Grissom closed the door and locked it after the final guest went home. Sara was dozing on the couch. He kissed her, then lifted her into his arms and took her to bed. She was vaguely aware that she was being undressed but she didn't care. Grissom set the alarm and after undressing himself and putting the clothes in the hamper, he crawled in bed behind her and fell asleep. Sara woke up because she was very hot. She looked at the clock and saw that the alarm would be going off in an hour then turned toward the radiator she called Gil. He was dead to the world in his deep sleep and Sara spent a few minutes just watching him.

He woke to a distinct wet and poking feeling on his body. It took a few seconds to realize that it was Sara covering his body with kisses.

"Mmmm. This is a nice way to wake up. Don't start something you don't plan to finish." He warned her and they both noticed what the effects of her actions were causing to his body.

"We have time. Not as much as I would like, but we have some time. Kiss me." He rolled her over and at the same time that his lips were crashing into hers, his hand was wandering up on the inside of her shirt. She moaned and when the kiss broke, her shirt had disappeared from her body. They both were suddenly naked from the waist up and worked quickly to get rid the rest of their clothes that were in the way. He pushed himself into her waiting body and moaned into her neck at the delicious feelings that were rippling through his body. Even after a year and a half of being together, it still felt like the first time, every time he entered her. They were both aware of the sensitivity of their movements because of their lack of birth control as they began to move together. It didn't take long to reach the peak for either of them and within seconds of each other, they both crashed into ecstasy. He panted and remained on top of her until he could breathe normally. Sara recovered first.

"Did I kiss all of your bruises?" They both laughed at her question.

"Yes. Did I kiss yours?" Sara shook her head and showed him the bruise on her arm. Dutifully he kissed it.

"Much better. I love you. You do realize that I am not going to let you go to the bar with your friends, right? " He kissed her.

"I love you too and yes I had figured that. What did Tina tell you anyway?"

"She reminded me that the last time you all went drinking; you all had horrible hangovers and were cranky the next day." Grissom did indeed have a hangover after Warrick's celebration and was not ready for a repeat performance.

"Thank you for protecting me from them." He kissed her and the alarm chose that moment to go off. They both groaned and got up to get ready for work.

That night at work was a busy one and for the first time, they missed having Sara be able to go in the field with them. The boys were also bummed when they learned that Sara said no to Grissom going to the bar. She did prove, however to be a huge asset in the lab. She was very busy helping everybody out with some aspect of their case. She was thoroughly exhausted at the end of shift and now she had a doctor appointment.

"Gil, we need to go."

"I can't. I am in the middle of something potentially huge here." He told her without looking up.

"I have an appointment to get my x-ray done. We can come back you know." He looked up and sighed. He didn't want to leave work nor start an argument with her either.

"Can you reschedule?"

"I don't have the number. How important is this case?"

"Very. If my theory pans out, then I will be here for a while. Could somebody else drive you?"

"Everybody else is just as busy as you are. I will just go call a cab." She turned and hobbled away. He had heard the hurt in her voice when he basically told her that he was putting work first. He sighed and went to follow her. He found her in the locker room gathering her purse.

"Hi."

"Shouldn't you be chasing your hot lead?" Sara snapped sarcastically without looking his way. She purposefully made it so he couldn't see her face.

"Honey, I…"

"Just save it, alright? Go back to work. I will see you at home later. Excuse me." She pushed past him with her crutches bearing the brunt of her anger. He gave up knowing he couldn't talk to her right now and went back to work. He saw Sara crawl into a cab near the front door. He waited until she was gone from sight before returning to his station.

"Good morning Sara. How are you this fine day?"

"Good morning. I'm just fine doctor, and you?"

"I'm wonderful. You're my last appointment for the day. Let's go get that x-ray done shall we?" Sara nodded and gave him a smile. She waited patiently while her film developed half hoping that Grissom would come in and half hoping he wouldn't. She was angrier with him than she could ever remember being. She understood that work was important and it never bothered her before when he would work late. Only this time, she felt justified that she should have been more important than work. This wasn't a breakfast date that he was breaking, but a medical thing. She was debating whether or not to go back to the lab and see what was more important than taking her to a doctor's appointment when the doctor finally returned.

