Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!

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You are the Woman that I've Always Dreamed Of…

Chapter 6

"This has been quite a day," she sighed.

"Absolutely" he agreed, "One of the worst and then best days ever."

Grissom was sitting comfortably, with Sara leaning against him on his overstuffed leather sofa. Her right foot was in a big cast and was elevated by the arm of the couch.

They had been in the townhouse for less than 30 minutes when Greg rang the doorbell. Assessing their proximity to each other, Griss grabbed a pillow and put it under her head so she could stretch out. "Let's not start any rumors quite yet" he said to her.

"Just a second Greg," he yelled to the door. As he got halfway to the door, his phone rang. He stooped to pick it up as he approached the door.

"Grissom," he growled.

"Its Greg," said the voice at the other end of the line. "Man Griss, I can't even get into your parking lot!" he declared, just as Grissom opened his door. Flashbulbs went off in his eyes and he heard a roar of questions as he slammed the door shut. "Greg," he said, "Where are you?"

"I'm around the corner at the Starbucks," he replied. "I can't get into the parking lot because of all the press parked outside!"

Grissom was stunned. How had they found them so quickly? What was the fascination? "Ok Greg, here's what I need you to do!" he rattled off some quick directions to get Greg in through the back entrance of the complex and to the door in the basement. Greg said he'd be there in a few moments.

Grissom walked back over to the sofa, finding Sara had gotten herself comfortable and had fallen asleep. He laughed to himself. Finally, she's getting some rest. Rabbit holes and all, he knew she didn't sleep very much. Gently, he picked her up and moved her through into his bedroom. She looked tiny in his big king-sized bed. Like a small angel, he thought to himself.

His reverie was interrupted by a knock on the basement door.

He tucked her into the blankets, ensuring her foot was still propped up, and worked his way down to the basement to allow Greg in.

"Wow," Greg commented, that's quite a paparazzi you guys have there!"

"I'm calling Brass right now to get them off the property," Grissom replied. "I know they all want to talk to Sara, but right now, she needs to rest."

"Speaking of Sara," Greg began, "Where is she?"

"Bedroom," replied Grissom. "Second door on the right at the top of the stairs. But right now, she's finally asleep."

"Great news," Greg says, happy that Grissom appears to have everything under control. He thought to himself, I'm glad he's here for her. She deserves to be happy. Even if it's not with me, it's ok if its with Grissom.

"So what's the plan?" Greg asked.

Grissom informed Greg that he was on his way to his "friend's" place to make room for Sara to rest and recover for a few days before facing the press. Greg agreed that sounded good, and inquired where this friend's place was.

"I'm not telling anyone right now Greg."

"Hey," Greg complained, "She's my friend too!"

"I understand that Greg, and I would never come between the two of you and your friendship, but as you can see, the paparazzi can find almost anyone, anywhere, so just for now, I need this to be a secret."

Greg smiled, knowingly.

Oh boy, here it comes, thought Grissom.

"On one condition," Greg said boldly.

"What's that?" asked Grissom.

"You promise not to break her heart again." Greg was very serious.

Grissom tried his best to look puzzled, but failed, miserably.

"Greg, " he began, using that fatherly tone he so often used when correcting his team, "What ARE you talking about?"

"I know. I see it. I don't think anyone else does, but I do," Greg replied.

"Enlighten me, Mr. Sanders, on what it is that you see?" Grissom replied.

"Love," was Greg's only reply.

Grissom smiled. He couldn't blame Greg for being so clever. He was a smart, well-educated, and very good friend of Sara.

"Greg, I expect you to keep this to yourself," Grissom said. Well, only half admitting that Greg was right was a big step for him. "We have not discussed how to handle this with work and all, so I need you to keep your suspicions to yourself for now ok?"

Greg grinned from ear to ear.

"Do I take that as a yes?" Grissom asked.

"You got it!" said Greg, "But I get to be the best man ok?"

