Yo. This is just a short little something that was meant to be the ending for something else, but I decided on a different rout. Anyway, hope you like it :-)
"Hey honey." Sara walked into the breakroom and saw Grissom pouring over a newspaper. "Watcha doing?"
"Crossword." He mumbled around the pen he was gnawing on. Sara chuckled at his total concentration and began to make herself a coffee.
"Decaf remember." Grissom said, not taking his eyes from the crossword.
"Yes dear." Sara grinned. "You want one?"
"Mmm." He grunted. He looked up finally at the sound of her grunting and saw her trying to reach the coffee jar at the back of the cupboard above her head. "Hey," he stood up and rushed over to her. "stop that, you can't be straining yourself this far into the pregnancy." He put his hands on her hips and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Let me make the coffee, you go and sit down. Finish off my crossword for me, I'm stuck on it." He nuzzled her neck lightly and placed a kiss just behind her ear.
"Get a room!" Nick shouted as he passed the breakroom. Sara turned around and grinned at him.
"We have one Nicky, you're in it." She winked at him and Nick made a face.
"Eew, don't wanna know." He shook his head and walked away. Sara laughed and sat down in the seat Grissom had vacated.
"Which one are you stuck on?" she asked Grissom. He walked over to her and placed her mug on the table.
"Uhh…" he plucked the paper out of her hand and scanned the page. "Ah, fifteen down: four words, 'A common proposal of marriage.'" He read out.
"Hmm…oh! That's easy." She smiled at him and picked up her mug, taking a swig. "And you call yourself a genius."
"I don't, others do, now stop being such a wise ass and tell me." He crouched down next to her and handed her the paper.
"It's 'Will You Marry Me'." She took another sip of coffee and Grissom made a noise of mild annoyance. "Oh come on now, don't have a temper tantrum, we all get a hard crossword now and then." She patted his arm, still grinning.
"No it's not that, it's just…" he grabbed her chair and turned it towards him, pulling a small, square, velvet box out of his box as he did so. "you stole my thunder."
Whatcha reckon? Good? It's damn fluffy so there's a bonus