Oppotunities- GSR fic- Sara's POV

Chapter 6: Strength

The hours pass much more peacefully with Gil holding me. I feel so safe in his arms. Oh, no! Another nightmare. I thrash, scared, and Gil's awake instantly. “Wake up. Come on,” he coaxes. I ease my eyes open and glance up at him.

“Were you having one of those hospital dreams you told me about earlier?” he asks, stroking my hair.

I nod. “It's always the same dream, too. That's what's weird.”

“What's it about?”

“Well, I'm at one end of this long hall, and my dad's room is at the other end. I walk toward it, and all of a sudden, this force I can't see starts pullin' me in. I don't know what it is, but I can't get away from it.”

He squeezes my shoulder. “How long have you been havin' these dreams?”

“For years. I think they started when I was seven, but I can't be sure.”

He sighs sympathetically as he moves me before getting up.

“Where are you goin'?” I ask.

“I'm just shutting the blinds. Don't worry.”

He shuts them, then comes back to his place on the bed, embracing me. I rest my head on his chest again, trying to slow my breathing as I listen to his calming, steady heartbeat. His breathing slows suddenly, so I glance up and notice that he's fast asleep. I smile, then place my head back on his chest. My breathing slows, too, and it's not long before I drift off, sleeping peacefully for the first time in ages.
 
Chapter 7: Calming

I wake up feeling better than I have in a long time. My head is still resting on Gil's chest, so I glance up at him. He's still asleep. I smile at his peaceful expression. I start to get up, but I decide to stay with him since he did the same for me. I lie there watching him sleep for awhile. He looks so calm. I wish I could sleep like that. I sigh quietly. I never would've gotten through that trip to the hospital without him. He eases his eyes open unexpectedly.

I smile. “Oh, did I wake you up?”

He smiles back, stretching. “No. So, are you feeling better?”

I nod, smiling again. “Much. Thanks.”
He smiles, too, as we get up. “Are you hungry?”

“Oh, starving.”

He takes my hand. “Well, come on. I know where we can get good omelettes.”

“Really? Where?”

“Chez Grissom.”

I chuckle as he leads me downstairs. “I didn't know you cooked.”

He chuckles, too. “Well, you learn something new every day.”

I nod, smiling a little. “I guess you do.”

We reach the kitchen a couple minutes later. He lets go of my hand, washes his own, and goes to the fridge to get the food.

“Can I do anything?”

“You could chop the onions.”

I nod as I wash my hands. He places a freshly- washed batch on the counter. I grab a knife and stand behind it. I start chopping as he cooks the eggs.
“Are these small enough?” I ask, showing him the pieces.

He turns from the stove, glances at them, and nods. “Perfect. Throw 'em in.”

I chuckle, then toss them into the pan. “Ooh, that smells good.”

He smiles. “Thanks.”

I smile back. “No problem.”

“They should be ready soon.”

“Really? That was fast.”

“Eggs don't take long.”

“I wouldn't know. I don't cook that often.”

We chuckle.

A couple minutes later, they're ready, so we grab spatulas. Gil hands me his so he can get plates. When he has them, he sets them on another counter a few feet back from the the stove. I give him his spatula back, and we flip them over our shoulders onto the plates. We turn and see that they've landed dead center. We laugh, a little surprised our aim was that good.

“So, what'll it be, Sara?” he asks. “Orange juice or pineapple?”

“Pineapple, please,” I reply as I take the plates back to the table and sit down.

He nods, smiling more to himself than to me. “Comin' right up.”

He pours two glasses of pineapple juice and joins me at the table, setting one in front of each of us., along with forks. “Eat up.”

I stab at a bite of egg. “Mmm, that's good. What's your secret?”

“I put cinnamon in the eggs.”

“Where'd you come up with that?”

He shrugs, smiling a little. “I really don't know. It just popped into my head one day.”

I nod, smiling back before taking another bite.”Gil?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. I never would've gotten through the hospital or the nightmares without you.”

He smiles, reaching over to squeeze my shoulder. “No problem. I'm here whenever you need me.”

I smile back again, and we finish the rest of the meal quietly. We do the dishes, and just as I step into the living room, I hear a soft, slow melody wafting through the speakers. I smile when I see Gil step in front of me.

“May I have this dance?” he asks shyly.

I nod, stepping into his arms. He holds me close, and I smile to myself as we glide around the room.
 
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Chapter 8: Peace

As we dance, Gil kisses me tenderly, and I return it, smiling a little. "Gil, you don't miss a step."
He chuckles. "Well, it helps to have a good partner."

I chuckle, too. "I'm not that good."

He smiles. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

I smile back. "Thanks."

"Anytime."

Suddenly, I step on his foot, and my face flushes crimson. "Sorry. You okay?"

