Chapter Fifteen
Soon enough, Grissom and Sara were outside of her apartment building, having gotten through the traffic that was the Las Vegas lunch seekers.
She got out of her car and went around to Grissom's side. She opened the door to wake him up, but he was already well on his way to being awake. "My home away from home," he muttered.
"Really?" Sara asked, surprised. "Not the lab?"
"Nah…" he replied slowly. "I like it better here. Because you're here." He tried to smile, but it caused him pain.
She smiled, and bit back her retort. He didn't need to be reminded that she spent just as much time, if not more, at the lab. Lately, however, they had both spent a considerable less amount of time at work, and more with each other.
"Come on, slowly out of the car," she urged, helping him to stand. "Just let me get your stuff, and we'll go right up." She grabbed his briefcase from her trunk and made sure he had a good grip on his laptop.
Walking slowly but steadily to the front door, she rummaged in her bag for the key. "Found it," she announced, holding it up. She pulled open the door and held it for Grissom.
"Thanks, Sara," he said, his eyes adjusting to the dark coolness of the building's front lobby. She just smiled and led him to the elevator. It came immediately and they piled in.
They rode in silence up to the third floor. The doors opened, and Sara led Grissom down the hall. Stopping in front of number 304, she quickly pulled out another key and opened her door, ushering Grissom in.
"Home sweet home," she said, putting down his briefcase. She took his laptop from his grip and set it down on the breakfast bar. "Okay, first things first. You need rest. Sleeping options are; the couch, or the bed." She pointed in the direction of their room.
Grissom looked wearily from the bedroom to the couch mere inches from him. "Don't take it personally, honey," he whispered sleepily. "The couch is so much closer."
"Point taken," she said, grinning. "I'll get you some extra blankets and pillows." Walking away from him, she hurried to the linen closet, which had successfully been cleaned by Grissom the previous day. Grabbing a couple of blankets, she headed to her room for a few pillows.
She walked back into the living room to find Grissom already asleep, having collapsed onto the couch. Smiling slightly, she walked over to him, and knelt down. She gently shook him awake.
"Do you want anything?" He shook his head no, desperate to get back to sleep. "Alright. I'm just going to take a quick shower. Don't worry if the phone rings or someone calls up." He nodded, and closed his eyes. "Just yell if you need me," she told him, standing up.
He opened an eye to look at her. "Sara," he whispered. "You know that I don't have to be sick to need you. I always need you."
Her smile grew and she kissed him on the forehead. "You know where to find me."
Sara went back to the closet and pulled out a towel. Choosing a white fluffy one, she smiled at the scent. It was a new washing liquid that Grissom had started using on her clothes, and it was a different scent from the lavender she usually used.
Walking to the bathroom, she heard slight snoring. Grissom was out already. Let him sleep, she thought. He needs it. I think we both do, but I've got to head back to work. Oh well… there's always later... Then he won't be alone. And neither will I.
Grinning, she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
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Ten minutes later, Sara stepped out of her shower and into the white towel. She picked up her clothes and headed to her room. Passing by the living room once again, she could still hear Grissom snoring.
She put on a new set of clothes and combed her wet hair. Heading for the door, she stopped and turned around. Staring at the sleeping form on the couch, she debated with herself if she should leave a note. Griss knows where everything is. And I really don't care if he goes through the pantry. Or fridge… or freezer… he practically lives here! But maybe I should…
Sighing, Sara set down her purse and dug out a pad of paper and a pen. Quickly scribbling a note, she set it down on the table next to his head. Placing another water bottle by the note, she read it over once more before leaving.
It read, 'Medicine in bathroom cupboard. And a pot pie in the freezer. Call if you need anything, and get more rest. Don't work. Feel better! Love you so much, Sara.' Satisfied with it, she headed out the door.