Grissom felt himself dragged from sleep as the sunlight streamed onto his face, through a crack in the curtains. It felt strange waking up to the sunlight, rather than going to sleep to it. But he still woke up feeling amazing, he glanced down and saw Sara lightly resting her head on his chest, he smiled and placed his arm around her shoulder.
He kissed the top of her head gently and put his head back on the pillow.
He knew he should feel worse after last night, that he should be trying to get back to his own room before she woke up and it grew awkward again, but he couldn't bring himself to move away from her.
Instead everything just seemed clearer, more simple, it had been more than sex that night and he knew it, they'd connected emotionally as well as physically.
For the first time since they had left work he felt that it might actually work out right.
He still didn't understand why she hadn't felt anything at first, maybe it was just shock, that could've been it, he tried to convince himself that was it as he lay there before returning to his own thoughts.
He knew he should feel bad and guilty and awkward, but instead he felt right, and ... happy.
Truly happy, like he hadn't been in a long time.
His thoughts soon became pleasanter as he found himself remembering the night before. Still in his own little world he didn't see Sara open her eyes, but he did feel her tense up suddenly, even though she didn't move.
He rubbed her arm soothingly, "Morning" he murmured softly before kissing the top of her head again.
He continued holding her as she slowly relaxed again and laid her arm across his stomach.
They both lay in silence, neither really wanted to break the moment or say anything that would make them return to their previous awkwardness, happy to just stay there peacefully with the other.
"Did you sleep well?" Grissom eventually asked, going for the least controversial question he could think of.
"Mmmm," Sara replied sleepily, "It was the first night in years I've slept properly, I didn't have any nightmares."
"That's good sweetie" he murmured gently.
Sara suddenly jumped up pulling the quilt with her and covering herself up with it.
"What did you just say?" she demanded.
"I said that was good" Grissom replied, confused.
He could only stare at her as she glared at him.
"I'm going back to my room" she said quickly hunting around for clothes.
"Sara, you're in your room."
"Oh," she said, looking around annoyed, "well then you go back to your room then."
He lay still for a moment and continued to stare at her.
"Now" she demanded after a moment and threw his trousers at him. Grissom began hunting for his shirt before realising he hadn't been wearing one the night before and quickly dashing out of the room.
As he left the room he turned in time to see Sara pale and shaking and slamming the door in his face.
Confused, he ran back to his room before anybody saw him.
He went into his own room and sat down on the edge of the bed. He didn't understand, when she'd woken up she'd seemed fine and happy and then she'd suddenly changed. He couldn't think what he'd done or said wrong, but he must have done something.
If she regretted it surely she would have thrown him out the second she woke up, rather than holding him closer. He had been right, he should've left, he did leave, but he shouldn't have gone back. He should've listened to his head instead of his libido. He tried to blame it on his libido, but he knew that his heart had cried out to go back to her as well, and when he finally admitted to himself he knew that he really didn't want to lose her.
They had connected totally, and been vulnerable with each other, and then she'd freaked out when he said it was good that the nightmares had gone that night.
His mind was whirling remembering that morning over and over again, trying to work out when things had changed.
Sara wasn't thinking, Sara was panicking. Her mind could barely register what had just happened.
She pulled on some clothes without even looking properly what they were and started repacking her bag. Not neatly or organised, just grabbing everything in handfuls and forcing it in. She went to the bathroom and grabbed everything she had brought and stuff it all the bag with the clothes.
She glanced around the room before grabbing the bag and walking out, slamming the door behind her.
Grissom's thoughts were interrupted as he heard a bang from next door and then heard someone storming towards his door, he took a deep breath and headed towards it, ready to open it for her, trying to prepare himself for whatever confrontation was coming. He heard the footsteps approach and go past the door without even pausing, but he still knew it was Sara, the bang had come from her room, and it sounded like Sara.
She was probably finding somewhere quiet to go walk and think, she tended to walk when she was confused or upset.
He hoped desperately that he hadn't upset her in anyway, he could understand her being confused, and was sure she could explain being angry, but he hadn't wanted to hurt her or upset her.
He walked over to his window staring at the dismal view outside.
He saw a figure at the bus stop, carrying a bag.
The person must be leaving.
He looked closer.
It was a woman.
It was Sara.