Insanity by Chibiness87
Disclaimer:Not mine.
Summary: "There was no way Gil Grissom had just suggested what he had suggested."
A/N: So, um, this started out in my head as a smut fic… but then it took a completely different path and there is no smut. Or hint of smut. Or naughtiness (or even nautiness) of any kind… So um, sorry…
Thanks to butterfliedgsr for the super fast beta.
She was looking at him like he was insane. Because, really, he had to be.
There was no way Gil Grissom had suggested what he had just suggested.
No way at all.
Because he was Gil Grissom, and Gil Grissom did not make those sorts of suggestions.
But as she looked at him, staring him down, waiting for him to crick his eyes in the way that he always did when he was joking, she noticed his eyes. There was a deep, yearning, almost, in them. And she suddenly realised he wasn't joking. She wouldn't get to see the eye crick, because he was serious.
Huh.
"Gil, honey, you know I love you and everything, but have you really thought this through?"
His face remained as serious as it had when he had first suggested his crazy idea. "Yes."
"Really? I mean, are you completely sure?"
"Positive."
She raised an eyebrow at him, still obviously sceptic of his idea. He could understand her really. It was pretty left field. Especially for him. For them. But it hadn't been too long ago he had thought she was leaving his life forever… she would have to forgive him for wanting a bit of a confirmation she was going to be hanging around for a while yet.
Hence the ring sitting in front of her.
The hands clasping the crowned heart was facing her… all she had to do was wear it. She knew the various interpretations on how the ring was worn, and was certain that Grissom know them too. He was, after all, the guy to go to with pretty much any question. Or quote.
Gently, she plucked the claddagh ring from its velvet cushion, sliding it onto her left ring finger, heart pointing out. She studied her hand for a moment, before raising her eyes to his. She was stunned to see his gaze hindered by a soft sheen of tears waiting to be spilt from his eyes. Grissom rarely cried, in front of her or otherwise. The last time she knew of him even coming close to tears was when he had opened his door on the night she had threatened to leave the lab, Vegas, him, to see her standing there, soaked through.
She had not said a word, just flew into his embrace, both of them letting the tears fall. Eventually he had heard her murmur, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry," repeatedly into his neck, clinging desperately to him.
He had simply pulled her closer to him, whispering back, "It's Ok Sara. It's ok. We're ok. I love you. We're ok."
When the tears had dried and breaths had been caught, they had spent long hours into the night (day) sorting everything out. Bruno had come out of the back room, shuffling close to his family, offering them his comfort and seeking his own.
Now, five months later, he was close to tears again. And it was because of her. Again. However, he felt he was allowed to be a little emotional. After all, Sara Sidle had just become his fiancée.