Note from author:
I am releasing this early since I am going to be out the rest of the day and most of the night. As I have said earlier, this is purely fiction, nothing more than enjoyment of GSR; the rating should be M+ as you will find out soon. Hang in there and enjoy the story. Congrats to kabcsi who came closest to guessing the identity of Sara's admirerer. Read and let me know what you think. Take care!
Chapter Six:
Watcher of the Lamb:
I'm a little lamb who's lost in a wood
I know I could always be good
To one who'll watch over me
Gershwin
She sipped on the glass of juice, refusing to take another pain pill, determined to stay awake until he arrived.
She lay on the couch listening to the CD he had left for her.
She sang along to "Someone to Watch Over Me" letting her eyes drift shut.
Her phone rang and she smiled seeing his name on the caller I.D.
"Hey," she purred.
"Sara…I asked Ecklie to loan us someone from swing for another week. I think it would be best if you remained off."
She sprang to her feet ignoring the pain that it caused. "I don't need…a week!" she protested loudly but winced at the sledge hammer that did a number on the inside of her head.
"If you're having trouble sleeping then…"
"I tell you I like sleeping with you and you decide to extend my medical leave?" she griped.
"Sara…I'm your boss…you're my…"
"Don't say it," she spat.
"Sara…" he stopped not sure what to say.
"So this was just a joke…send me emails…"
"Wait. What emails?" asked Grissom.
Sara swallowed. "Quotes from Yeats….sent to me…by someone with the initial "G"."
"Sara, I didn't send you any emails."
There was a long pause.
She didn't know why he was playing this game.
"Do you want me, Grissom?"
Another pause came.
"Sara…I know that seeing Nick shot and then being injured yourself…it rattled you. You're going to feel and think better after you've been off for a week."
She slumped down on the couch, the pain in her chest too painful to endure at the moment.
You should have known, Sara…
"Forget the offer, Grissom. Forget everything."
"Sara…"
She closed the phone, pulling up her legs as she rocked back and forth.
The pain was unbearable.
Why did he do this?
He's had second thoughts and now he wants to pretend it never happened.
Her phone rang but she refused to answer it.
She marched over to the stereo, grabbing the CD and slung it across the room.
The flowers were thrown in the trash.
She angrily swiped at a stray tear as she berated herself for falling for his cruel mind games.
He'd back paddled before but not like this.
She heard her cell once more and went to retrieve it but scoffed when it was Grissom once more.
Slamming the phone onto the coffee table, she cursed him over and over.
Her ribs hurt as well as her head.
She closed her eyes forcing herself to calm down.
Hours passed and yet she couldn't sleep, fearful of the dreams that might include a blue eyed person.
"I should have known," she bit out, cursing at how she allowed this man to turn her life upside down.
"It was pity…pity the poor girl…screw you, Grissom," she choked as a sob escaped her lips a few times as she forced herself to lie still, hoping she would nod off to sleep.
A hand stroked her hair and she jerked away, frightened by the touch.
She glared at him, smacking his hand away.
It was unnerving how he managed to get into the apartment without making a sound.
"Go away," she cried.
He glanced around the room. "You're usually asleep by now. What's wrong?"
"I'm not playing your games anymore, Grissom. I'm done!"
Her phone rang and she glanced down at the caller I.D.
It was Grissom.
Her eyes shot up to stare at the man standing before her.
"Someone is using your phone," she said in a hollow voice.
"Sara, listen to me," he began.
She scrambled to a sitting position despite the throbbing pain in her side.
"Who has your phone, Grissom?" she gritted.
"Don't answer it!" he warned.
She opened her phone.
Her eyes grew wide as a voice called out.
"Sara?"
It was definitely Grissom's voice on the other line.
Her eyes shot to stare at the man before him.
She swallowed, feeling the fear slip into her very core.
This is a dream, Sara…
Any minute you'll wake…
"Yes?" she managed to get out as she stared at the man before her.
"Sara…is everything alright? I've been calling and…I never sent any emails. I don't understand what you meant."
A myriad of emotions flashed in her eyes as she tried to comprehend what was going on.
Sara's eyes stared at the man who looked exactly like Grissom.
Before she could react the man closed the phone breaking the connection.
"Who are you?" she asked as she scrambled from the couch.
"Don't you recognize me, Sara?"
"You're not…Grissom."
She stared intently at the man. "You look like Grissom…but you're not him. That was him on the phone. He'll be over…he'll come," she warned.
He sighed.
