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Chapter twenty-three

Sara was the first to wake from her slumber. Grissom still held her tightly to him.

It was nearing eleven. They needed to meet with the chief and supervisor of the swing team at noon.

Grissom's eyes soon fluttered open, starring straight into Sara's chocolate browns.

"Morning Gil." Sara flashed her famous gapped-tooth smile and got Grissom's goofy grin in return.

"Morning cherry blossom."

Sara giggled. "That's a new one."

Grissom crashed his lips down on Sara's, causing her to quietly moan into him.

"Gil. We need to talk." Sara whispered this between kisses.

"What about?" Grissom stopped his assault and lifted himself and his lover into a sitting position, allowing the sheets to fall to their waists.

"Last night."

Grissom, once again, starred off into space, as if the answer to all of his problems and all of Sara's answers would just jump out and slap him in the face.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Griss. You had that God-for-saken nightmare again. You scared me last night Gil."

"I'm sorry hunni. I didn't mean to."

"I know. It's just... I'm worried about you Grissom. You've not been eating. You're losing weight. You're not sleeping, when you are it's restless. You're constantly busy. You're ill Grissom." Sara lent her head on Grissom's chest. His heart was still franticly beating against it's cage.

"Sar. Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"I do though." Sara blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. "Why Grissom? Why are you not looking after yourself? If I ever lost you Gil, then... well... life wouldn't be worth living."

"You want to know what I dream about?"

"Yes."

"Remember that day in the dessert, when you were under that damn mustang? Well, I'm searching for you, running around in circles, not finding any sign that you're still alive. That is, until I come across a grave. It's enscribbed with your name. The gang's there. And Catherine... Catherine's holding our month old daughter." Grissom choked on his words, but continued on with his story, refusing to look at Sara. He could feel the warmth of her tears trickling down his bare chest. "Ever since that day in the dessert I've been afraid to touch you in case you break. I've watched you as you reeled in from the lose of our child. I wanted to grieve, but I couldn't. I thought that if I grieved then, I would be grieving for you as well. I spoke to Doc about it, but it didn't help matters. I stopped eating unless I was around you. I'm old Sara. I'm weak. You deserve better than me. An old, weak man, that can't offer you anything but love and comfort. Sooner or later I'm not going to be here Sara, and when that day comes..."

"Shh. Griss. That's enough for now. I refuse to talk about either of us passing away, unless we know it's coming soon. And as for offering me anything, all I've ever wanted is your love, Gil. You're the only one I've ever loved. And I'm never going to leave you, no matter how old you are." Sara looked up at Grissom, who reached down to her cheek and swiped away the tears that had started to tumble.

"Shall we get ready for this meeting then?"

"Only if you'll join me in the shower Dr. Grissom."

"With pleasure Miss. Sidle." Both Grissom and Sara laughed as they headed to the bathroom to get ready for the days events.