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Wake From Thy Slumber, Love
Some CSI's dream. Some CSI's realize their dreams. GSR This fic should have something for everyone.
Rating: R; Published on 05/13/2005 - Reviews 1

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Some CSI's dream. Some CSI's realize their dreams. GSR This fic should have something for everyone. Disclaimer: I don?t own these characters, and, if truth be told, I don?t own the title either. I stole it from the name of a song, ?Wake From Thy Slumber, Love,? written by, J.M.R., published in Boston: Russell & Co., G.D., 1871. Can?t imagine anyone still being around to sue me for that.

Summary: Some CSI?s dream, and some CSI?s realize their dreams. GSR This fic should have something for everyone.

A/N: Thanks Marlou, beta-extraordinaire. Thanks Ann and csipal, for liking this story more than me, I think. This story was personally very challenging to write. First person, present tense is a beast to work with. The chapters and updates will come quickly, but some might be very short. It?s just the way the story broke up, so forgive me.

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I definitely hear music playing, and it has a quick staccato rhythm that?s now ingrained in my soul?kind of like Ravel?s Bolero, long and repetitive, yet mildly irritating. I?m wandering around aimlessly, with no idea what I?m looking for, and I?m wearing the most ridiculous white dress I?ve ever seen.

Now, that?s crazy. Sara Sidle doesn?t wear dresses. Even though this is more like a flowing white robe, long sleeved and so warm, soft and smooth. The streets are empty, which makes no sense. What am I looking for?

I can see Grissom, looking handsome in a navy blue suit, perfectly groomed with a freshly trimmed beard. There?s a bright light surrounding him. I wonder what that is; it?s like he?s highlighted some how.

I?m confused because now we?re walking and holding hands, and I?ve got on a pair of blue coveralls from work. I?m comfortable.

And now I get it?

I?m dreaming.

This is a deep dream, I decide, because Grissom just kissed me. Nothing spectacular, a casual peck on the lips?too quick for me to fully enjoy. I can hear voices around us. He?s talking to me, but I can?t hear him.

?What are you saying?? I ask, squinting my eyes. His mouth is moving. Why can?t I hear him?

We?re standing in a long, white hallway. It?s a hospital, I realize, after deciphering a few random pages on the intercom. Dr. Heathrow to Radiology. Linda Daven, report to the third floor nurses station.

I move closer, hold him, and put my ear to his mouth. Why can?t I understand him? I?m crying now, and the warmth of his embrace is soothing me. I?m tired. So tired.

That noise, it?s like a beeping. Constant. It?s not music at all?it?s annoying. My eyes hurt as they begin to flutter open. I?m groggy. Everything is a little blurry.

But I can see him sitting beside my bed. Why am I in a hospital? I don?t feel anything. I feel numb. Why is Grissom here? He looks very tired. I?m not sure I?ve ever seen him look so worn down.

He?s holding my hand, just like in my dream, and when I give a gentle squeeze, he looks up at me. He?s talking, but the words don?t make any sense. Is he quoting Shakespeare?

I don?t get a chance to ask him. A nurse breezes into the room. I can feel her presence before I even see her.

?Miss Sidle??

Go away. I like the way his hand feels so warm and strong in mine. I don?t want to get better; I want to lay here and listen to him talk to me, even if I can?t understand him.

I can feel a hand on my back. How can that be? I?m lying on my back, aren?t I?

?Miss Sidle??

I can barely open my eyes. The beeping sound is still going strong. I?m staring at a white blanket, hunched over a hospital bed. Ugh?I am so damn tired. C?mon, wake up, Sidle. I blink and blink.

?Mr. Grissom really needs to rest, and it looks like you could use some sleep, too.?

I look down?at his hand, in mine. Then I quickly look up at his sleeping face, and I gasp.

I?m awake now.

He collapsed at a scene in the desert. Sophia brought him in. Massive heart attack. ICU only allows thirty-minute visits. How could I have fallen asleep that quickly?

A voice?his voice?jars me. ?Let her stay.? It?s mumbled, and his eyes are barely open.

I squeeze his hand and smile. I heard that loud and clear. The nurse is not amused. With pursed lips, she sighs and gives in. ?A few more minutes, and then I?m chasing her out.?

Grissom grumbles a little, looking more awake. The nurse floats out of the room silently in her support shoes.

?You fell asleep,? he chided. ?What are you doing wasting your day here with me?? His fingers slide in between mine, and it makes my insides tremble.

I just wrinkle my lips, staring. He looks adorable, rather helpless, and I don?t know yet if he?s teasing me.

?I?m here because I want to be here, and you want me here,? I remind him boldly. Grissom says nothing. ?I was dreaming about you,? I mumble thoughtlessly, running my fingers over my hair.

He frowns, pondering seriously, and I?m worried I?ve gone too far. I didn?t mean to upset him. ?Yeah?? he grunts, ?Was I kissing you??

?Grissom!? I laugh out loud, shocked.

He just smiles, surprising me again, and his eyes droop until they?re closed. ?Right, that was probably my dream??

I grin wider, like a fool, and struggle not to laugh again. ?Oh, man, you?re on some good drugs.? I still can?t believe he just said that.

?Mmmm.? Neither of us says anything for a while, and I suspect he?s falling asleep.

Then, out of the blue, I hear, ?Sara, I wish you could?understand??

I narrow my eyes and stare at him. I should just let him sleep. ?I?ve?been so difficult,? he adds with a slur.

He?s still holding my hand, and trying to fight the grogginess. I?m so grateful he?s okay, and even more thrilled that for some reason, he wants to talk to me. He seems so different.

?I?d like that,? I blurt dumbly. I?d give anything to understand why he acts the way he does. It excites me, still, the vague possibility of it.

?I didn?t mean to be.? He sighs and shifts in his bed to get more comfortable. He looks genuinely remorseful?and tired. I should get out of here and let him sleep.

?I know.? I don?t really know. It?s just good to hear that he wasn?t being a jerk for no reason. Of course, all that was before. Lately, he?s been rather kind to me. Downright supportive. Could there possibly be hope for us after all?

?Can I come visit you again? Later??

?Yes. They?re going to move me out of ICU this afternoon.?

That?s good news. He?s going to be fine. ?Good. I?ll find you.?

He squeezes my hand. Given the circumstances, it?s his version of an intimate good-bye, but I go for the gold. Standing over him, I lean over and kiss his cheek. He doesn?t respond, and for some reason I?m glad. It?s too soon for a heavy discussion, and way too soon for a real kiss. I have that to look forward to.

I think.

Part of me really hopes this wasn?t some drug-induced love fest. His eyes blink open, and he just barely smirks. He?s pleased. ?I?ll see you later.?

He likes me, and finally, I understand that.

TBC

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