His voice sounded like Grissom's and he looked exactly like him.
She backed away, trying not to have a panic attack as she tried to make sense of it.
A sob escaped her lips as she realized she had been sleeping with a stranger rather than Grissom.
"Honey, it's going to be alright. Come and sit down….I'll explain everything," he pleaded.
She shook her head violently.
She glanced at her cell cursing that she had never programmed her phone for speed dial.
"Sara, you know me," he said softly.
"No, I don't! You've pretended to be Grissom. You let me think…why do you look like…him?"
"Honey, search your heart. I've come whenever you needed me. When you were lonely…scared of the dreams…I was here to comfort you. I've never hurt you…have I?"
He hadn't although he had opportunity more than once to physically assault her.
He could have had sex with her and she would have thought that it was Grissom.
He had been the one to stop it from going any further.
She searched her memory for his exact words.
"I just want…"
"Not yet," he said softly. "I want you to trust me…completely."
"This isn't happening…this is a dream," she whispered.
"Sara, answer my question. Have I ever hurt you?"
She shook her head admitting what could not be disputed.
This "Grissom" had never hurt her.
He took a step toward her.
"Grissom has hurt you. He has done nothing but hurt you over the years. You've offered him your heart and he doesn't want it. Sara, I want it. I want you. I'm right here. I won't leave you alone."
"But…who are you?"
"Someone who has been watching over you. I only want to protect you…take care of you…love you."
But you're not Grissom…
She looked horror struck as she stared at the man before her.
She had almost given herself to him the other night, thinking that it was Grissom.
The thought made her sick to her stomach as she covered her mouth.
She stepped back while trying to catch her breath.
"Take a deep breath, Sara. This is not the way I wanted to tell you."
He tried to take another step but she quickly stepped back until she was against the wall.
She glanced toward the door, knowing that she would never make it without being caught.
She glanced at her phone not sure if she could dial for help before he stopped her.
Her only life line was whether Grissom had realized something was wrong.
She boldly took a stance, preparing to fight him off if she had to.
She could handle herself but the ribs and the head injury put her at a disadvantage.
He eased away. "I don't want to frighten you….look I'm stepping back. You don't have to feel threatened. Sara, I won't hurt you…search your heart honey. You know I won't hurt you."
A second ticked by.
"You laid in my arms the other night, offered yourself to me but I couldn't…wouldn't take you until you fully understood. With understanding comes trust. Does that sound like someone who wants to hurt you? Sara, I love you, honey. Take a deep breath…you're having a panic attack."
She realized the truth of his words.
Her chest beat wildly and she was having difficulty catching her breath.
She stared at the man before her.
I almost gave myself to you…
She struggled to breathe.
"Deep breaths," he cautioned.
His voice was calming even if it did belong to Grissom.
It was difficult to look at him and not think that he was actually Grissom.
"That's it honey, just long deep breaths. We can talk through this," he offered.
"You sent the emails," she accused.
"Yes."
"You used his initials…so I would think it was him."
"I used my initial…my name is Gracen."
"Are you related to him? A twin?"
"No."
"Sara, could we sit down?"
She shook her head as a tear slipped down her cheeks.
She had so much wanted it to be Grissom.
"Please…honey, don't cry," he pleaded.
He took a step toward her even though it clearly frightened her.
"Sara, I'm the same man that watches over you when you sleep. I'm the same man honey who held you when you cried…over him. I'm right here…don't look at me with your eyes but with your heart. Close your eyes and then step into my arms. I'm still the same, baby. You know the feel of my body just as I know the feel of yours. I've never been happier than when I held you. I've never hurt you."
"But I thought…you were him," she choked.
Her words hurt him and she tensed at the pain behind those dark blue eyes. As a child she feared making her father angry, afraid of his volatile behavior.
"I didn't want to frighten you so I used his appearance. I never intended to do that...but things changed...you needed me before I had a chance to explain everything. I knew you trusted him…that was my deception and I'm sorry but I needed to make you feel safe."
"Used his appearance? This is insane. This isn't happening!"
"Give me a chance," he emphasized again.
"A chance for what?" she cried.
"To explain…to see whether you have feelings for me…rather than him."
"I thought you were Grissom!"
"I never intended for you to really…see me…when I look like him. I wanted your feelings to be clear…not confused."
Her hand went to her temple.
"I know you're confused…just take it one step at a time."
"One step? Take several…get away from me!"
