of matching sweatpants and slipped them on.
As she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth, Sara exited the bathroom. She could see Grissom standing in the living room, his forehead wrinkled in frustration as he talked softly on the phone. She noted that his big soft hand ran anxiously through his salt and pepper colored hair. Oh how she wished his hand would run through her own hair.
Sara stifled a small yawn, abruptly awakened to the realization of how exhausted she truly was. The night had really worn her down.
With one last glance toward the man who had stolen her heart away, Sara quietly padded into the guest bedroom to her right. Crawling onto the bed, Sara yawned again before lying down and closing her eyes. Soon she was drifting off into the sweet oblivion that was sleep.
TBC... Next chapter.. We will learn what started the fire..