For a moment, Sara panicked. She had woken up, and was wondering what Grissom was doing in the bed beside her. Then the memories of the past two days flooded back to her. The last thing she remembered was waking up to get a glass of water. She had walked into the living room, and Grissom was okay. He volunteered to get the water and keep her company. Panic over.

She looked at Grissom lying there, facing her. His head was resting on his right arm, and his left arm was draped over Sara's side of the bed. He looked angelic in the throes of sleep.

Grissom's eyes fluttered open, and he saw Sara gazing at him. His eyes closed and his mouth opened. "How did you sleep?"

"Much better with you there," Sara answered. "How about you?"

"That was the best sleep I've had in years. Seems holding someone close really is good to induce a sleep state." For some reason or other, he felt like flirting, despite the grave situation that had preceded this turn of events.

"Security, I guess," Sara agreed. Grissom did have a point. Knowing someone was there in the same bed did wonders for sending one off to sleep. Couples who had been married for a long time might say that was purely because their partner was so boring, and there was nothing to do, but they were either lying or too jaded.

"How do you feel today?" Grissom's question wasn't in the 'I-told-you-so vein,' he was genuinely concerned.

"There's still some gastrointestinal pain, and I'm a little tired, but considering the fact that I should by all rights be dead, I feel in pretty good shape." Sara laughed, somewhat self-consciously, and Grissom didn't know what to say.

"I'd say you're in pretty good shape, too," he tried.

Sara lowered her head. "Well, I have you to thank for that. You didn't have to do what you did, you know," she told him.

Grissom chuckled humourlessly. "Are you saying that you didn't want me to do what I did?" He looked at his hands. "I guess part of me knew that it was my fault. I'm pretty responsible for what happened."

"So you did it to appease your guilt?" Sara's tone was bitterly unsurprised. "Please tell me you didn't save me because you felt guilty, or sorry or whatever."

Grissom looked back up into Sara's eyes. "I didn't. I did it because I love you. And if I'd have said those words sooner, maybe we wouldn't be here now."

Sara was lost for words. "Well, in that case, you better not tell me you love me just keep me in this plane of existence."

Grissom let a small laugh pass by his lips. "If I told you I loved you, would it mean that you might be less inclined to try that trick again? You know that I wouldn't say it purely to keep you here. You, of all people, should realise that I don't say things I don't mean."

Sara nodded. "Does that mean that you've been interested in beauty since you me?" Grissom gesticulated his affirmation, and Sara continued. "Does that mean that the lab needs me?" Grissom picked up Sara's hand. "Not just the lab," he whispered. "Me. And I meant what I said about having you, I hope. Do I have you?"

Sara smiled. "Yes. All of me. What's mine is yours; it's always been like that. You've just never opened your eyes to see that." She stroked his hand with her thumb.

"Oh, I had my eyes open, alright," Grissom contradicted her. "I just never knew where to look. But we're here now, so I guess I did finally turn my head in the right direction."

Sara closed her eyes and tried to get out of bed, but that was quite hard, seeing as Grissom had hold of her hand. "We don't have to go anywhere today. We can just spend a little longer in bed, if you like."

Sara frowned. "If I sleep in any longer, I'll feel sick."

"Sleeping wasn't what I had in mind." Grissom caught the frown, and interpreted it incorrectly. "But you probably don't want to do that." He let go of her hand.

Sara reached for him. "No. I'd love to. I just wanted to be sure that you're ready for that. I don't want us to get close, and then when I wake up, I find out you've left without so much as a goodbye."

"God, no, Sara. I wouldn't. I can promise you that. I'd never reject you after that. That would be wrong. Look," Grissom sighed, and ran a hand over his face. All at once he looked both very young and very old. "I love you Sara. After what has just happened, I realise how close I came to losing you, and that wasn't a nice feeling. After I saw what life could be like without you, I felt like not carrying on. So I have no intention of letting you go."

Sara moved closer to Grissom. "Good. Because I have no intention of going anywhere." She kissed his cheek. "So, what do you want to do now?"

Grissom returned the kiss, but accidentally on purpose misjudged the distance, and his lips fell on her mouth. "Actually, to keep in a serious frame of mind, I was speaking to the doctor. In cases like this, whether it's a suicide attempt or a cry for help, counselling is recommended."

Sara pulled away from his lips. "I'll be honest with you. It was a suicide attempt, but that was before I realised that I did have something to live for. Now, I have no need for that sort of last resort. I just wanna put it behind me, and I'd appreciate it if you did, too."

"Well, I can respect your wishes," Grissom replied. "But I can't help but worry."

"If I were you, I wouldn't. I'm fine, I promise. But from now on, I should imagine that you'd be more able to see if there's a problem." She couldn't help but take a slight dig.

"Look, I know that I wasn't the most attentive boss or friend, but that's changed." His eyes darkened. "Okay?"

Sara nodded. "Man, I'm feeling hungry. So I guess I've got a chore for the new Grissom."



"I feel my duty as the new Grissom would be to warn you of how that might affect your stomach. The doctor said you should be weaned on to solid foods after three days."

Sara grinned. "Just get me some syrup then. No? How about a herbal tea?"

"That's better."

"So am I. Thank you. For everything you've done. It means a lot to me."

Grissom smiled. "That's what 'New Grissom' is here for, honey." That word again. But this time it had a new meaning, just as had both Grissom and Sara. Everything would be new, and they only hoped that they would be able to cope with it. But first they would have to cope with what their night-shift colleagues would say.