"Title: Little Clues

Author: Urabadinfluence

Rating:M ...definitely M

Summary: It's the little clues that you should follow to see what is right in front of you. The night shift family compare notes on how they knew that Sara and Grissom were together.

A/N: I don't own much of anything. If I did, I would love to own CSI, but, I don't. I don't even know any of them. I would LOVE to know Billy Peterson though. But, of course, if I ever saw him, I would probably become a blundering idiot, tripping on every word in my mouth.

Grissom asked Jim, "OK , may I go and check on Sara now? I want to see if she is awake yet."

Jim was still laughing, so he didn't say anything, he just nodded his head and let Grissom leave the room.

Warrick and Nick stood up, stretching, saying, "We're going to run and get some coffee. Don't tell any more before we get back. We'll pick up coffee for everyone."

As they were exiting the room, Warrick turned around and said, "My story isn't as good as Jim's or Greg's, but just wait...I'll tell you when we get back."

Grissom shuffled toward the room that held the love of his life, Sara Sidle. As he walked in, he shook his head and let out a low chuckle, thinking of the stories that he had just heard. He was surprised when he heard Sara whisper, "Hello Gilbert, you found me. I knew you would. What is so funny?"

With a sigh of relief, he said, " Nothing dear, the gang was just telling stories in the waiting room while waiting to hear how you are."

Sara tried to smile, although her lips were dry and cracked, and let out a wince when her upper lip split a bit and seeped a drop of blood. Quickly, Grissom rushed to the bedside table and withdrew a tissue and dabbed the blood off of her mouth. Staring into her eyes, he realized how close to loosing her he had been, and this realization hit him like a ton of bricks, causing him to drop into a chair that he had moved close to the bed.

Gently, he took her hand that was not ensconced in a cast, and gently kissed her bruised knuckles. Mindful of her injuries, he gently took her hand and placed it in the center of his chest, placing her palm over his heart.

"Sara, I almost lost you." He choked out. "I almost lost you." he repeated.

Deeply moved, Sara lay there and nodded, unable to say anything.

Grissom slid his right hand along her cheek, and ran his thumb across her chin and then lips, looking into her eyes, showing Sara how much he loved her with his gentle touch. Neither broke out of their reverie as Sara's surgeon and primary doctor entered the room. Both physicians cleared their throats and let the couple know that all test came back fine, but that Sara was going to have to stay as a guest in the hospital to give her fluids that she most desperately needed. For the first time in her life, Sara did not argue with the doctors about staying at the hospital.

Grinning, the surgeon reminded Grissom, "There is a waiting room of people that claim to be your family that can't wait to see you." Because of the nature of how you came to be here, we will allow all of them to come in at once if you promise to kick them out when you get tired, and if you promise that you will keep the party down to a small rumble."

Satisfied with Sara and Grissom's promised to comply with their request, the doctors left the room to take care of the rest of their patients.

With a raised brow, Grissom looked over to Sara and cleared his throat, trying to figure out how he was going to break the news to Sara. Calculatedly, Grissom put on his best puppy-eyed look as he started, "Sara, sweetheart." Sara looked to him and rolled her eyes, sighing, "Gil, what the hell did you do now?"

"Well darling, I may have outed us just a little." Sara knew all she could do is laugh at her inept boyfriend. "Gil, how can you out something just a little. It is like being dead, or pregnant, either you are or you aren't. There isn't just a little dead, or just a little pregnant, or just a little outed." His eyes got large as he said, "Are you trying to tell me something?" She was amused as she said "No Gil, I am not pregnant, it is just a saying."

Sheepishly he continued, "Well my dear, shall I have them come in now/ But, just a warning, they are sharing stories about us and how they knew all along. They are actually a bit humorous, a bit embarrassing, but humorous."

All Sara could reply was, "Gil, send in the clowns."