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*Feeling much better, though apologetic for giving Grissom her illness, Sara heads to his room.*

*She might not eat chicken noodle soup, but he does. As it is also a treatment day for him, she also wants to see how he is doing on that front.*

[ooc: Same old story--drgrissom only, please.]

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"Mmmmm, giant carnivorous insects, my favorite. I'll assume they programmed the tomatoes for your type," he says, voice still scratchy but with a bit more humor. He takes another sip of water, and puts the glass down before wrapping his good arm around her.

Despite feeling rather awful physically, he feels a strange sense of comfort in the moment. When she flips on the TV, he waits for a few moments as she channel surfs, and then leans over to whisper into her hair. "I missed you last weekend."

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"Main thing I remember about the praying mantis is that the female rips off the head of her mate after they finish procreation. Guess the guys aren't all they're cracked up to be." An amused look.

And that? That is Sara melting. "I missed you too--I didn't know you had left, until late Friday evening when I came by. Mike mentioned he emailed you--was he a jerk?"