Sara sat still and lifeless in the small office of Captain Jim Brass. She sipped the coffee she had been given and she stared, lifeless still.
"You need to tell Grissom, he's your supervisor and I think he needs to know," Brass said, softly.
"How can I?" Sara whispered, "And Greg? He'll be furious," She sighed.
"Greg will be worried for you, concerned, and upset. You need to tell him. I can call Grissom if you wuld prefer," Brass sighed.
"No. I'll tell him. I just need a few minutes space alone…" Sara whispered. At that moment Grissom entered the room.
"Sara? Are you alright?" Grissom frowned at her pale features.
"No, I'm not. I…I was raped…by a suspect currently in custody," Sara whispered. Grissom paled and put his arms around her. "I'm sorry…" he whispered. Sara's silent tears poured from her swollen eyes, she couldn't cry much more. Grissom kissed her forehead and told her she should be at home, resting. He had removed her from the case due to personal involvement; she would also remove Greg for the same reason. He left them alone together, to cry and to talk. He knew that Sara would soon fall apart, and would have sooner if she did not have Greg by her side. She was drawn-out and clinically depressed. How could she carry on? He sighed softly, he knew she just would.
Sara curled up on Greg's lap her tear-stained face warm and she felt nothing. Not anger, nor shame, nor hatred. She just felt hollow inside. Greg gently stroked her head, nuzzling into her as if to remove any pain she felt. She turned to look at Greg, who himself looked pale and hollow. She sat up and kissed him on the nose.
"We'll get through this," Sara soothed, a small smile on her lips. "I always do, and you're mine now, so you'll be okay too," She added, softly.
"I should have helped you," Greg whispered.
"There was nothing you could have done my love," Sara stroked his hair. "He won't win, we are better than that. Think of all that time he will be in jail, for Catherine's attempted murder, my rape and that double count. He will get the death penalty. For sure and nothing he can say will change that, that's justice," Sara smiled.
"It shouldn't have happened, any of it. I just want to make you happy, keep you in my arms forever and keep you living," Greg whispered, tears streaming down her face.
"I will be, with you next to me," She smiled; she kissed him and nuzzled into him neck. "Just promise me you won't leave me…like all the others did," Sara whispered.
"Never. I'll be here no matter what time or what hour, I'm yours. I love you so much," Greg replied, his voice just above a whisper. She smiled, and sighed softly.
"Then I will always be happy," She smiled and wrapped herself around him. Greg nuzzled into her hair and kissed her. She looked like an angel, some fallen angel with tattered wings. He wanted so much to help her, to love her completely. He vowed to take her broken wings and restore their subtle beauty in some eternity together. Vaguely she saw in him this longing, some time before she knew his feelings she felt like he would say something. Something stupid maybe, but something she needed to hear. I love you was to her like air, she needed it to be in total existence. Now she was whole, in some ways at least. She felt like she had been born again in a way unable to be understood by those who had never had real love. She knew her life began and would ultimately end with him. She knew that is was the same love, equally felt on both sides and that was the sole thing keeping her going, the one thing that made her alive.
Greg awoke suddenly, he'd only fallen asleep a short while ago, but he found Sara to be missing. He called her name and she responded, from what sounded like outside. He wandered out into the large garden and found her perched on the side of the water fountain, her hair shining in the light of a new morning. He sat next to her;
"Are you okay baby?" He squinted in the sunlight. Sara smiled; he'd never called her that before.
"Yeah I'm good, thank you, smoothie?" She smiled handing him a glass with pink smoothie mix in it.
"It's pink," Greg frowned. Sara laughed out loud.
"I know it is silly," she laughed again, "Just drink it," she replied, shaking her head.
Greg frowned again, and then tasted it. He laughed and put his arm around her.
"Here's to moving on," he said, raising his glass to hers.
"To moving on," she replied, clinking their glasses and smiling into each other's eyes, in that perfect morning under the haze of new-found love.