He grinned. "I've always loved your sense of humor in a crisis. Then again, I love everything about you," he whispered longingly. He took a deep breath. "I think I've loved you forever."
Slowly he stepped toward her but stopped. "You have to meet me half way. Come to me sweetheart." He opened his arms wide and waited.
"Are you crazy?" she spat.
"Crazy in need for you. You know I won't hurt you. You know I've done nothing but comfort you…soothe you…love you."
She felt the overwhelming need to flee, her fear reaching an all time high.
"Sara, all of your life you've wanted someone to love you, protect you…I'm here," he emphasized.
He could almost feel her fear.
He backed away, stepping over to the counter and opened a drawer.
Her breath came in ragged breaths as she watched him pull out her revolver.
"You keep it loaded. I'm going to take it out and set it next to you. Take it…if it will help ease your fear."
She couldn't believe what he was doing.
She could easily reach for the gun now before he could get to her.
He stepped back giving her full access to the gun as well as the door.
He opened his arms wide. "Come to me Sara. Let me hold you."
She felt her feet moving despite her brain screaming for her to grab the gun.
She stood directly in front of him, their bodies' mere inches from one another.
"Let me hold you, Sara. Just like…I've held you for weeks."
It was absolutely insane what he was asking her to do.
He was a stranger and yet she was lulled by his voice, and his appearance.
She closed her eyes but then opened them immediately.
He remained unmoving, his blue eyes pleading with her to trust him.
The thought of what she was about to do made her shiver with fear.
Trust was not something she handed out so easily.
There were too many hard lessons she'd learned over the years.
Her foot slid forward as her breathing increased.
She fell into his arms and he wrapped his arms around her.
Gently he kissed her on the forehead. "I know you're frightened but I promise you Sara, I would rather die than let anything or anyone hurt you. Never be afraid to come to me."
Her shoulders shook violently.
"It's going to be alright," he soothed. "You're safe. I know how hard that was for you to trust me. I promise I…." he stumbled and she caught him.
"Griss…Gracen?"
He smiled sadly. "I need to sit down."
She helped him to the couch.
"That's better," he grimaced.
"What's wrong…with you?"
"I was shot."
She tried to jerk away but his hand caught hers.
"I'll answer anything you want me to."
"How did it happen?"
"The warehouse."
Her eyes widened.
"That can't be. I didn't see…you. It was just me and Nick and…"
Fear enveloped her and he felt it. "You're the other assailant. Grissom thought there was an accomplice."
"You and Nick were in the warehouse and some man opened fired. The lumber fell pinning you and Nick so…"
"Grissom was not there…You were not there."
He took a deep breath. "I…looked like Nick…then. I had no choice."
She jerked away and he quickly released her. "Sara…your ribs!"
She cried out as she took several steps away from him.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stood once more.
"How stupid do you think I am? This is crazy! You can't change your physical appearance and…"
"Honey, I know it's a lot to take in but…I can prove it…just not right now. It took a lot out of me to change back…to him."
"I don't believe you!"
"Have you come up with any other explanation for how Nick managed to shield you while he was pinned under the lumber? I wasn't about to let that man hurt you any more than he already had. I tried to get there as fast as I could."
"How did you know…that I was in danger?"
"I've always been able to sense you."
"It's my head injury. I'm in a coma and…"
He laughed through the pain. "I love the way you wrinkle your nose….the way your lip curls…"
He didn't finish as he grimaced once more.
"Gracen….are you alright?"
"Sara, tell me you believe me."
She shook her head.
"At least tell me you're not frightened of me…I need you to fully trust me honey."
There was no reason for her to trust him but she did.
She closed her eyes, forcing herself not to look at him.
"Now, ask your heart that again. Do you trust me?"
"I don't understand," she whispered. "I've lost it. The lump on my head…or I've finally gone off the edge…like my mother."
"You are not your mother! She should have taken you out of that hell but she didn't! She almost let him…"
Sara gulped. "How do you know about my mother?"
He took a deep breath. "I've been watching you for a very long time Sara."
She shook her head in denial.
"Sara…you've always been strong…a survivor. You've been through so much. Honey, please understand that I don't want to frighten you."
"If you…if you care about me then leave."
He looked as though she had struck him.
His eyes filled with tears as he struggled to compose himself.
"If that is what you want," he whispered. "But understand this…I can't come back…once you've…banished me. Are you sure? Are so unwilling to try to understand?"
She stepped back as if to let him pass.
He walked past her as he headed toward the door.
"Griss…Gracen…don't go."
