Chapter 7: A Call from Home

Sara lay down beside Grissom and snuggled into the spot between his neck and shoulder. She closed her eyes and immediately went off into sleep. Grissom rubbed her shoulders thanking god for the small gift she had given him by accepting his offer to try to make it work.

'It's not going to work.' A voice in the back of his brain screamed at him as he watched her sleep.

'This is going to work so you just shut up back there.' Another voice screamed from the front of his brain. They were starting to give him a headache.

He was just about a sleep when his cell phone rang on the bedside table. "Grissom…" He said into the phone dragging it out as he yawned.

"Grissom its Catherine…"

"Catherine this had better be an emergency, I mean one of my CSI's better be carrying his head around or else I will be highly upset." He noticed that Sara had woke up, she was listening to him.

"Grissom be nice to her." Sara said as she starched and slide out of the bed dressing, why she didn't know.

"What was that about?" Catherine said amusement evaded in her voice.

What did you want?" Grissom said smiling at Sara as he watched her brush out her hair.

"It's Greg he was attacked at a crime scene and his in critical condition at Desert Pines hospital." Her voice dropped again to the volume it had been when she called.

What happened to him?" Grissom sat straight up, Sara slide in the bed behind him and hugged him tight to her kissing his shoulder.

"He got hit over the head and then the prep stabbed him in the back." Catherine explained as an alarm sounded making Grissom jump and Sara tighten her hold on him. I have to go something's wrong with him, I'll call you back Grissom." Then the connection went dead.

"What's wrong?" Sara asked as she watched his expression go from sad to worried.

"Greg's been hurt; he was attacked at a crime scene, his in critical condition." Grissom throw the cover back and got up pulling on his jeans. He ran his hand through his hair and then turned to Sara his eyes softened. "He'll be ok." Grissom said as he climbed back in bed with her and laid back with her. He wrapped his arm around her and with his free hand stroked her hair.

"Grissom, Greg's like a brother to me and I want to see him and be there with him. Can we leave tomorrow and go back to Vegas?" She snuggled her face into his arm.

"Yes sweetheart we will. Now go to sleep, we'll leave first thing in the morning." With that Sara drifted off into sleep.

TBC…