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Innocent

Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days

Always a bigger bed to crawl into

Wasn't it easier in your firefly catching days

When everything out of reach someone bigger brought down to you

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He heard the shower turn off and was immediately standing by the closed door, knocking lightly with his knuckles.

"Sara, do you need any help?" he asked, pressing his ear to the wood of the door.

"No, I'm fine," she said. "And step away from the door." A guilty look crossed his face and he was relieved she could not actually see him. He sat down on the edge of the bed and simply stared at the door. Ever since Sara had come home from the hospital she had insisted on doing everything herself. Her independence was one of the things that Grissom admired but she was still healing from her time in the desert. He wanted to take care of her, to make her recovery as easy as possible, but she was hearing none of it. After he heard a few curse words from the other side of the door, he got up to knock again.

"Sara?"

"I can dress myself," she called. She sounded frustrated but he did not know if it was because she was having difficulty with her clothing or because he had offered to help. then there was a loud thump and he was on his feet again.

"Sara, I'm coming in," he said, turning the knob. His concern grew when she did not protest.

She was sitting on the bathroom tile, covering her face with one hand. Her legs were bent at the knees and she had not managed to get her jeans up to her hips. She had gotten the straps of her bra onto her shoulders but had not been able to clasp the back. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes. He was immediately kneeling in front of her.

"What was that noise? Did you hurt yourself?" Grissom asked, trying to examine her for any new injuries, though it was made difficult by her already black and blue skin.

"No," she murmured, shaking her head. "I just slipped."

"Then why are you crying?" he asked, cupping her cheek and wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb.

"Because… I can't do anything by myself anymore-"

"Honey, that's only going to be for a little while. Once this cast is off you'll be good as new," Grissom said, his fingers trailing over the rough white plaster encasing her arm just past her elbow. "Just let me help you until then."

"I can't."

"Why not?" he asked, taking her good hand in his. She looked reluctant to respond, but eventually let out a long breath. She started speaking while playing with his fingers in her hand.

"Since I was little I've always done everything myself. I can't remember ever asking someone for help. Especially not my parents. I didn't want to be any more of a hassle than they already were to each other." Suddenly it all made perfect sense to him.

"Sara, I love you. I want to take care of you. I would never consider you to be a hassle," Grissom said.

"I know…" Sara looked up to meet his eyes. "I guess it's just hard for me to see it that way," she shrugged.

"I get it… But I'm telling you now that I want to take care of you. Please let me?"

"Okay," Sara said, a half smile forming.

Grissom stood and took her hand, helping Sara to her feet. He eased her jeans onto her hips and then buttoned and zipped them. He clasped the straps of her bra behind her and helped her put on the tank top around her cast. He then took her sling, slid her casted arm into it, and put the strap around her neck. then he straightened her shirt, satisfied with her appearance, and kissed her gently.

"I'm sorry that I was being difficult," she said.

"I didn't think you were," he said. "I know there's logic behind everything that you do."

This time she kissed him.

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