He stopped immediately, wrapping his arms around her despite her slight protest. "Sssh Sara. I know none of this makes sense."
He could feel her fear and confusion.
"Even if you sent me away honey, I would still watch over you. You've never been alone Sara."
He held her until her fear subsided.
His hand rubbed her back. "Are you alright?"
"I'm not sure. Am I in a deep coma or…am I going to die?"
"You have a slight concussion and some bruised ribs. I would move Heaven and earth if there was a chance that you were going to die. I couldn't bear to be alone…to be without you."
He kissed her on the forehead and was thankful she did not pull away.
His lips touched hers softly, hesitantly as if he were making sure she wanted to be kissed.
She couldn't pull away even if she wanted to, his kisses were too tantalizing.
She had no idea why she was letting a complete stranger hold her so intimately but she felt safe in his arms.
"Sara, you're safe with me," he assured her and she wondered if he could read her mind.
This is crazy!
I'm in a coma and none of this is real…
I've conjured up the perfect Grissom…
One that feels and cares and treats me as if he loves me…
He leaned forward and kissed her, longingly. He waited for her to relax in his arms and then deepened the kiss. It shook her to the very core. She struggled to maintain her composure but it was obvious she wanted a man she did not even know.
"Come…come lie down…with me," he whispered.
The fear returned immediately.
"I…I'm not sure. I need to understand…all of this."
"Just sleep with me, Sara…like we have been. I need to rest," he bit out.
He stood, extending his hand.
Don't do it…
This is not Grissom…
You want Grissom…
Her hand slipped into his.
"That's my Sara," he whispered lovingly.
He pulled back the bed covers.
When she made no move to lie down, he did extending his hand once more for her to take it.
She slid down beside him.
"Just sleep," he urged. "We'll sleep a few hours and then talk some more."
She looked into his eyes longingly.
He swallowed. "Close your eyes honey. See and feel me with your heart…soon I'll change…back to myself."
It sounded and felt like a dream, convinced she was having a reaction to the medication or she really was in fact in a deep coma.
"What do you…look like?" she asked.
"I'm not like him," he said mournfully. "My eyes are not blue and my hair is not…but Sara I do love you."
He closed his eyes, hiding his pain, fearful she would reject him as soon as he transformed.
Her trembling hand cupped his cheek, placing a kiss along his jaw line. She had always wanted to do that to Grissom.
Her fingers sifted through his beard while her lips tasted his once more.
"Sara…I'm not him," he choked.
"I know….but if this is a dream then I want it to be a sweet dream than…"
He pulled her head up and looked intently into her eyes.
"It is not a dream, Sara. I am real! I have dark eyes and black hair. Can't you see me…rather than him? Can't you see how much I love you? Can't you see that I've loved you ever since I found you?"
"Found me?"
"I need to rest," he urged.
Her fingers toyed with his shirt but his hand grabbed hers, placing it over his heart.
"My heart is yours," he whispered.
"My heart is battered and bruised," she replied.
"By him," he emphasized, "but I'll mend it. I'll never let anyone…not even Grissom hurt you again."
He took a deep breath.
"Gr….Gracen, where are you hurt?"
"My…my heart."
She looked confused.
"You said you were hurt in the warehouse…when you resembled Nick. You covered me…shielded me."
She quickly tried to unbutton his shirt but he stopped her.
"It's healing."
"Let me see!"
She pulled back his shirt and gasped at the wound. The bandage was bloodied.
"Gracen, you're bleeding!"
"It's stopped. If I lie here quietly, I can heal."
"You said your heart…you were shot near your heart?"
"It injured my heart but Sara, I am going to heal."
"You need medical care!"
"I can't risk it. I'm not like…you. I can't be exposed. It is forbidden."
"I don't understand. You could die of infection. You could…"
He kissed the palm of her hand. "I can withstand more than you….I will recover. I've had worse."
She looked petrified and he softly chuckled. "My Sara, she can't decide to shoot me or…rescue me."
"I don't…wish you dead."
"By asking me to leave…you almost did."
"Gracen…"
"My heart chose you years ago. To send me away would…kill me."
Now, that she could understand.
Her heart had chosen Grissom the first time she met him and his rejections were a slow death.
"I intend to have you," he announced.
She looked shocked, pulling back so that she could stare at him. "Have me?" she asked nervously.
He smiled. "I see I've managed to frighten you again. I've loved you for a very long time Sara. I want to…marry you…have you as a partner… a mate," he explained.
