A:N/ Thanks to everyone that has continued to read along. Please continue to leave a review, your support and comments are the reasons I continue to post.
This chapter is entirely on Sara and Grissom.
It's slightly longer than some of the previous chapters, but, enjoy!
Take care.
Paige.


Chapter Twenty

"Grissom?" Sara planted a kiss on Grissom's cheek, in hopes of waking him up. Grissom was a deep sleeper, and sometimes, it took a lot to wake him from his slumber.

Grissom was running around the dessert, after receiving the miniature of Sara under that damn fire engine red mustang. He was getting tired and losing hope. Just hours before he was holding her in his arms, after a bout of love making. And, now... he was frantically searching for the only one he'd ever loved. In the distance he spotted a mound of dirt. He drew in a sharp breath as the tears started to fall.

Sara was now kneeling next to Grissom's side of the bed, holding his clammy hands and stroking away the tears as they started to fall. Worry was written all over her face. Her eyes twinkling with concern.

Grissom felt his tears being swept away, but he couldn't wake from his nightmare.

Grissom carried on running, as fast as his legs could carry him. He tripped, coming down on his hands and knees at the foot of the grave, that was the mound that he had noticed in the distance. He was wearing his court suit, the one that Sara had torn off his back two years earlier. The gang stood around him, Catherine cradling his month old daughter. The pure white marble stone at the head of the grave read; Sara Sidle. Beloved wife, friend and mother. Never before had an angel touched my heart. One cannot live without the other.

Upon reading this, Grissom closed his eyes and wished for Sara to be there in his arms again. Not wanting to go on any more he...

"Grissom for God sake. Wake up!" Sara needed Grissom to wake up. He was growing even more distressed and upset. Seeing him like this tore her heart out.

Grissom moaned, pulling himself out of his sleep. His eyes rested on Sara's tear streaked face. "Sara."

Grissom voice was barely a whisper, but Sara heard it, opened her eyes and smiled up at him.

Grissom smiled back, pulling her up onto the bed with him.

"Gil, are you okay?"

"I am now." Grissom wrapped his arm around Sara, pulling her close.

Sara placed her hands on his chest, feeling his rapid heart beat against it's cage.

"What's up hunni?" Grissom ran his fingertips gently over Sara's jawline, continuing to caress her lower back with his other hand.

"I'm fine Gil. Really." Sara brought her lips to Grissom's.

Grissom welcomed it with open arms, plunging his tongue into her mouth.

Their tongues danced around each other for a few moments, before Sara pulled apart.

"We need to talk Grissom." Sara starred into Grissom's brilliant blues, before sliding out from between the sheets and striding out onto the balcony.

Sighing, Grissom stood and lazily walked out to join Sara in the warm night air. Draping his arms around her waist, he whispered, "What about hunni?"

"You tell me Gil."

Sara turned in his arms to look up into those brilliant blues, that captivated her every time.

"Gil. You've not been yourself since that day in the dessert." Sara saw the hurt in his eyes when she mentioned that ill-fated day.

Grissom starred over Sara's shoulder, and out over the beach, into the clear blue sky.

Sara pulled Grissom into an embrace as she saw the tears start to trickle down his face. She rested her head on his chest and listened to him breathe. To his still rapidly beating heart.

"I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you that day, Sar." Grissom pulled her closer to him, resting his head on hers as the tears flowed.

The pair stood there, silently on the balcony for a few minutes. Just enjoying the comfort of each others arms.

"You would have moved on, Gil." Sara was the first to speak, not breaking the contact between them.

"You're the only one I've ever loved Sara. I can't ever love another like I do you." Grissom pulled away, heading inside.

Sara was left on the balcony.

Did I just hear him say that?

Sara took one last look out over the sea before turning on her heel and heading back inside to find Grissom.

Grissom sat in the room he thought to be the attic. It was at the very top of the staircase. He had come across it while Sara was watching the television, he thought he have a look 'round, see what he could find.

Sara searched all the downstairs and first floor rooms. When she couldn't find Grissom, she headed up to the attic, knowing that it was the only place, other than the beach, that he could be.

Grissom sat at the desk in the far corner. Boxes covered each of the three walls, each with a handwritten label stuck on the front, stating what each box contained.

Sara peeked her head around the door to see Grissom sat at the desk. A pen scribbling on a piece of paper.

Grissom finished off what he was writing and turned round to find Sara gracefully watching his every move.

"Sara."

"Gil."

"I thought you'd gone back to bed." Grissom stood from the chair that he neatly tucked back under the desk.

"No. You need to talk to me Grissom. Please." Sara walked over to the other side of the room. Grasping Grissom's hands, she looked up into his eyes, seeing the hurt and sadness that had enveloped him.

"I'm fine Sara. Really. I don't want to talk about it." Grissom pulled Sara into an embrace as he felt the tears burn the back of his eyes.

"Gil, please. I'm worried about you." Sara lent her head on his chest, wishing they were lay in bed.

"We need to sleep." Grissom took Sara's hand and led her to the bedroom, picking up his paper as he went.

"Griss, what's that?" Sara tried to reach for the paper that flapped in Grissom's hand before her.

"Nothing." Grissom placed it on the bedside table, next to the side that he slept in, slipped his slippers off and slid between the sheets.

Sara soon followed him, feeling the need to feel his warmth. To feel his strong arms hold her while she slept.

Feeling Sara join him in bed, Grissom turned over and spooned his body to hers. Wrapping one arm around her waist, and place the other gently under her head.

One of Sara's hands joined Grissom's on her waist, the other joined Grissom's on the pillow.

Once she was sure Grissom was wrapped around her and was sound asleep, Sara closed her eyes, entwining her finger's with her lovers.

"Goodnight Gil. Tomorrow we talk." Sara whispered as she drifted off.