A/N: Thanks to all that have left a review for the previous chapters, they are great
sablasvegas has called me a tease, so, here's a little peak, Grissom is taking Sara to San Fransisco in a few chapters time, so hold in tight!
Enjoy!
Take care.
Paige x
Chapter three
Sara woke to find the townhouse silent and Grissom sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Grissom headed into the bathroom.
"You didn't Griss." Sara slide out of the bed and stood outside the bathroom door. "Breakfast?"
"I'll make omelet."
Sara tried the door. It was unlocked so she walked in, finding him in the shower.
"Would you join me Sara?"
Sara striped down and joined Grissom in the shower.
Grissom held her close as he washed her hair. They stayed in the shower longer than they intended, just holding each other and allowing the tears to flow freely.
"Veggie omelet?"
"You remembered." Sara grinned up at Grissom from her spot on the living room floor.
"Memory is a gift." Grissom helped her up from the floor and they sat at the dinning table making small talk and eating veggie omelet. Once they had finished, Sara took up her place on the floor, while Grissom cleared up.
Grissom came and sat in the chair behind Sara, pulling her back to him, placing his hands on her shoulders and planting a kiss on her forehead.
"What you looking at, Sara?"
"I'm sketching." Sara leaned back, handing him the piece that she was working on and grinning up at him.
"Is that me?"
"Yeah. When you told me to get a hobby, I dug out my art folder and started to draw again. I've been working on this one for a couple of weeks. I've almost finished it."
"It's brilliant. What else do you draw?" Grissom handed her back the sketch and pulled her into his lap.
"Just people now. Friends, victims, people from my past. When my father was killed the police asked me to describe what it looked like through my eyes, to an artist. I did better than that. I took the pencil and paper from her and drew it. Right down to the titles and authors of the books that lay on the bedside table, to the glass that was scatter on the floor."
"You must have been extremely talented to do something like that at such a young age."
"I always used to draw what my father did to me when he came home drunk. I kept the folder under a loose floor board in my room. The forensics team didn't find them, so when the scene was released and I was allowed back to collect some of my things, I packed it into my bag and added to it every day. Sometimes I wouldn't eat or sleep until I had finished."
"Do you still have them?"
"Yes. I haven't looked at them since I met you." A tear rolled down her cheek. Grissom swiped it away and pulled her closer to him.
Grissom's cell rang as he was helping Sara pack away her sketches. "Grissom...how many...okay I'll be right there."
"Who was that Griss?" Sara had placed her folder in the study and came to pull Grissom into an embrace.
"Catherine. She needs us back at the lab."
"Why?"
"We've got a double at the library."