Rating: K+

A/N: A short response to the bestkeptprivate weekly prompt (375 words). Set post "Committed".

"Nothing we can do can change the past, but everything we do changes the future." -Ashleigh Brilliant

He didn't remember falling asleep in his home office, but the soft hand on his shoulder indicated otherwise.

"Come on, if you sleep like this you'll regret it in the morning."

Grissom shook his head slightly to clear it before reaching out to lift Sara's hand to his cheek. Her fingers were cool against his skin. He turned and pressed a kiss against her left palm, his lips catching slightly on the faint scar as he pulled away. Later he might blame his blatant sentimentality on being half asleep, but he couldn't help focusing briefly on the even paler imperfection marring her milky skin, as he hadn't been able to do years ago when she'd first been hurt.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to the woman he'd finally allowed into his life.

"Griss…you didn't cause the lab explosion." Her voice was soothing, but confused. She hadn't heard any indication that he'd been having a nightmare.

"No, but maybe if I'd said or done something before….even after I almost lost you I couldn't…" Grissom's voice trailed off.

"But you didn't lose me." Sara rounded the chair, stepping between Grissom and his desk. She cupped his face with both her hands and bent down to kiss him briefly, a light brushing of lips as she smoothed her thumbs over his cheek bones. When she leaned back he reached up, mirroring her actions. He stroked his fingers down her throat, one of his thumbs lingered, brushing a non-existent scar.

"Seems I had to be shown more than once how easily you could be taken from me. I'm sorry."

Sara sighed. "Griss, you can't keep….."

"I know; I know. I'm still half-asleep. I don't remember anything, but I was probably dreaming."

"Well, let's get you back to sleep someplace more comfortable. Maybe that'll help." Sara grasped both his hands and tugged Grissom to his feet.

He followed her into their bedroom conscious of how many scars she carried that he would never see, some from long before they'd ever met. He was eternally grateful that, in the end, life and Sara had given him enough time and chances to get his act together.