He striped his clothes off. sara watched through the half opened bathroom door from her reclined position in the tub. her uninjured arm swooshing the surface water back and forth.

As he pulled on his new boxers he glanced in her direction, realizing she had been watching him-

"see something you like?" His boyish grin illuminating,

She smiled seductively in reply as he made his way into the bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet lid beside the tub. she slid herself down underneath the water and then back up, the water droplets rolling down her face.

He squeezed some of the lemon grass scented shampoo into the palm of his hand and began to lather it through her hair.

She sighed, "im sorry you have to do this," she began.

"You know im more that happy to." he countered, "i know how you hate to feel helpless, it's only for a little while,"

She turned her head around to him and gave him a half smile. he was so cute when he tried to be reassuring. ....... they shared a quick, gentle kiss before he continued the task at hand.

.....

She wore a button down shirt of his, it was the only thing that would fit over her arm. Grissom didn't mind though- he loved to see her in his shirts, clearly numerous sizes too large for her.

She was on the bed, her hair starting to dry. he observed her as she sat in some odd position, her leg holding a book open so she could read and turn the page. he knew she hated to feel like the victim, to feel helpless, and to have her independence striped from her, so he tried his hardest not to make a fuss over her. But he couldn't help the feeling of wanting to, of wanting to hold her for hours, of tending to her every need.

He sat on his side of the bed beside her. he reclined against the pillows into a half laying, half sitting up position.

He let her read for a few minutes more before he spoke. He lifted her hair on one side, placing it behind her ear, and doing so caused her to turn to him-

"You should get some rest dear,"

she smiled at him and nodded, closing the book she was reading and placing it on the nightstand beside her. she turned off the light and settled into bed.

The two bodies moved and shuffled until a comfortable position was found for both. He laid on his back, legs straight, as she curled her body around him, bringing one bend leg over his thighs, her arm draped over his abdomen, and her head close to his heart. his hand stroked her soft hair and he let out a deep sigh unintentionally.

her arm traced back and forth on his stomach, "what's wrong?" she asked,

"nothing- its, .... nothing."

She sat up and leaned on her good arm, looking at him, "what is it?"

"I'm just." he paused, "i don't think i've expressed to you how glad i am that you're alright... that you're..." his voice trailed off, and he added in a whisper, "alive"

TBC...