Sessions

That same afternoon, Sara opened her eyes to check on Grissom. He felt warmer and Sara felt encouraged. I should probably get him to eat something. Grissom shivered and stretched but didn't open his eyes yet. Sara slowly got out of the sleeping bag, gingerly putting her feet on the floor. Grissom opened his eyes to look at Sara. He reached his hand out. “Where are you going?”

“To get something for you to eat. You haven't eaten in almost twelve hours. I also need to get our bags out of the truck and the groceries.”

“Oh.” He was more than a little embarrassed.

“It's alright,” she smiled at him, gently kissing his hand.

“Want me to help?” He asked getting to his feet.

“No,” she said firmly. “You stay.”

He was saddened but did as he was told. “Ok.”

“Good.” Sara nodded in satisfaction. But as soon as she was in the kitchen, the tears of fear that she had had pent up got loose. She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. What is wrong with me? I’m not usually like this.

He ran to her side. “Sara, Honey. Are you alright, do I need to call an ambulance?” She shook her head, trying to get herself under control. “Sara, what happened?” He knelt on the floor and pulled her to his lap. He was caressing her face, wiping away her tears.

“Was...was so scared,” Sara sobbed into this chest like a frightened little girl. “I.I couldn't reach you.”

“Sara honey.” He soothed her. “I'm right here.”

“My...my fault. Should've known better...” Why am I so emotional?

“How could you have known I was going to fall through the ice, its not your fault.” Sara leaned into Grissom's chest. Her sobs slowly began to slow down. “Its ok, Honey, lets just put this all behind us.” He hissed her forehead.

Sara wiped her face and held on to the counter as she hauled herself to her feet.

“Want me to cook some breakfast? What do we got?” He asked steadying her as he rose up.

“You should probably have something hot,” Sara mused as she opened the cupboards. “I think I need to go get the groceries. I was sure I saw some broth in the boxes.”

Sara left and slowly returned with their things.

“Want me to make us some soup?” He asked looking for the fixings for soup.

“I can handle it. Just got to do it standing on one foot.” Sara leaned against the counter as she began emptying pouches.

“Sara.” He pleaded. “Please let me help you.”

After consideration, Sara sent Grissom to get some water boiling on the stove.

“Want me to cut up some veggies?” He asked as he turned the stove on.

“Sure...if that's what you want.” Sara muttered softly as she reached for the stool that was by the small kitchen table. She sat on the stool, immediately feeling relief when she was off her leg. This did nothing to quell Grissom's concerns however. He watched Sara as he got the veggies out of the fridge and cut them up.

“What kind of veggies are you cutting up?” Sara asked, looking over her shoulder at Grissom.

“Carrots and potatoes. Did you want any others?”

“That's fine.”

“So what did you want to do today?” He asked as he tossed the veggies into the pot.

Oh, I wish I could do things...stupid leg. “We might have to keep it to indoor stuff.”

“Fine by me. Do you have a preference?”

“Scrabble?” Sara said, grinning.

“Ooh, you are on.” He shot her a grin back. “I am the Scrabble King, remember that!”

Sara's leg was beginning to throb, but she hated to leave Grissom alone. So she sat in a chair where she could look into the kitchen and keep an eye on him. He put the finishing touches on the soup and left it to cook. He joined Sara in the other room.

“You alright?” He asked as he approached her.

“Fine. Just had to put my leg up for a bit.”

“Oh.” Why did she have to hurt herself? Why Sara? “Does it bother you a lot?”

“Only when I stand on it for long periods of time.”

“I'm so sorry, Sara.” He kissed her nose.

“Grissom read my lips carefully. It's not your fault.”

“I know, but I can't help but feel responsible. Colorado was my idea, making this all my fault.”

“It was an accident, Griss.”

“I do know that, honest. But I can't help but think I could have lost you. What would I have done then?”

“I feel the same way about you, Grissom. Love you too much.”

