Chapter Twenty Three:
Sara is sprawled on the sofa at Grissom's condo, arm thrown across her eyes, blanket tucked around her and the pillow from his side of the bed under her head. The blinds shut tight, not letting an ounce of sunlight in. Grissom enters the condo as quietly as humanly possible, shopping bags in his arms. Noticing Sara still where he left her an hour ago, he lowers the bags down at his feet, closing the door behind him.
'Please tell me they had it?' Sara lowers her arm down to slap at her side and speaks in the softest whisper.
'I had to go to two different stores, but I got it.' He crouches down rummaging through the bags, pulling the ointment from the bottom of the last bag he walks over to her on the sofa. He sits on the arm and sweeps her hair away from her forehead. Unscrewing the lid off the pot, he swirls his fingers into the menthol mixture, warming it between his fingers and thumbs, lowering down to place a kiss to her brow he begins to rub in the medicine to her temples. 'Have the tablets kicked in at all?'
'No. I feel like I'm dying. You're sure this will work?'
'Yes. I'm sorry I didnt think of it sooner, my Mother swears by this stuff.'
'Oh great, just want any guy wants, his girlfriend smelling like his mother.' She opens one eye and looks up at him.
'Darlin' you could smell like a rotting corpse and it wouldn't put me off.'
'Hm, a real man wouldn't mind.' She whispers to herself.