He nods, smiling. "I'm fine. Don't be embarrassed."

"But you were leadin' so well, and I messed us up."

He shakes his head, smiling reassuringly. "No, Sara, you didn't mess anything up. We'll just take it from the last step. It's no big deal."

I smile back as he leads me into our last step, and this time, we come through it flawlessly. Gil squeezes my shoulder.

"See?"

I sigh contently. "I guess you were right."


"Aren't I always?"

We chuckle as we keep dancing. He kisses me again, and time seems to stand still. He breaks it after a few minutes. "Sara?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry I put you off for so long."

I nod, giving him the same reassuring smile he gaveme earlier. "Don't be. It's okay. I get that you were scared of the idea of us together."

"Thanks for understanding." He smiles again, and I return it.

Anytime. At least we're together now."

He nods, smiling as he kisses me again.
 
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*grin* I love this! So cute and warm and fuzzy... *sighs with fantasy of dancing with Gris*
 
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Author: Dr Dana Stowe's Sidekick 1. Chapter 12. Worry3. Fear4. News5. Safty6. Strength7. Calming8. Peace9. Security10. Opening Up11. Relief




Chapter 9: Security
Gil breaks the kiss ater a few minutes, and we dance until the song ends. Then, we stepout of each other's arms.

"You want some coffee?" he asks as he turns off the stereo.

"Sure, thanks," I reply, taking a seat on his couch.

He smiles. "Anytime."

I smile, too, as he walks into the kitchen. He comes back a couple minutes later with two cups and sits down beside me.

"Thanks," I say as he hands me one.

"No problem."

I take a sip of coffee, and the heat calms me. I've been thinkin' way too much lately.

"Sara? What's wrong?" Gil asks, noticing my change in mood.

I sigh. "Life is so unpredictable, Gil."

"You mean like with Brass?"

I nod.

"That's why we have to hold on to every second we have like it could be our last."

I take another sip.

"Sara, what's scarin' you?"

"Nothing."

He shakes his head, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Come on. I know you."

I sigh again. "I don't feel safe anymore except when I'm with you. I mean, look at what Brass went through. If that could happen to him, it could happen to us."

He puts his arms around me."You're right. It could, but try not to worry. I'll protect you and the team."

"What if you can't? What if they get to you first?" My voice breaks, so he holds me tighter.

"Shh, it's okay. It'd be pretty tough to outsmart me."

We chuckle.

"I guess you're right."

He kisses me. "You think too much sometimes."

I nod. "Don't I know it?"

I put my cup on the coffee table and lean back in his arms.
 
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Chapter 10: Opening up

I sigh. The wall around me crumbles, and all my emotions suddenly come to a head. I try to cry soundlessly, but it doesn't work.

“Sara? What's wrong?”

I sniffle. “I didn't wanna do this again.”

“What? Cry?”

I nod.

His voice is gentle as he says, “Don't worry. What's on your mind?”

“I was thinkin' about my past.”

He nods knowingly, and I sigh again.

“I went through hell growin' up. Before my dad was killed, he'd get sloshed every night and come into my room. He'd make me slide over so there was room for him, and then he'd touch me. It went on for years, and I never told anybody because I was scared he'd make it worse. After the murder, I bounced from foster home to foster home. It was hard to find people who'd take me long- term with my history. I think the nightmares started when I was around seven. I was with the Bakers then. They were nice enough, but they had so many foster kids already that they didn't have much room for me, so when I was eight, I moved in with the Carsons. I stayed there for a couple years, then went to the Shillings. I got really depressed when I stayed with them. They had me see a shrink, but even she couldn't help me, so I fell deeper into that hole. I was a wreck. After the Shillings, there were the Bensons. I finally felt safe there. They actually felt like my family, so I stayed with them 'til I turned 18.”

That felt good. Nobody else knows my story, and I know I can trust Gil. He's listening intently, waiting for me to continue. He cups my chin in his hand.

“So then, when I was about 25, my mom called, wanting to get to know me again. When I heard her voice, I started shakin' so bad that I couldn't hold the phone. I dropped it and ran outta my apartment. I was cryin', so I couldn't see very well, and I bumped into the guy I was seein' at the time, Danny. He took me into his house, got me some hot tea, and put me to bed. The next morning, we talked, and I felt much better. I went home and ignored her calls. Then, a couple years later, you called and asked me to come to CSI.”

Gil sighs. “Sara, I had no idea it was that bad.”

“I guess I thought if I didn't talk about my past, it'd go away.”

Gil nods. “But do you feel better now that you've let it out?”

I nod, too. “Much. Thanks for lettin' me vent.”

He smiles, hugging me closer to him. “Anytime.”

I sigh contently, resting my head on his chest.
 
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