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A trip down memory lane
Sara's POV
Grissom stayed. We talked, we watched a movie, and we played scrabble.
"You beat me." He grinned
"Is that impossible?" I asked
"Not really."
My head suddenly hurt. He noticed. Of course, he quickly went beside me and helped me sit down on the couch. He got my medication and a glass of water.
"Thanks."
"This…is the reason why I stayed."
"I know, and I'm thankful."
"Good. We should probably get you to bed."
"Where will you sleep?" I asked
"…On the couch."
"You're not serious."
"Why's that?"
"Well for one thing, sleeping there will make you the next DB. Go and sleep on my bed."
"You can take the bed you know."
"I can. And I will."
Grissom frowned. "But you said…"
"We can both sleep on the same bed you know. We're both adults."
"Right."
We went to my bedroom. I excused myself to the bathroom and changed in my pajamas. I just hoped that he wouldn't be startled that one of his CSI's wears Garfield pajamas to sleep.
I went back to my bedroom. Once he saw me, he grinned. I pouted.
"What?"
"Nothing. I usually don't see people who wear Garfield pajamas."
"Well, you do now."
I went to my side of the bed. The left one. He went to the right side of the bed. After a few minutes, he fell asleep. I could tell that he was exhausted. He started murmuring in his sleep;
"I'm so sorry Sara…"
I immediately looked at him. He was sleeping peacefully. I didn't know if I wanted to cry or if I wanted to laugh. Really. Who ever thought that the great Gil Grissom talked in his sleep? I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to come, but it didn't. Suddenly, memories burst into my head.
"Since when were you interested in beauty?" "Since I met you."
"It's easy to wear your heart on your sleeve when you're not looking in his eyes."
"The lab needs you."
"…Delta airlines, flight 1109, Boston-Miami, March '93, Ken Fuller. Hazel eyes, Organic chem. Lab TA, BMOC…overrated in….every…aspect…"
"I haven't seen you in a while…have I?" "You see me everyday."
Suddenly, I remembered. Everything. I don't know why…or how…but I remembered. Maybe it was the debris. On instinct, I kissed Grissom who was fast asleep beside me. And then,
He woke.
Grissom's POV
So…we played scrabble…we talked…and we watched a movie. So far, so good. She hasn't collapsed…yet.
"You beat me." I said
"Is that impossible?" she asked
"Not really."
Her smile was replaced by an unfamiliar look. She looked…pained? I quickly went beside her and helped her sit on the couch. I went and got her a glass of water and her medication.
"Thanks." She said
"This…is the reason why I stayed."
"I know. And I'm thankful."
I smiled. I didn't think that she would actually like it when I'm here to care for her.
"Good. We should probably get you to bed." I said
"Where will you sleep?" she asked.
I frowned. She's the one who is sick and yet she's concerned about me? Isn't that the other way around? I just shrugged and answered her.
"…On the couch."
"You're not serious."
"Why's that?"
"Well for one thing, sleeping there will make you the next DB. Go and sleep on my bed."
I smiled inwardly. At least she still has her humor.
I frowned. "You can take the bed you know."
"I can…and I will."
I frowned again. Didn't she just say that…"But you said…"
"We can sleep on the same bed you know, we're both adults."
Right…did she just ask me to sleep with her on the same bed? Whoa. Major fantasy overload.
I blinked.
"Right." I said. What was I supposed to do? I didn't think it was right but I just wanted to sleep. I didn't care where. I was too exhausted.
We went to the bedroom. Sara excused herself to go to the bathroom. Maybe she's changing into her pajamas.
I glanced around the room. It looked…nice. Very Sara.
She went out of the bathroom. Once I saw her, I grinned. Really. I never imagined that her pajamas were designed with…cartoon characters. She pouted. That only made me grin again.
"What?"
"Nothing. I usually don't see people who wear Garfield pajamas."
"Well, you do now."
She went to, what I guessed was, her side of the bed. The left side. I went to the right side. I lay in bed and I was scared to sleep since I sometimes talk while I sleep. But…exhaustion took over me and I quickly fell asleep.
I dreamt that it wasn't Debbie in that bathroom. It was Sara. How could it be? I just saw her an hour ago…in the break room…
"I'm so sorry Sara…"
Then I saw myself killing her…hiding the evidence….but then, I awoke. I awoke because of a kiss.
I kissed her back. Wow. It was all I could say. But I quickly stopped the kiss and gasped for breath.
"As much as I would like this…I don't think this is the right time. I wouldn't want to rush you."
"No rush at all…you weren't rushing me."
"But still…I want our first time to be romantic. Maybe a date."
She smiled. I was confused. Did I just tell her that?
"Any regrets?"
"None at all."
She cuddled next to me and I put my arm around her. I had a point. I really would want our first time to be special…and I wouldn't to rush her. Besides…
For the first time, I was content. Content with just laying there with her.
The End
A.N: told you I didn't write smut. What do you think of the ending? Review and comment please. :D