Sara awoke wondering what time it was and why her alarm hadn't gone off yet, she felt as though she'd slept for hours, even her nightmares hadn't been as bad as usual.
Keeping her eyes squeezed shut she became groping at the side of the bed to turn her lamp on but couldn't find it, nor did it feel like the right cupboard. She opened her eyes slowly and suddenly remembered where she was.
She couldn't remember checking into here though or getting upstairs, last thing she'd known she'd been sat in the car feeling tired, still pondering this she heard a faint tap on the door, she climbed out of bed, noticing she was still in her day clothes and hadn't changed, and made her way towards the door.
Rubbing her face and eyes to try and bring some life into them she opened the door.
Grissom stared as the door opened, even now he was still blown away, her clothes were wrinkled and haphazard, she had no make-up left on and was still tired enough to not have colour in her cheeks yet, with her hair knotted and sticking up at the back, and he still knew he'd rather look at Sara now than any glamourous and attractive beauty model.
After a moment he recovered his composure and spoke "I didn't wake you did I? I came by an hour or so ago and you didn't answer so I assumed you were still asleep."
"No," she said through a yawn, "just woken up anyway."
He nodded, "I've got some food for you next door when you're ready, it's wrapped up so it should stay warm."
Sara smiled at him gently and nodded, "I'll just have a quick shower and then I'll be right there."
Grissom nodded and left the room.
Sara stifled another yawn and headed towards the tiny bathroom, as the water splashed around her and she relaxed she thought over what she needed to say to him and realised she didn't actually know any more. For years she'd rehearsed conversations over and over in her head and thought up all the things she wanted to tell him and what he might say in reply, but now she knew she didn't want to have those needy conversations she'd imagined, where she had done all the apologising and begged him forgiveness and waited for him to decide where they were going.
She wanted to be calm and controlled, if he could appear emotionless then so could she, it would make this time easier on both of them.
Despite all this she still knew there were things that needed to be said and needed to be heard, maybe they should just have some time getting back on good terms again first, so she knew how she felt without been clouded by anger.
She shut off the shower and padded out into the main room, as she dressed she also realised she didn't know which room he was in, she knew he was next door but didn't know which direction, bracing herself for having to knock on what could be a strangers room she went to her own door.
She looked down as she heard a sound underfoot, she saw a piece of paper with Grissom's unmistakable handwriting on it. 'I'm in the room to the right of you, room 12.'
She smiled as she lay the piece of paper down on the bed, went out of the door and turned to the right.