Solely my imagination. I love this chapter. The quote is from William Butler Yeats’ Easter 1916. A. Norman Jeffares a Yeats scholar, suggests the heart enchanted to a stone is Yeats symbol for those who devoted themselves to a cause without thought of life or love. Yeats was infact talking of the Irish Rebel leaders who gave up their lives in the Irish fight for freedom against the British, but I thought in this context it was very “Grissom-esque”. Enjoy!!

Chapter 4:

Grissom swore he saw her as he slipped in and out of consciousness following the operation, but then maybe it was merely a dream. Have I left it too long? Succumbing to sleep again his thoughts dissolved, replaced by a lingering almost dreamlike memory of that night he had declined her invitation to dinner.

The cold evening wind that on occasion blew across the Nevada desert was rattling the windows of Grissom’s townhouse as he sat pondering the latest forensic journal. TAP TAP. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Opening the door Grissom immediately recognised the sign on the side of the van parked outside, Desert Blooms. Oh Sara what have I done to you?

“Sir, em this is for you” The young delivery boy looked all together rather

embarrassed. Chuckling lightly Grissom signed the delivery docket and closing the door his gaze didn’t leave the magnificent orchid in his hand. Placing it on the kitchen counter he opened the card attached.

“Hearts with one purpose alone

Through summer and winter seem

Enchanted to a stone….

Too long a sacrifice

Can make a stone of the heart.”

Gil, please don’t wait that long.

Sara xx

Grissom awoke suddenly, momentarily unaware of  his surroundings, then it all came flooding back, Sara, Catherine, the operation. Then he saw it standing on his locker the stunning orchid which had arrived that infamous night, a new note was attached.

Turn Around xx

Easing himself around in the bed he found himself staring directly into those deep sultry brown eyes.

“Sara” he murmured. Taking her hand he pulled Sara towards him. She’s here. He gently grazed her lips with his, lightly kissing her. Allowing her elbows to rest on the bedside him, Sara slowly lost herself in his kiss, gradually they became more intense, Grissom’s tongue entering her mouth and massaging her own in deep circular motions. Letting go of her hand Grissom ran his hands along Sara’s arm and onto her shoulders. Cupping her face with his hands he deepened his kiss, Sara gasped as he bit passionately on her lower lip.

“Grissom” she sighed when he eventually let her go, “I lo…”

“Shhh” Grissom placed a single finger on her lips to silence her. “Me first, Sara I love you with all my heart, with all my soul and with all my body. I am so sorry for making you wait. It was stupid and totally unreasonable of me, please forgive me.”

The tears slowly began to roll down Sara’s cheek, finally he has awoken.

“Gil after that I could forgive anything.” Moving from the armchair in which she sat to the bed she kissed him with renewed vigour, combining their mutual relief and passion, it one simple action.

Hours later Grissom sat pondering a sleeping Sara who had almost instinctively nuzzled into his chest.  Life can’t get any better than this, can it? When Sara eventually awoke he sent her home to get a proper night’s rest, the hospital required he stay another night, a precautionary measure.