“I love you so much Sara, I don't know how I existed without you.” He pulled her in tighter to his chest.

Sara had to stand up to get the full impact of the embrace. As she stood he picked her up and carried her to the couch figuring it would be more comfortable for her. Sara cuddled into Grissom's chest. He gently stroked her hair

"Mmm...” Sara sighed in contentment.

He ran his fingers along her side. He longed to touch her skin. Sara inwardly sighed when she was put down on the couch. "Thanks." Sara picked up a cushion and gingerly put it under her leg. She whimpered in pain when she hit the bruise on her foot.

"Sara, are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah. Just have to get comfortable." Sara bit her lip. "Could you pass me the cushion on the chair over there?" She pointed to the one she meant.

He passed her the cushion. "Can I get you anything else?"

Besides you, Marriage and Babies? Sara settled herself against the arm of the couch willing the thoughts out of her mind. "Just some soup when it's ready."

"Oh the soup. Let me check on that." He got up to check. "It's done, how much do you want?"

"Just half a bowl is fine."

He returned with a bowl for Sara and one for himself.

"Thanks."

"Its good soup." He said trying to make conversation.

"Ummm," Sara agreed as she took a sip.

"Want some more?"

"I think I'm good right now. I had a few pretzels a little while ago."

"Alright." He said eating more of his own.

"How are you feeling?" Sara asked him. Personally I’m feeling like hell. Why do I feel this way? What’s wrong with me?

"Fine now, what about you?" he retorted.

"Griss, I was just asking," Sara said softly. I don’t want him to worry anymore.

"I'm sorry," he softened his tone. "How are you?"

"I'll live." I could feel better, but I’ll live.

"This wasn't the vacation you anticipated, was it?"

How can I put it without sounding frustrated or little girlish? "I'm with you. That counts for something."

He laughed. "I guess. But it could be better instead of being cooped up in this cabin."

"We've still got three and a half weeks."

"You're right. We can still have fun."

Sara's lips turned up slightly in a coy smile as she resisted the urge to comment.

I want to touch you so much but I don't want to hurt you. "Wanna play scrabble now?" He asked instead.

“Not right now, maybe later?” Sara reached her arms out. "Come here, baby." He couldn't resist. He fell into her embrace. Sara gently shifted his head into her lap.

"You are so soft." He gurgled.

"You’re not so bad yourself, Doc," Sara murmured softly.

"I just want to touch you." I can't believe I just said that.

"I know. I want to touch you too."

He slid his hand up her shirt to feel her skin. It was so soft and so warm. Ignoring Grissom's frown, Sara slid onto the floor beside him so she could take him in her arms again.

He cuddled into her chest, savouring her scent. "You smell good."

Sara softly kissed his temple. "You feel good."

"Umm."

"You're feeling a little cold, Griss."

"I'm fine, please." He pleaded.

Sara reached behind her for the blanket. She wrapped it around herself and Grissom so they were pushed flush against each other.

"Alright, I admit, that's better." He grinned widely.

"Thought you'd might like it," Sara murmured in Griss’s ear.

"I just like being with you." He spoke into her hair.

"Baby, you have no idea how much I like hearing you say that," Sara said, unaware she had said it out loud. Her eyes momentarily closed.

"Umm." He snuggled in closer. "I love it when you call me baby, but never do it in front of people, please. I have a reputation to uphold." He laughed lightly.

Are you kidding? I'd die of embarrassment. "Promise."

He leaned in to kiss her. His lips just barely touched hers and it sent shocks through his body

Sara felt him shiver. "It's alright," she said softly.

"It was a good shiver." He assured her

"I know."

He pressed his nose against hers. "I want you so much." He admitted.

"So, what are you waiting for? We had a fight; don’t I get some make-up sex?”

"I don't want to hurt you, besides I don’t remember the fight."

"It was bad; I need some really good sex.” She grinned widely. “As long as I'm on top, it shouldn't be an issue,"