"Looks great. We can take this cast off and fit you with a walking one. Come and see me in two more weeks and we'll take one final look. You should be good to go by then. You are however still restricted to lab duty until the cast is completely off. I will keep your crutches; and now let me see you take a practice walk around the room." He sealed the last Velcro and helped her down from the table. Sara wobbled briefly but was able to successfully walk around the room without falling. The doctor gave her a disposable bootie to cover her foot and she walked out after making her next and hopefully final appointment. She called a cab to take her home. That day, she left blankets and a pillow on the couch underneath his pajamas.

Grissom returned home three hours after Sara and saw her hint to him lying patiently on the couch. He knew he messed up big time, and had no idea how to make it up to her. He dressed silently and made himself comfortable on the couch. By the time, he woke, she was gone. He saw a note next to the portable alarm clock on the coffee table.

I hope you are comfortable sleeping here. I have already gone to work.

He knew he was in a deep hole and until she forgave him, he would be enjoying the comforts of the couch. He had to find a way to make it up to her and fast because he felt miserable. He missed having her in his arms while they slept and the couch was not designed for long periods of sleep. At least she was courteous enough to not let him be late for work. It was either that or she didn't want people to question her about his whereabouts. If he'd had the day off, he wasn't so sure she would have been as kind.

He was still rubbing his sore neck when he came into the lab. He entered his office to see a note from Sara on his desk.

Lab duty for two more weeks, says doctor.

He wasn't surprised when he didn't see her in the break room. She was royally pissed and currently doing an excellent job of avoiding him.

"Hey Griss, where's Sara?"

"She's still on lab duty. My guess is that she went straight to work on some of your cases from yesterday. You'll see her later. On to assignments…"

Sara was trying hard to avoid him and it worked right up until the last hour of the shift. He caught her in the DNA lab with Wendy.

"Sara, I need you to run this pronto and find me as soon as the results are done." Sara said nothing, but took the sample and got to work. HAVE YOU EVEN NOTCED I DON'T HAVE MY CRUTCHES ANYMORE!!!! She thought angrily to his back.

She found him in his office an hour past shift. She dropped his results on his desk and tried to leave as quickly as possible.

"Sara, please close the door and have a seat." He still hadn't even looked up at her. He waited until she was seated before doing anything.

"I'm sorry. I should have set my things aside to take you to the doctor. I apologize." She said nothing. He was starting to get worried. Normally after he apologizes, she forgives him and life goes on. He risked a look at her face, and it told him she was still mad. She got up to leave. Just as her hand touched the knob he asked.

"Are you ever going to speak to me again?" She shrugged, walked out, and never looked back. He had to admire her, except for avoiding him; she was being the consummate professional and left their personal problems at home. He was the one to bring it to the lab.

He arrived home to the same sight as yesterday, only this time there was a note:

Gil,

When you apologize and truly mean it, then I will forgive you. I am very angry and it doesn't truly have anything to with you working late. Figure that out then come talk to me.

Sara

P.S. I do still love you. Don't ever doubt that.

Sleep did not come easily for him that day; or for the three days following that either. He spent all of his free time thinking about what could have possibly set her off so much that she wouldn't even look at him. He knew that he needed to resolve this issue when he started snapping at people for no apparent reason. It wasn't just at work either. However professional Sara was being; he was being almost the complete opposite. He decided to call on some help after the seventh day of sleeping on the couch.

"Willows."

"It's Gil."

"Why are you whispering?" She asked.

"I need to talk. Can you meet me at the park near the lab?"

"Sure. See you in ten minutes." She said and hung up. He left as silently as he could after leaving Sara a note.

"You look like hell. What's wrong?" Catherine asked, while watching him practically drag himself up the grass to the bench she was seated on.

"Haven't been sleeping well."

"Trouble in paradise?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes."

"What did you do?"

"She said that, no wait she hasn't said. She won't speak to me; won't even look at me. It's been a week since I've started sleeping on the couch." Grissom buried his head in his hands.

"What happened?" He fished out one of the notes she wrote and told her everything that happened from his perspective.

"Well I would be angry at you too. To tell you the truth, I know why she's angry, but I won't tell you how to fix it."

"Did she talk to you?" He asked angrily.

"No. She didn't; but it's clear as day why she's mad. Try talking to one of the guys, maybe they can and will help you. Sorry Gil, I'm not going to help you on this one." She gave him a reassuring pat on the back and went home. Grissom called Brass and made his way over to the detective's home to explain his problem.

