I slowly slid my eyes open to find Grissom's coat around my shoulders and he was fixing some food.
"Grissom?" I asked as I sat up clenching my side.
"Hey," he smiled. "How're you feeling?"
"Like crap," I laughed and then coughed up more blood.
"Oh, Sara…you're in worse shape than I thought," he said walking over to me.
"No, I'm okay…the scene's probably ruined now…that storm was really bad, must've washed away any evidence that was there," I said getting to my good leg and then falling over into his arms.
"Sara…" he sighed pulling me closer to him. "Don't think about work right now, honey. I think you may have some internal bleeding," he told me as he ran his hand through my hair.
I felt arm and relaxed as he held me in his arms and I forgot what we had been talking about for a minute.
"Shh…" he said and silenced me again. I was expecting his finger against my lips but instead pressed his against mine and kissed me quickly before rubbing my cheek.
"Did that take your mind off of work for a minute?"
I laughed a little before coughing again. He looked at me with worried eyes.
"I'm okay…at least I'm not with psycho-man anymore…"
"What?" I had forgotten that I never mentioned psycho-man to Grissom.
"Oh…I fell unconscious during the storm and woke up in this guy's arms…I found at that he murdered his family and hid their bodies in freezers at his house…and he's the guy we're looking for in our 419."
He raised a brow. "God…are you okay?" he asked looking me over. I smiled.
"Yes, I'm okay. He just talked about what he would do to me, he didn't actually do anything," I told him. He looked at my throat and at the marks that resembled fingers.
"Sara…" he said rubbing my neck.
"I'm okay, it's not that bad," I told him grabbing his hand. He sighed.
"I'm going to get that bastard. Not only for murdering his family or that innocent man but for laying his filthy hands on you," he said, his blue eyes now filled with anger and determination.
I laughed, but not enough to where I would cough up a lung again. "I didn't ever think you'd say something like that to me."
"Really?" he asked, a bit surprised.
"Yeah, I mean you ignored me a lot after that Debbie Marlin case and I always thought you and Teri Miller had a thing…and then I thought you liked Sofia on the day shift…"
He was silent, he just left me continue.
"And…you refused my dinner invitations…"
"None of them are like Sara Sidle."
"Why would you pick me anyways? All I have is my work, I don't open up to anyone, I have no social life, I—"
I stopped when he pressed his lips against mine again and pulled me closer.
"None of that matters," he whispered in my ear. I smiled as I settled myself in a comfortable position and held up a piece of food to my mouth.
"Is that fish?" I asked inspecting it and taking a whiff.
"Yes…sorry I couldn't find anything else, sweetie," he said smiling.
I smiled. "Well…I am hungry," I said sighing. "Okay, I'll eat."
He ripped a piece of it off and fed it to me like a baby.
Afterwards, he picked me up in his arms and sat down under a tree, wrapping his arms around me and leaning his head against mine.
"This would be so much nicer if we were in a house and I didn't have internal bleeding," I whispered before coughing again.
"I know," he said. "But you'll be okay, I promise," he told me and moved his mouth closer to my ear. "And then we'll go have a nice dinner. I'm buying," he said a kissed me tenderly on the cheek.
I smiled and cuddled in his arms and we both fell into a light sleep.
What was that?
It's coming closer…
Grissom? Is that you?
No…his arms are still wrapped around me…
Then who is that?
"Hello?" I said looking out in front of me.
I felt hands around my neck. I recognized those hands- the skin was dry and cold…it was psycho-man. I tried to scream, but he was strangling me.
Grissom! Grissom, wake up!
He wasn't budging- he must've been really tired.
"Gah- I- Help-I-GAH!"
I coughed as he continued strangling me. I squeezed Grissom's hand and budged him. His eyes popped open.
I had never seen Grissom so angry. He slugged that guy across the face and he backed up, still registering what had just happened. Grissom slowly set me down on the ground and tackled the man when he tried to run.
"Grissom…" I said looking at him in shock.
The man scratched at Grissom and pulled his hair. Grissom punched him upside the head and he stopped moving. He was just unconscious.
"Are you okay, Sara?" he asked looking at me with concern.
"I'm okay, my throat just kind of hurts…" I said rubbing my neck. He picked me up in his arms and we walked off.
"Was that the guy you were talking about before?" he asked me as he walked with me securely in his arms. I nodded.
"Let's get the hell out of here and then go to dinner," he whispered planting a kiss on the back of my neck.
I smiled. "What about psycho-man?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
"We'll take care of him soon…he'll be out for a while and I see lights a little ways up," he told me.
I nodded and savored the moments that I was in his arms. The warmth that was radiating between us felt wonderful.
"Are you going to put me down so I can go to the hospital?" I whispered. It was the only thing I could do without my throat burning.
"I would rather not…" he said with a smile and planted another kiss on my lips.
I smiled. "Down boy, we'll be back home soon," I whispered as we came across police cars and ambulances parked around with officers and EMTs standing around.
"Take care of her, she's in bad shape," Grissom said walking over to the ambulance and set me on a stretcher in the ambulance.
"Grissom…your face," I said rubbing a bleeding scratch on his face.
"I'm fine," he said rubbing my cheek.
I motioned to him to come closer and I kissed his cheek where the scratch was. His cheeks turned a deep rosy shade of red. I laughed before coughing again and they closed the doors to the ambulance and drove off.
Two Months Later
A knock came at my apartment door and I put the magazine I was going through down on my couch cushion. My rib had healed and the internal bleeding was taken care of. My leg had also healed all the way and so I could walk without crutches.
I looked through the peephole and smiled. I opened the door.
"Hey." Grissom was standing outside my door.
"Dinner?" he asked smiling.
"Oh yes, of course! I'm sorry, I forgot!" I said putting a hand to my head and sighed.
"It's okay," he told me. "You can still make up for it," he said with a grin.
I smiled. "I'm not dressed up."
"That's okay, you still look great. You could come in a tank top and sweatpants for all I care," he smiled as he pulled me into a kiss. I ran my hand through his hair and pulled away from the kiss.
"Let's wait until after dinner," I smiled as I closed my apartment door and walked off with him planting kisses on my neck.
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