Epilogue

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm just playing with them.

Summary: Grissom fears for his family's safety after a package is sent to him.

Spoilers: Built to Kill part 2; Post Mortem; Loco Motives; Monster in a Box...basically all episodes that have the miniature crime scene serial killer in it.

A/N: This doesn't have a beta, so any mistakes are mine.

Sara was in the hospital for another week. She was so ready to go home and get out of that hospital. She'd been complaining to go home for the past few days, especially to eat something other than that hospital shit. She signed her release forms with her husband's arm around her waist protectively. She walked slowly to the car (her abdomen was still sore from having it cut open). The letters 'BIT' were visible on her abdomen, and it would most likely scar.

Grissom helped her into the car, and then he strapped Rachel into the car seat. He drove home and helped his wife inside. She noticed that he had cleaned everything up.

"Thank you for cleaning the house up," she said.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," he said, "but I can't take the credit for it. The team fixed it up while I was at the hospital with you."

"Remind me to thank them," she said.

He smiled and said, "I'll put Rachel to bed."

She nodded and followed him to her daughter's room. She watched her husband gently place their daughter in the crib. He stroked her cheek and whispered to her until she fell asleep. He then turned around and saw Sara leaning on the doorframe. She sighed, and he asked, "What's wrong honey?"

"Nothing...I'm just glad that she's okay," she murmured.

"So am I, honey," he said, walking over to her and putting his arms around her.

"Who shot the guy?" she asked, leaning into his embrace.

"I did," he said. "I was cleared. I shot, and rushed up to you. You muttered Rachel's name before passing out. I tried to get you conscious while Catherine rushed to assist Rachel. She, um, found her in her crib face-down. She, um...she wasn't breathing. She was unconscious...it took the doctors awhile to get her conscious and breathing on her own."

Tears welled up in Sara's eyes.

"I should've stopped him!" she said. "I just stood there and watching him put her in the crib face-down."

"Honey, you were in shock," he said soothingly, wiping away the tear that leaked from Sara's eye. "It's in the past, honey, what's done is done. You are both safe, and that's what matters."

"I'm sorry about what I said to you when I woke up," she whispered. "I was just...still scared."

"And high off the drugs," said Grissom with a chuckle.

"That too," she said with a smile.

She snuggled deeper into his embrace, and whispered, "Night."

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmured.

They closed their eyes and soon fell asleep. However, later that night, Grissom was awakened by Sara thrashing around in her sleep. Sweat beaded her forehead, her eyes were clenched shut in fear. She was moaning in her sleep as well.

"Stop, get off of me!" she whimpered. "Gil, HELP!! Get him off of me...Gil, make him stop!"

Grissom heart tore in two. He gently placed his hand on her bare shoulder and caressed it.

"Sweetheart, please wake up," he whispered. "Sara, wake up!"

Her eyelids flew open, revealing the fear in her brown eyes. Grissom embraced her tightly, and then she cried. The tears flowed down her cheeks as Grissom rocked her back and forth, whispering loving things in her ear.

"I'm here, sweetheart," he murmured. "You're safe...I won't let anything happen to you."

She eventually calmed down, but did not leave the comfort and safety of her husband's arms. He gently stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head multiple times.

"Are you okay, honey?" he asked.

"I, I just can't stop it from playing over and over again in my head," she whispered, the tears forming again. "I'd give anything for it to stop."

A tear fell, and Grissom quickly caught it with his thumb.

"Honey, there is no way to make it stop," he said. "It will start to disappear after awhile, but you can't just make it go away. But you're strong, and you'll get through it...and I'll be right here for you."

Sara smiled and hugged her husband. He leaned down and planted multiple kisses in her hair. He sat there with her for a few minutes.

"Um, Sara, I've noticed that you've been having that nightmare for awhile," said Grissom. "I've heard you moaning in your sleep at the hospital as well."

"What are you trying to say?" Sara asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Maybe you should consider getting...professional help," said Grissom.

"Oh, so now you think I'm psycho!" snapped Sara.

"No, no, no...I just think that it would help," said Grissom quietly. "I'm sorry, I never should've suggested it. I was just trying to help you, sweetheart. Just, forget about it."

He kissed her cheek and laid back down on his side. Sara mentally kicked herself. She knew she was overreacting. She stopped Grissom from creeping back into his shell.

"I know you're trying to help...but I just don't like the feeling of seeing a counselor," said Sara, gently stroking his arm. "It makes me feel like I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy, Sara," he said gently, sitting back up. "I think it would help if you talked about it to someone...I could always be there with you."

Sara sighed and said, "I'll think about it. Thank you, for caring."

"Sara, I love you too damn much not to care," said Grissom giving her a small smile.

A/N: I'll continue this very soon. Thanks a bunch for everyone who has reviewed. Also, thank you for those who pushed me to keep going. A big, special thanks to odeepblue for giving me some brainstorming tips! You rock!