Sessions

They picked up their sodas and a few other things and headed back to Grissom's Townhouse. Sara couldn't help the feeling of impending doom...well okay maybe doom was a little melodramatic, but she felt a large clock ticking down the hours until Grissom's session in the morning. She wasn't certain if she could handle Grissom seeing her complete meltdown. He pulled the truck up in his spot and got out. He popped the trunk and grabbed both the picnic basket and the basket. Opening Sara’s door and she stepped out and accompanied him to the house. She went into his bathroom to use it.

Grissom put the basket on the counter and placed the desserts and the sodas in the fridge and put the chips on the counter. He walked over and placed the movie on top of the DVD player and waited for Sara.

“You didn't start without me? I'm amazed," Sara managed to lightly tease him when she came out.

"I didn't want you to miss any. Did you want a soda? They’re in the fridge." He turned to face her.

"I'm still up. I'll get it. You can start it." She turned to the fridge. “Did you want one?"

“Sure." He wanted her to stay but he didn't want to come right out and ask her, this was their last session before his appointment, he was torn. Gil, get a hold of yourself. You have to realize that this is for your own good. Follow your brain not your heart.

Sara gave him his root beer, feeling the hairs on her arms stand up as her fingers brushed against his.

“Thanks." He said taking the soda and cracking it open. "Are you interested in blowflies?"

"To be honest, I never gave it a lot of thought until you introduced me to them."

"Oh." Why would she be interested in blowflies or any bug for that matter? Find a neutral topic. Work. That should be good. "So have you got any closer on that Connor's case?"

"Not really, no."

"Oh." He looked at the floor hoping it would give him some insight into what to say. "You know, if you don't want to do this I will understand. I can take you home."

"Do what, Griss?"

"This...you know this whole session thing that we started. If you don't want to finish it...I'll understand.”

"That's what I'm afraid of. That we'll finish and I'll never set eyes on you again." There. Said it.

"Sara...” He didn't know what to say to her. "That is not what I intended."

"It doesn't matter anyway," Sara said with a sigh. "Let's just watch the documentary."

"Is this what has been bothering you all day?" He placed his hands on either side of her face.

"Griss.Please," Sara whispered as tears fell down her face. "Let’s just watch the movie."

"I suddenly don't have an interest in blow flies." He turned the movie off. "C'mon Sara, please talk to me." He was pleading.

"I...don't want this to be just therapy, Grissom."

He pressed his forehead against hers. "Me either." He lightly brushed her lips. "I never stopped loving you."
Sara momentarily closed her eyes. "C'mon." He said grabbing her hand. "Follow me." He led her to the bedroom.

"What about the blowflies?"

"They will still be there tomorrow. I'm afraid you wont be."

"Grissom...." Sara didn't know what to say. She caressed his face. "Through thick and thin, I've always been there."

"As a friend..."he paused, "But this is different, it will be different. Are you going to be able to handle this?"

"I'm afraid you will get scared of my sickness and run." His heart hurt, he was near tears.

Sara put her arms around him. "I could never leave you."

"Will you come to my therapy session with me tomorrow? I want you to meet my therapist. I think it may help any relationship we may try to pursue. Will you?"

"Of course I will."

"Thank You. Have I told you recently how much I love you?" He kissed her gently. Sara buried her face in his chest for a moment as she tried to control the sudden rip tide of emotions that were drowning her. “What now?" He asked like a scared child.

"Do you want me to stay?" Sara asked softly

"I don't want you to leave. That’s for sure."

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" Sara slightly rephrased the question.

"Yes.” And every other night. Uncertain to how the truth would hit her he decided to keep it to himself.

She gently kissed his lips. "Okay."

Sara took Grissom's hand and lead him back to the couch. "Let's relax for a little while."

“Wanna watch some blowflies?" He asked quickly.

"Sure."

"How about dessert? Did you forget about that?"

Sara looked momentarily sheepish. "You had cheesecake, right?"

"Yup, chocolate. What did you get?"

"Straight chocolate."

"Is that your weakness, Sara?"

That's a bit of a loaded question, isn't it? She gave him a small smile. "One of 'em."

"What are the others?" His grin was somewhat devilish. He was tracing circles on her exposed belly.

Sara giggled and lightly slapped his hand away. "Hey, do you want your cheesecake or not?"

"Yes, and maybe a soda too."

