Sessions

It was only about an hour later and Sara slowly opened her eyes. Grissom was shivering and sobbing in the sleeping bag. Sara sat beside him, stroking his hair. “It's okay.”

“I lost her. She needed saving and I couldn't save her.”

“Grissom...it's me.” She knew she had to play along with him until he snapped out of this, the delirium and the nightmares...the nightmares were a whole different issue. That must have been so awful for him. It is all your fault Sara, you were inconsiderate.

“NO. Sara's gone. I lost her. This… You… are only my imagination playing tricks on me.”

Sara touched his face. “It's me.”

“Can’t be.” he sobbed.

“It is.”

“Sara?”

“Hey.” She smiled at him, caressing his face.

“It was so awful.”

Sara kissed away his tears. “You're safe now.”

“I love you.” He murmured.

Sara lay down on top of the sleeping bag. “It's okay.”

“Cuddle with me…please, I need you feel you close to me.” He pleaded for her to join him.

“Sara undid the bag fully and climbed in. She threw on an extra blanket on top. Before she leaned against Grissom, she felt his face. He was getting warmer.

“Thank you.” he whispered.

She kissed his chest. “I've got you. Go back to sleep.”

“But...”

“But what?”

“I don't want it to come back.”

“I'll hold you.”

“Promise.”

“Griss, I Promise.”

A couple of hours later, Sara again had to help Grissom. He again woke up from a nightmare. Again, she had to convince him that she was real... Only difference this time was that he was more lucid than before.

He could see her glossy eyes looking up at him from under the ice. He lost her. She was gone forever.

“Go away, get away from me! You're not real,” He jumped out of bed. “GO away I said.”

Sara tried to soothe him, wincing when her bruised leg hit against Grissom's.

“Stop, don't try to touch me. I don't know who you are, but Sara died.” He was backing away further.

“Grissom, it's me. It's Sara.”

“No it's not. Sara died. I saw her fall through the ice....I couldn't help her...she just...” He was sobbing.

Sara slowly reached for Grissom's hand, putting it on her shoulder. “Does that feel like a dream?”

“No.” He attempted to regain his composure. “How?”

“You were having a nightmare,” Sara told him gently.

“But it was so real.”

“I'm here, Grissom.”

“Sara, I was so scared.” He hugged her tight. “I was so scared I lost you.”

“Nah. I'm okay. Banged my leg up pretty good, but I'm okay.” She gritted her teeth as she spoke.

“I don't know what I'd do if I lost you.” He was quivering. “You have helped me to come so far. You mean so much to me.”

“That's not going to happen.” Sara pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. She winced a little as she shifted her leg.

“Promise.”

“How long did I think you were dead?” He inquired wondering what had happened to him.

Sara honestly didn't know. “Best guess? About eight hours.”

“Wow, what happened? I don't quite remember.”

“We were having a fight. I got mad and ran off and you came after me. We were out in the middle of this lake that didn't support us. You fell through and when I tried to help you, my leg got twisted and went through the ice. Lucky for us a couple were walking by and got us the paramedics.”

“So I fell through?” He questioned.

“Yeah, you did.”

“That must have been awful. I don't remember. I don't even remember the fight.”

“You're still hypothermic,” Sara told him softly. He doesn’t remember our fight?

“I have hypothermia?” He was shocked.

“Yes.” She amended. “You're not as bad as you were though. At least you have the color back in your face.”

“I'm so sorry, Sara.”

“For what? You didn't plan to fall through the ice.” Sara winced in pain a third time.

“For putting you through this, making you deal with me.”

Sara gently kissed his cheek. “I'd rather put up with you than be without you.”

He chuckled. “Thanks.” Sara rearranged the blankets around Grissom's waist. “I don't want to be without you either, Sara.”

“You won't be,” Sara promised with a smile. When she got up, Grissom got a better view of her wounds. The soft skin that he loved so much was marred with ugly blue bruises and deep cuts, the worst being around her ankle and foot. He got up and followed her. Sara limped to her bag on the other side of the fireplace. She lay down with a deep sigh.

“Sara, are you ok?” He said as he approached her side.

“I hobble instead of walk, but I'm managing,” Sara said.

“Want me to rub your foot for you?” He asked lovingly.

Sara flipped up the cover. “Be gentle please.”

He began slowly and gently caressing the bruised flesh.

“You should be resting too, Griss. Your body temp's still not quite there.”

“I'm not resting without you.” He began to rub up her leg. Sara opened her larger sleeping bag so Grissom could join her if he wanted to. He took advantage of her advance and crawled in beside her. Sara smiled softly.

He snuggled down into the sleeping bag and pulled Sara into his arms.

“It's okay,” Sara murmured as one hand ran down his stomach.

He sighed. “I love you, you know that, right.”

“I do.”

He kissed her cheek. “Good.”

“Rest, Grissom.”

“Umm.” He murmured.