Events

This is the prequel to Anniversary and has some violence and bad language in it. The first two chapters are slightly anti GSR but please GSR shippers, it does get better, please don't hunt me down.


"Sara Sidle, will you marry me?" he said on one knee.

She looked at the rest of the team; all of them had their mouths open.

"Yes, yes I'll marry you!" she said, smiling.

He beamed back at her and slipped the diamond ring onto her finger. He stood up and kissed her.

"Er…well…congratulations Sara." Said Catherine, followed by the others.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late. What did I miss?" Gil Grissom appeared and sat down next to Brass.

"Oh hi Dr. Grissom," said Hank, sitting next to Sara and holding her hand. "Well, Sara's agreed to marry me! Isn't that great?" he said, a smirk playing across his face.

Gil looked at Sara, who was looking at the table, and then at everyone else. No one except Hank Peddigrew was looking at him.

"Really?" he said finally, taking a deep breath, "Well…that's…that's great, Sara, congratulations. Uh…excuse me a moment." He got up and walked towards the bar, followed by Catherine.


"Triple scotch on the rocks with a twist." He said to the barman, "With a whiskey chaser." He added.

"So this is what you're gonna do? Drown you're sorrows? That's murder Gil!" Catherine sat down next to him.

"Well I'd know how to get away with it." He snarled, downing both drinks as they came to him. "Same again," he said to the barman.

"Come on Gil, why do this to yourself? Just let her go." Catherine said, putting a consoling hand on his shoulder.

"What the fuck Catherine?" he shouted, slapping her hand away. "You're saying to me to let her go? Sara? The woman I've been in love with for 10 years? Just forget her?" he laughed and gulped down the next two drinks.


By now Gil was shouting and his voice had carried to the table which made Nick, Warrick and Greg wince and Brass put his head in his hands.

Hank, thankfully, had excused himself to use the bathroom which left Sara to be interrogated by the boys. Now she was on the verge of tears.

Gil had come back to the table. "Guys, I'll see you at work. Bye." He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and nearly ran out of the room.

Brass called after him but Catherine, who had followed him back to the table and sat down, placed a hand on his shoulder and shook her head.

Sara suddenly stood up and walked to the exit. Hank came back and sat down. "Where's my fiancé?" he asked, adding insult to injury.

"Sara had to go, something came up." Brass said.


Sara walked out into the parking lot of the bar to see Gil sitting on the steps below the door.

"Grissom? You ok?" she called.

His head snapped up and he turned to see her. He struggled to get up and started to walk to his car.

"Grissom! Gil Grissom will you just STOP!?" she shouted, her last word taking effect and he stopped dead. She jogged up to him; he still had his back to her. "What the hell's wrong with you? What, are you upset? Angry? What right have you got to be either!?" she yelled.

He turned "None. You're right. I'm sorry. Like I said before, congratulations. Good night." He said quietly, backing away and removing his keys from his pocket.

"Wait," she said, grabbing the hand holding his keys, feeling the electricity she should only feel when she touched Hank. "How many drinks have you had?"

"Two triple scotches and two whiskeys, why?" he told her, feeling the same electricity.

"Well you sure as hell aint driving, I'll take you home in my car and pick you up in the morning. Come on." She added, tugging on his hand.

He didn't move and she tried again saying "You're at least twice over the limit. You don't wanna crash do you?"

He finally relented and allowed her to drive him home.

Ten minutes later, they pulled up outside Grissom's townhouse. Sara turned to look at him. He was staring at the glove compartment.

"I heard what you said, or rather, yelled at Catherine. Why didn't you ever say anything Griss?" she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It doesn't matter anymore does it? Don't worry about picking my up tomorrow, I'll walk to my car." He said, unbuckling his seatbelt and jumping out of the car. Sara sighed as his front door slammed and she drove home.