Grissom shook his head. "Greg, you are impossible!"

Greg, still grinning, "I know it, you know it and that's why you guys love me so much! Well that and the great hair!"

Greg plopped himself down on the couch and turned on the television to MTV. Grissom shook his head and said "I'll call you in about an hour. She needs to take her medicine in two hours, so don't fall asleep ok?"

"You got it bugman!" relied Greg as Grissom picked up his phone and began to dial Brass.

"Jim, you have to do something, the press is all over my front lawn and the neighbors are going to go crazy!"

Brass agreed that he would be able to get the press away from the townhouse. Grissom explained to Brass that Greg was watching over Sara while he went to secure a haven for her to recuperate. Brass agreed that was a great idea and asked what else he could do to help?

"Nothing right now Jim, but thanks for asking." Grissom replied. "I'm taking her to Jacob's house and we'll stay there for a week. Can you make some excuse to Ecklie?"

"Excellent idea! I will talk to the under sheriff and get it all cleared." Brass said. "Let me know when you get there and I'll put a UC at the door for a couple of days," he suggested.

Brass was the only friend who was privileged to know about Jacob's house. While it was technically now Grissom's house, they both still referred to it by the name of the previous owner.

"Sounds great, but please, get these people away from my home!" Grissom implored him.

"No problem Gil," he replied, "I'll call Greg and let him know when the coast is clear."

Grissom updated Greg on the situation and then headed out.

He knew he would need to make two brief stops, one for groceries and one for clean bedding and towels.

He picked up the phone and dialed Catherine's number.

"Willows" she answered.

"Hey Catherine, how's it going?" he asked.

"Gil, everything is fine, but how is Sara?" she asked "I tried to get to her room to see her but they told me she had been released already!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, but we had to make a quick break because the press was everywhere!" he apologized.

"I noticed!" she said, "They were even trying to get to Spencer."

"How did his surgery come out?" asked Grissom.

"He'll live," replied Catherine. "But we were not able to get much trace off of him. I think we have plenty of evidence without it though. They are keeping him for a few days, but he has a guard 24-7 so he won't be going anywhere near the press!"

"I agree," he said, sounding tired. "Cath, I need you to run the shift for a few days." She smiled to herself. She knew from her previous observations that he had been bitten, hard. "Sure Gil, anything for you and Sara," she replied.

"I'm going to take her somewhere that the press can't get to her for a while so she can recover."

So that's what you kids are calling it now, she thought to herself.

"OK Gil, just call me and let me know if you need anything," she hesitated, "What about Ecklie?"

"Brass is taking care of that. Suffice it to say, I have more than enough vacation time to make up for a few days off."

"A few months, you mean?" She chuckled. "What can I do to help you?"

"Can you go by Sara's and get her some clothes. Enough for a few days. Perhaps any toiletries she might need?"

"Sure I can. Is there still a spare key in your desk drawer?" she inquired.

"Yes, right beside yours," he replied. "Just take it to the office and I'll have Brass bring it by later on."

"Sure thing Gil, just take care of our girl." A pregnant pause later, she added "And don't hurt her any more."

"Thanks and keep in touch," he said as clicked off the phone.

He stopped in front of the grocery store, parked and went in to gather enough supplies for two for a few days. Not really knowing what she liked, he bought a bit of everything and some fresh cut roses to put in a vase near the bed.

Once he had that task completed, he stopped by a local department store and bought bed sheets, blankets, pillows and a soft faux-down comforter. He then added several towels and washcloths to the pile. As he checked out, he went through his mental checklist and decided that he had everything he needed.

He drove to the foothills of the city, and up the road to a private driveway. He entered the code at the gate and pulled up to a beautiful wood framed home. One story. Well-manicured lawn and beautiful trees around the lot made it look like it belonged in a fairy tale. He could see the back porch from the driveway and made a note to himself to clean out the Jacuzzi so Sara could use it once she felt better.

And she would not be alone in it if he had any say in the matter!

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