Author's Note: Just a short post-preview ficlet from Sara's POV.
Now I know that this isn't what really happened, but I wrote these two pieces after seeing the preview for The Case of the Cross-dressing Carp but before the episode actually aired. I had posted them elsewhere, but now that I have an account here, I thought I'd add them to that as well. So, I guess this is technically AU now... Hope you enjoy anyway!
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DON'T PANIC
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So there we were, completely covered from head to toe in cumbersome, very unromantic beekeeper outfits, when suddenly he says, seemingly out of the blue, "Maybe we should get married."
Now, this is Gil Grissom, master of speaking in double entendres, making connections between seemingly random events, and shocking my pants off. After I managed to close my mouth, I couldn't help but grin as I responded, "Did you just say what I think you said?"
It took him less than a second to recognize my comment, and shoot me an answering grin, then his face lapsed back into seriousness. This was getting dangerous, I had to defuse the situation immediately, so of course I stalled, "No Elvis impersonators."
I admit I was relieved when his grin came back, and even more relieved at his response, "No, no theme chapels whatsoever."
Stalling was obviously a good tactic. Maybe I could distract him completely if I continued in this vein, "No frilly white dress in a room full of fake flowers."
His grin grew a little, "No frills, but a dress would be nice... and what about real flowers?"
I decided not to answer that directly, afraid of what I might be implying, so I settled for a nice broad statement, "Well the real thing is always better."
He gave a non-committal, "Hmm."
I noticed his grin start to fade again, and decided I'd better preempt whatever he was planning to say, "No bridesmaids."
His smile came back full force, "Who will protect you from the evil spirits?"
Ah, a way to distract him, excellent, "Well, you've been doing a mighty fine job warding off my nightmares, I must say. I don't think you'll need any help on that account."
"I'm glad," was his only reply, and he returned his attention to the bees. Ah, crisis averted.
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I should have known he would see right through me, he always does. Though I have to admit, he picked a much nicer setting this time. We were sprawled out on the bed, Bruno at our feet, still chuckling over the movie we had just finished watching.
He calmly switched off the television, then turned toward me, grin still on his face, "So, you never really answered my question earlier."
Well, two can play at that game, so I replied, "Technically, you never actually asked me a question."
"True," he answered, and I thought maybe I'd gotten away with it, but then he slowly got up off of the bed. Bruno looked up to see if his master was going anywhere interesting, like the kitchen, but he only came around to my side of the bed. Then he slowly got down onto one knee, and I knew this was it, I'd have to come up with an answer now.
He took my hand, then very calmly and deliberately he asked, "Sara Sidle, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
And, you know, there really was only one answer to that, "Of course."
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A/N: Chapter 2 has the companion piece from Grissom's POV.
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