She felt as though she would surely hyperventilate.
"Deep breaths," he soothed. "You're going to hyperventilate."
"Marry?" she gasped.
He chuckled as he tried to get her to calm down.
"When we're both better and you've gotten to know me better, I intend to properly ask you. I want to marry you, Sara Sidle. I'm glad I chose you as my mate."
"I…we…this…"
She rose out of the bed and he could not stop her this time. "Chose me? When? How?" she questioned in a loud voice.
He sighed. "When you were…seventeen…I chose you….but I didn't join myself…to you until a few years ago…after…Grissom rejected you."
"Joined yourself…to me?" she asked in almost hysterics.
"When my kind…chooses a wife…a mate, we…bind ourselves. I…sort of did it…without your consent…or knowledge."
"What?" she shrieked.
"Calm down…deep breaths. Better?" he asked. "We can choose a partner…but once we have then we're bound…we can't change our minds. It's a lifetime decision."
"What?"
"Sara…I chose you…if you decide you don't want me…love me…then…I don't regret my decision."
"You mean…I could marry someone else…but you couldn't?"
He nodded.
"Why?"
"We mate for life…we are not like humans."
"But…"
"I could never mate again…not that I would want anyone else. I would continue to watch over you….protect you but I could never have you. I've waited…letting you choose but I couldn't bear your sadness anymore. I bonded myself with you so that I could sense when you needed me. Sara I don't want you as a mate unless you are absolutely sure. I only want what is best for you. I want you to be happy…not sad anymore. You've been sad for too long."
He could clearly see the doubt and confusion in her eyes.
"We have a lot to talk about but not now…sleep."
How could she sleep after a revelation like that?
This "being" had just divulged he was in love with her…so in love with her he would never have any other mate for the rest of his life.
He stroked her hair like he'd done every night for the past several weeks.
She closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of her body next to his.
I'll wake up and this will have been a dream…
I'm sure of it…
Hours passed and she finally woke.
She was surprised that he was still there by her side, sleeping soundly.
She examined his features, taking note of every inch of him.
His eyes flickered open and he smiled.
"Are you disappointed that it's not a dream?"
"That depends," she said.
"Depends on what?" he asked.
"Depends on…your explanation…for all of this."
He grinned.
It was Grissom's grin and she swallowed.
It never ceased to amaze her how much Grissom affected her.
She tapped down her emotions and said softly. "How do you feel?"
"I'm better. And you?"
"Confused."
"You're hungry also," he stated.
"How do you know that?"
"Your stomach growled."
She arched her eyebrow and he chuckled. "Thank you for allowing me to wake up next to you. I never liked having to leave you."
"Why did you?"
"Because I…sometimes I would shift back into myself when I was sure it was safe. I left so you wouldn't wake to find a stranger in your bed."
"You are…a stranger."
"Only because you haven't…known me the way I know you."
"So tell me…everything."
"After breakfast."
She prepared bagels and placed it before him.
He smiled, taking one.
"So…you eat."
"You think I didn't? I'm just like you…but different in other ways."
"Let's start with the differences," she began.
"I can change my appearance," he said quietly. "I don't like to do it but I can. My blood is different, thicker. My genetic makeup is different. I…" he stopped placing the bagel down.
He looked at her. "I am just like him. My anatomy is the same, I need sustenance, food and water, rest and…the only difference between us is that I can change my appearance and I age differently."
"How so?" she said between bites.
"Once I reach adulthood, the aging process stops."
"Stops?"
"We never grow old?"
Her bagel stopped in midair.
"How old are you?"
"Over a hundred."
"Get out!"
He looked shocked.
"No, I don't mean for you to physically leave but…how can you really be…wait you look like him now…when you change…how old will you look?"
He smiled. "I look as young as you. We never grow old, Sara…not like that."
"Are you…I cannot believe I am saying this. Are you an alien?"
He chuckled. "No…nor have I ever seen an alien."
"Then…how did you get this way?"
He took a deep breath. "We are watchers."
"What are watchers?"
"When Satan tried to overtake Heaven, some of the other angels sided with him. They were cast down to earth until Judgment."
He waited to let this sink in. "Some of the angels did not take sides. They did not fight against Satan nor did they help the Holy One. Our Creator sent us here with the others, stripping us of most of our powers, given no instructions as to what our role should be here on earth. We were condemned to live among you until Judgment. For awhile we lived in seclusion but we were drawn to you humans. It had been our job to watch over you, to do God's work but He turned away from us when we did nothing to stop Satan's attempt to take over Heaven. You have no idea how hard it was for the angels to live among you and not be told what to do…so we became watchers, wanting and needing to help."