"Sara, its Catherine, are you there? Pick up. I …"

"Catherine?"

"Oh good. Listen, Gil called and asked me to meet him in the park. He is lost. He told me what happened and I know why you're angry and I totally agree with you."

"Ok. Then what happened?"

"I told him I knew why you were so angry, but that I wouldn't help him. I left him sitting there. He is broken right now; I think you have made your point."

"I'm sorry he feels that way. If this was something I could just brush away then I would. I need to know where I stand in his life. What about if I get pregnant? What will be more important then? A hot case that can't take a one hour break, or going to hear the baby's heartbeat? What happens when I go into labor and a bug case comes in? Tell me Catherine, where should I draw the line?"

"Does he know this?"

"I thought he did. God, Cath, I love him with every fiber of my being and it's killing me to do this to him, but I have to stand my ground. I want so badly to cave and start talking to him again, but my pride is still winning the battle." Catherine heard Sara's voice change and knew that Sara was crying.

"Would you like me to point him in the right direction?"

"No, if you didn't help him then he probably called Brass. He needs to figure this one out on his own. He thinks that saying, 'I'm sorry' will work every time and it won't. Don't say anything to him; please."

"I won't, I promise. Have you even looked at him lately? Sleeping on the couch is starting to show. We've all noticed, but nobody is saying anything in order to respect your privacy."

"I appreciate that since it is a private battle. I will think about talking to him. I just don't want it all over work that the week after we publicize our relationship, we are already having a fight." Sara said.

"I agree with you on that one. Are you ok now or do you need some company?" Sara wiped the last of her tears away.

"I'm ok now. Thanks for listening Cath. I'll see you tonight."

"Alright. Good bye Sara." Both women hung up and Sara turned into Grissom's pillow to resume her daily crying ritual.

"You look like hell? Everything ok?"

"That seems to be the consensus today and no, everything is not ok." Grissom answered and sat down heavily on the couch. Brass poured a scotch for each of them and prompted Grissom to start talking. Grissom told Brass, everything he had told Catherine. By the time he finished, the alcohol had taken effect and Grissom was sobbing. He went into the kitchen and called Sara.

"It's Brass. Pick…hey Sara. You need to come over here and pick up your husband."

"Why?"

"He's drunk and sobbing on my couch. He told me everything. He doesn't know how to make it up to you, because he truly doesn't know what he did. I understand the problem, but he's not at that point right now to where he can listen to me."

"I see."

"Give him a break Sara; in the twenty five years that I have known him, this is his first relationship that has lasted longer than a month. He truly doesn't get it."

"Alright, I'll come and get him. I will be there in fifteen minutes. Keep him conscious for me." Sara hung up the phone and Brass filled a glass with water.

"Here, drink this." He helped Grissom hold the glass and bring it to his lips.

"What did I do? Is she going to leave me? Tell me, how do I fix this?" Brass tried to keep him calm.

"It's ok buddy, I called Sara and she's coming over to talk to you."

"She is? She is actually going to talk to me again?" Grissom said the words of a sober man, but he had the voice of an insecure child.

"Yes, she is. Just hang in there with me ok? Here drink some more water." Grissom did as he was told. He would do anything to have Sara talking to him again.

By the time Sara arrived, Brass had managed to calm Grissom down considerably.

"I'm glad you're here. He didn't want to believe me when I told him you were coming." He ushered her inside and she finally saw what her anger was doing to him. She felt her own tears building up again as she knelt down in front of him. He flinched when she touched his cheek.

"It's ok Gil. It's just me."

"Sara?" He looked up to see the brown eyes he had been missing since she got mad.

"Are you talking to me again?" He asked and she heard the little boy voice loud and clear.

"Yes, Gil. Let's get you home and after you sleep, we'll talk. Ok?" He nodded and allowed her to pull him up and off of the couch. Grissom held on to her hand tightly until he was forced to let go and climb in the car.

"Thanks Jim. We'll be back to get his car." Sara called to him. Brass nodded and shut the door.

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A/N: Do you think Sara's actions were justified? Do you think they will make up soon and if so, how will they do it?

Reviews are wanted and loved. Have a great day everyone! Kelly