Sara grinned at Grissom again as her heart jack hammered in her ears. There was silence in the room except for the beating of their two hearts. Finally Sara leaned over to kiss Grissom's eyebrow and stood up to get the cake. He was on her heels and threw himself on the couch and placed his feet up on the coffee table. He had the remote in his hand. "Where were we?"

You were about to stick the documentary in," Sara told him as she sat cross-legged on the couch beside him.

"It’s still on pause from earlier. I guess we can watch it from there." He smiled at her.

Sara didn't answer. She was watching him with tears in her eyes. She was smiling in affection at him. Her Grissom. He reached over and grabbed her hand. She briefly touched his face with her free hand before turning back to the TV to pay attention to what was going on the screen.

"You might have to explain this to me," she told Grissom.

"No problem,” He kissed her hand lightly. "I am an expert." He raised his brow as he looked at her. Sara laughed softly. "If you have questions, we can pause it and I explain it to you." He released her hand and wrapped his arm around her drawing her close to him.

"So...is this the first stage they're showing here?"

"Yes. The regression is really quite simple." He entwined his fingers with hers near her chest. "That is the egg stage, it then goes to the larva, to the pupa and then to the fly stage."

Sara lightly kissed his fingers before putting them back down again. "And...What’s that?"

She knew. She just wanted to hear Grissom's voice explaining it to her. She always loved the picture of Grissom in his element.

“That is basically the baby stage to the adult stage of the Phormia regina Meigen."

From Grissom's tone, he was already catching onto what she was doing. "Keep talking, b....Griss. Tell me more." Sara snuggled into Grissom's chest.

"Well the eggs hatch into maggots." He sniffed her hair; it smelled of apples and berries. " "The maggots, turn to a pupa after fourteen days become flies."

Sara sighed in contentment, being able to smell the muskiness of Grissom's skin and hear his slightly gravel voice. The voice that could make her turn to goo.

"After they become flies, they have one day to mate and reproduce before they die." He brushed the back of his hand along her cheek.

Sara smiled a little when she felt his hand on her face. “That’s not a very long time.”

"No. Anything else you would like to know about blowflies, Sara?" He whispered in her ear while sucking on her ear lobe.

"Why it's called a blowfly...I've always wondered about that."

"Because they like flyblown flesh, they are carnivores."

"You really do know a lot," Sara said softy.

"It is part of the job."

The documentary ended. Sara stretched and reached for the remote. "Can I see what's on TV?"

"Sure, want another soda?" He said getting up.

"Okay."

"I'll get it on the way back form the bathroom." He left and returned quickly. "Want the potato chips too?" He asked picking up the bag.

“If you don't mind. I ... I like to snack when I'm watching TV.'

"Good, so do I." He placed the big bowl in her lap and emptied the chips. He discarded the bag onto the coffee table. "Find anything good on there?"

"I found 'Strangers on a Train.'"

"Ooh, one of my favourites. Do you mind if we watch it?"
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"Why it's on that channel, bab....Griss." Sara took another sip of root beer, swallowing the endearment.

She almost did it again. She was gonna call me baby. "My session is at ten in the morning, is that going to be a problem?" He took a swallow of soda. "I'll set the alarm for eight, will that be good?"

He wants me to stay with him? "I...yeah, that's fine."

"Ok, we'll watch this and go back to bed, I should be somewhat rested for my session tomorrow." He popped some chips in his mouth and began chewing.

Sara's eyes were already beginning to close just as she was about to venture the suggestion of her sleeping in the guestroom. Grissom looked down. There were soft breaths coming from Sara. She was asleep. He put the chips on the coffee table and carried her into the bedroom and crawled in beside her. He snuggled in behind her and drew her into his chest. He loved the way she felt in his arms; he could feel her all day.

Sara moved in his arms a little. Her eyes opened. "Ssh." He whispered. "Go back to sleep, Honey."

"Just need to brush my teeth," she said a little groggily. "Got chip crumbs stuck in them."

"Oh, all right." He reached out for her hand. "Hurry back." He smiled at her.

Sara went into the bathroom...part of her wanted to change her mind. Part of her felt guilty for wanting to stay with him. Maybe they should sleep apart tonight and she would just meet him at his therapist's. She took a deep breath and walked out. "Actually, Griss, I think I'll head home. I'll see you tomorrow though, okay?"