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CHAPTER 7
After dinner of take out pizza and soda, everyone took seperate showers and went to bed. Sara and Catherine in one bed, Grissom in the other, Nick and Warrick on the seperate couchs and Greg on the floor.
Sara, being the insomniac that she is, got up in the middle of the night, being carefull not to wake up Catherine, and snuck out of the room. On her way downstairs she could hear the tv on. At the landing of the staircase she came into view of three sleeping forms. Each of which had their own unique way of sleeping. Greg was spread out on the floor, mouth wide open. Nick was scrunched into a ball. Warrick was half on half off the couch. Sara smiled at the sight and continued on her track to the kitchen. Getting two glasses, she filled them with water and headed back upstairs after turning off the tv.
She lightly knocked on the door before opening it and walking in. There she found Grissom, glasses on, book in hand, and documentary on the tv, casting a slight light.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Hey, whats going on?"
"I couldn't sleep so I wanted to see if you were still awake."
Sara set one glass on the side that he was laying on, and went around to the other side, placing the glass on the table before crawling under the covers and into his arms. Grissom put down his book and took off his glasses so he could hold Sara completely.
She kissed him lightly before snuggling into his side and asking, "Watcha watchin'."
"Documentary on the migrational habits of the Monarchs." At that Sara snorted.
"Give me the remote," she ordered, putting her hand out. Grissom reluctantly gave it to her.
Sara continued to flip through the channels until she came to a program she decided was the best thing on tv at this hour.
Grissom chuckled, "What are you watching?"
"Television."
"What show?"
"Hmmm, I think it might be the migrational habits of Monarch butterflies."
Grissom chuckled some more and kissed her before turning his attention back to the tv.
When the program ended and hour later Sara looked up at Grissom.
"I think I should go back to my room now."
"Why? Can't you stay for a little while longer?"
"Catherine will wonder where I went. How would you like to explain that?"
"I think it might go a little like me saying 'Catherine, I Love Sara, so if that's a problem, which I know it isn't, then get out of our business' How was that?"
"Perfect, babe, but I think you might need to work on your ability to hide evidence."
"Why do you say that?"
"Remember when we left? We'll before I got into the car I heard Catherine and Nick talking about how you might have a girlfriend and that Catherine intended to find out what was goin on."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Whatever you want to say."
"What do you want me to want to say?"
"Gil, c'mon, be serious!"
"I am being serious!"
"Then what are you going to say?"
"That yes, I do have a girlfriend, but I am not ready to reviel her identity to her. How's that?"
"Perfect."
"You know what I might add though?" Grissom smiled playfully at her, making her giggle, "That she is beautiful, and intelligent, and wonderful, and I love her, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with her."
"Sure, that'll make Catherine ease up," Sara muttered before Grissom's lips were on hers, showing that he meant everyword that he meant.
Pushing Grissom off of her before the kiss became anything deeper, Sara grabbed her glass of water and headed for the door. Before opening it she turned and looked at him, saying I Love You loud enough for him to hear it. Then she opened the door and was gone.
When she opened her door, she found Catherine up with the tv on. Catherine looked at her expectantly.
"Well, where were you?"
"I went downstairs."
"You were gone an awfully long time to just have gone downstairs."
Sara said what came to her mind first, "I went on a walk."
"It's freezing outside."
"I do have a jacket, Catherine. I'm not your daughter, you don't have to supervise me."
"I know, I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I do care about you, beleive it or not," Catherine said.
"Okay."
Catherine turned off the tv and got ready for bed as Sara slipped under the covers.
"Night, Sara."
"Night Cath. And you know I do appreciate you looking out for me, right?"
"Yeah." Catherine said. She didn't know what was going on, but she was going to find out before they went home, Catherine thought to herself with a smirk, before drifting off into sleep.