Do not own CSI or any of the characters

Do not own CSI or any of the characters.

Thanks you for all of you that have read and review my story. Your support means a lot. Also big shout out to my girl and beta StokesSidle.

I am sorry to tell you all but this will be the last chapter but don't worry there will be a sequel to follow, called Picking up the Ashes! So you will have that to look forward too.

But right now please enjoy the last chapter of Burnt to the Bone!

Burnt to the Bone

Chapter 10

Warrick took Sara's hand in his and began to trace the outline of her knuckles with his thumb. He slowly looked up at her and locking his green eyes with her brown ones. He let out deep breath before speaking. "Sara," he began.

"I'm sorry."

At this Sara started to shake her head as much as she could in protest.

"Ssh," she spoke raising a shaking hand and pressing two fingers against Warrick's lips.

"Thank you," replied Sara smiling at the man, her brown eyes shining with tears. "Thank you," she repeated.

Warrick brought Sara's hand up to his lips and kissed it. It was then he felt tears run down his cheeks and on to Sara's hand. He couldn't believe that Sara was thanking him when it was basically his fault that she could be paralyzed. If he had not wasted time and had gotten her out after, the 2nd floor would have not caved down on her.

As Sara watched her friend cry tears began to fall down her cheeks as well. "Thank you," she repeated once again in a whisper, lifting her hand out of the man's grip and she began to wipe his tears.

"No Sara," he protested all the sudden, removing her hand from his face and placing it back on the bed. A flash of hurt came across Sara's face at this. This pained him even more; he had hurt her once again.

"What?" whispered Sara glazing at Warrick. She didn't get what his problem was.

"I'm sorry," he spoke with a hint of emotion in it.

"Why do you keep on saying that?" she asked her voice cracking. "You didn't do anything, you saved me!"

"No, I didn't Sara," he said shaking his head. "If I saved you, you would have come out with out a scratch but look at you," Warrick gestured towards Sara's burned arms and body. "Your hurt and I did it!" he cried he voice choking up. Warrick suddenly closed his eyes and turned away from Sara.

Sara slowly reached out and turned his head towards her. "You didn't due this, the fire did," she spoke. "You're not to blame!"

"But…" began Warrick. "If I had only had found you earlier…" he spoke opening his eyes.

"No," whispered Sara, shaking her head. "You're not to blame! You saved my life!" Tears poured down Sara's face as she said this. This made Warrick cry too. After this not a word was spoken between the two. They just continued to hold hands and looking at each other. It was then once Sara had fallen to sleep, Warrick left the room. Before doing so he wiped away the evidence that he was crying from his face. He gave Sara's hand a squeeze and whispered too her. "Sweet dreams," before kissing her on the cheek and wheeling himself out of the room.

Warrick pushed himself back out in the hallway, to find it empty except for Grissom, who was sitting on the bench. "Where is everyone?" he asked approaching Grissom.

Grissom looked up at this, "Um, they went to go find coffee," he replied.

"She sleeping," spoke Warrick parking his chair beside the bench. Grissom was a little taken back by this; it was like Warrick had read his mind. He was just about to ask Sara was.

Warrick smiled over at his boss, who continued to stare at him shocked. "How are you holding up?" he asked staring into Grissom's baby blues.

"I should be asking you that," replied Grissom. Both men smiled at this.

Sara opened her eyes, wondering at first where she was but then in a matter of seconds if all came flooding back to her. She slowly raised her self to her elbows and moved her neck as best as she could to the left glancing over towards the window where a figure sat.

Grissom glanced up from his cross word and appeared over his glasses at Sara. "Hey you're awake," he spoke smiling. Sara watched as he got up and made his way over to her.

"How are you feeling," he asked taking a seat beside her.

"Ok I guess," she replied looking at him. "What time is it?" she asked rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Almost midnight!" spoke Grissom staring down at his watch.

"What about work?" she asked leaning back against the pillow.

"I phoned Ecklie and told him I was taking a few day off, I could use the vacation," he joked.

A raspy chuckle escaped Sara's lips at this. "You could use…" began Sara but was cut off but Grissom, who had leaned in and kissed her. Sara placed a hand ever so softly on the side of his face as she kissed him back.

The kiss lasted for a moment before Grissom broke away; Sara opened her eyes at since to see what was wrong. Sara looked over at Grissom with a questionable look on her face. Grissom stared at her for what seemed like the longest time. "I love you," he spoke for the first time. This caught Sara off guard she wasn't excepting this but soon found her self saying these three words. "I love you too!"

A smile spread across Grissom's face, he was so happy. He then leaned in and kissed her once again. At the moment nothing seemed to matter except for their love for each other. Sara didn't care if she could be paralyzed, Grissom loved her and that was all she needed.

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Please review and stay tuned for the sequel, Picking up the Ashes! This will deal with life after the fire.