She furrowed her brow. "Didn't the angels once ask God to come to earth…and be watchers?"
"Yes, but they failed, giving in to immorality, taking human females for wives. Their offspring were giants so our Creator sent the great flood to wipe out the abomination as well as the sinful humans."
He took a deep breath. "Angels do not…procreate. We do not take mates. We were meant to serve humans…only."
"But you said…"
"Our situation was different. He transformed us into human form…with the same tendency toward sin…even though we struggled to overcome it. We had special powers…the ability to change our appearance as well as…no aging. It seemed the more we were among humans the more we wanted to be with humans…live as you….love as you. Several centuries ago, some of us took humans…as mates. When no punishment befell us we…continued until the sect decided…"
"Sect?"
"Even we have a hierarchy of leadership. For awhile I was over the sect. I declared that it was wrong for us to mate with humans…that we were only further condemning us in God's eyes so mating with humans was banned."
Sara sat deafly still.
"It was that way for over a thousand years."
"Wait, you said you were only over a hundred years old."
"A hundred sounded better than...Are you going to hyperventilate?"
Her mouth fell open but then closed.
He waited for her to process what she had been told.
"Why did you change the rule?"
"I found you. I chose to become your watcher…then your mate."
He raked his hand through his hair much the way Grissom does and her stomach knotted.
"One look at you…all wet and hiding in that crawl space while your drunken father yelled obscenities at you and…"
She gasped.
"I've known you for such a long time, Sara. I've watched you grow into a beautiful woman…a woman who loved despite not being loved as a child. I wanted only the best for you. I thought that I could keep in the shadows while you fell in love and gave yourself to someone…but I couldn't. I fought myself for so long telling myself I shouldn't…couldn't have you but my love was stronger than my fear."
"Fear?"
"In order to have you I had to give up everything I had worked for. I withdrew from the sect…and then sought a way to finally let you see me…even though I've always seen you. I wanted to win your love…take you as a mate."
He took her hand caressing her palm.
"I don't believe in…God or Heaven or…"
"You should. While I may be condemned at judgment, your soul can still be saved. I want to protect you for all time."
"This is too absurd."
"You are a smart woman. I trust you will come to the right conclusion."
"This mating… you mean marriage?" she questioned.
He swallowed. "Mating is holier than marriage. You humans have depleted marriage into a piece of paper with no meaning or sustenance behind it. When we…mate…or as you humans call it "marry" we are joined physically and spiritually."
"How?"
He sighed. "Part of you already flows through me."
"I don't understand," she admitted.
"Your Dr. Grissom…took a pint of your blood for his experiments so I took it from him."
"What did you do with it?"
"Merged with you. For your scientific terms, our DNA was merged."
"The scientific part of me is saying that is impossible."
"How do you explain my ability to transform myself to look like someone else…Grissom? The unknown blood source taken from the crime scene…is mine. They can't explain it…it's different than humans or animals."
"Point taken," she breathed.
He grinned as he took a bite of bagel.
"Wait. How did you merge our DNA?"
"Finish eating and I will tell you."
She took a bite and then stopped. "You ingested my blood?"
He smiled as he held up her palm. "For a mating between angels the male would slice the palm of his betrothed, binding their hands together and then they would mate."
"Mated…like in sex?"
"Love, Sara."
"Oh."
"Since you are human the sanctification has been modified…thus the need to share blood prior to mating."
"What if I decide that I don't want to be mated to you?"
He looked down. "Then I would continue to watch over you…let you choose someone else, have children with them and then watch you die."
"You would take another mate then," she added.
He shook his head.
"Why not?"
He started to answer that when there was a knock on the door.
The knocking turned to banging within a few strokes.
A voice called out.
"It's Grissom," she whispered.
"Sara…he won't understand any of this. He can't…see me."
She started toward the door but he pulled her to him, placing a desperate kiss on her lips.
"I should go. It will be easier for you if I go." Gracen slowly got off the couch.
He stood not wishing to look weak but he had not fully recovered from the wound.
He knew he needed to rest in order for his body to fully heal.
They heard the sound of a key being inserted and the door thrust open.
Grissom froze when he saw his own self standing near Sara.
Note from author:
Bet you never thought of that twist...you have no idea what is going to happen next...if I could change he rating to M+ I would.
Take care.