Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters. I do not own Save the Last Dance for Me or That's All, which are both sung by Michael Buble, (the latest versions, anyway)

A/N: Idea came to me while listening to the song Save the Last Dance for Me

A/N: Very short fan fic and crammed full of fluff. As Sara would say, "The cheese factor was… high."

Save the Last dance For Me – Michael Buble

You can dance-every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight
You can smile-every smile for the man
Who held your hand neath the pale moon light
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me

xoxoxoxoxo

Sara Sidle sat contently, watching the bride and groom dance. David Philips had finally tied the knot. Normally she didn't enjoy weddings, but this one was different, special. The night was perfect for an outdoor wedding and reception as the hot Nevada wind brushed over the covered tent; closing her eyes, Sara listening to the rustle of the wind in the trees. Taking a sip of her non-alcoholic champagne, she hadn't noticed someone step up beside her.

"May I have this dance?" Sara looked up to see her friend and fellow CSI, holding out his hand to her.

"Sure, Nick," Sara said taking his hand. As he led her to the dance floor, she looked back to see Grissom's reaction, he smiled gently and then winked, which made Sara smile too. It wasn't often that Gil Grissom winked and he only winked at one person, her.

"What are you thinking?" Nick asked as they swayed so a slow melodic tune.

"Nothing," she said dreamily. She, of course, was thinking about Gil and wishing he was the one dancing with her right now. They'd been together for almost a year now, but they weren't reading to reveal their relationship to the world just yet.

"Suuure," Nick teased. Sara smiled easily at him.

"When did you learn to dance?"

"Please," he scoffed, "in a house full of sisters."

"May I cut in?" a voice interrupted them.

"Hey, Super Dave, sure," Nick said handing Sara off to the groom. "Congratulations by the way."

"Thanks, Nick."

"I'm very happy for you, David," Sara said as David took a proper dancing position.

"Lessons," he answered her silent question.

"Well, they paid off," she smiled softly. "It was a beautiful wedding, David."

"Jenna did most of it. I was always busy-" He did not want to add, "With you guys."

"Jenna did an amazing job, then."

"Yes, she did." Sara giggled a little when she saw Greg come towards them in his black tux with his hair all spiked. Clapping as the music changed, David boldly kissed Sara on the cheek.

"May I?" Greg asked as the next song started; holding his chin up and standing much more straight than usual

"Of Course," David said stepping aside. "I'll catch up with you later," he said to Sara, who nodded. She had to stop herself from laughing at Greg who was very trying very hard to be the perfect gentlemen.

"Very starry night, tonight, isn't it?" Greg asked in a proper voice. Sara couldn't hold it anymore, she burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, Greg, you're just acting so…weird." Greg looked like a hurt puppy. "At least you're a good dancer," she sobered herself.

"Nana Olaf," he stated. "She always said a gentleman knew how to dance properly with a lady."

"She did a great job, then, didn't she?"

"My turn," Warrick said walking up at the start of the next song. "You look amazing tonight, Girl," he said taking her hand.

"You look pretty handsome yourself, Warrick," she said smiling. "Did Tina decide to come tonight?"

"No," he said stiffening.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well…"

"I shouldn't have-"

"No, it's not your fault. Things just haven't been too good lately."

"Well, I'm still sorry."

"Thanks."

"Do you think Grissom will dance, ever?" Warrick thought aloud. "Does he even know how?" Sara shrugged, happy to be against Warrick's shoulder so he couldn't see the huge grin that had spread across her face. She had it on pretty good authority that Gil Grissom was an excellent dancer.

xoxoxoxoxo

After waving goodbye to David and Jenna, Sara announced she was heading home and started to gather up her belongings.

"Has anyone seen Griss lately?" Nick asked.

"Last time I saw him was… when I was on the dance floor with Sara," Greg said trying to remember. "He looked, pale."

"Pale?" Sara asked, shocked.

"Relax," Catherine said downing her latest glass of wine, "I'm sure he's fine; probably just got bored and left."

"We'll I'll see you guys tomorrow night," Sara said as she headed out toward her car. A round of, "Good night, bye, and see you," followed her. As soon as she got into her car, she dialled Grissom's number, he wasn't picking up; after several rings, she gave up. Maybe he is ill, she thought to herself. No, he would've told me, she reasoned.

Pulling up to the drive way of Grissom's townhouse, that she now called, "home", Sara saw that the inside of the house was completely dark. Grabbing her hand bag and wrap, she grabbed her key and headed to the porch.

As she unlocked and opened the door a sweet scent of vanilla filled her senses and she was greeted by rose petals on the floor. Stepping though the entry way she heard faint music coming from the living room and as she rounded the corner, there she saw Grissom, still in his tux, standing in the middle of the room, holding a single red rose. White candles of all shapes and sizes were everywhere, which would explain the vanilla scent, and more rose pedals were spread out on the floor.

"Dance with me," he asked, holding out his hand to her, which still held the rose. Sara's eyes filled with joyful tears as she took the rose and smelled it softly. This was the most romantic gesture Grissom had ever lavished on her. Laying the rose gently on the ottoman, she wrapped her hands around his neck and he pushed the remote and then wrapped his arms around her waist. Michael Buble's deep voice entered the room as their song, That's All, filled the room. I can only give you love that lasts forever, and a promise to be near each time you call. And the only heart I own for you and you alone; that's all, that's all...

"Michael Buble?" Sara asked.

"Yes," he said softly into her hair.

"Hmmm" She lazily held her head against his chin.

"Marry me, Sara?" That wasn't at all how he'd planned it to come out, it just did. It wasn't a command, but more of a plea; like he would die if she even thought to say no, and maybe he would. Sara really started crying now. She wasn't usually this weepy, but the pregnancy was throwing her hormones out of control. Through her tears she kissed him soundly on the mouth.

"Yes," was all she said; clear and definitive

"I realised something tonight," he said looking into her eyes. "You can dance with Nick and David and Greg and Warrick, but you're last dance will always be with me." Gently Grissom cupped Sara's face with his hands and slowing leaned forward into a soft kiss. "I love you, Sara Sidle." Pulling him closer to her again, Sara whispered into his ear, "I love you too, Gil Grissom."