Disclaimor: Uhm I'm pretty sure we all know the drill by now. If not please see chapter 1

The next few days in the Las Vegas Crime Lab seemed to pass by at about the pace of a snail. It seemed that the claim of being ' the city that never sleeps' would have to be changed if things kept up. As night fell, the members of the graveyard shift came strollling into the breakroom waiting for Grissom to come and hand out assignments. Greg got up and started a pot of his famously delicious coffee, Warrick and Nick turned on the Playstation 2 and started a football game, and Sara and Catherine sat at the table having a bit of breakfast and talked about Lindsey and all her drama. Grissom walked into the room about ten minutes later, empty-handed.

"Uhm, Grissom did you forget to check your box for assignment slips today?" asked Catherine.

"Nope, I checked. There wasn't anything there is all, " he replied with a shrug. "I guess that means there aren't any cases for us tonight, guys."

"Aww... but wait. Does that mean that we all just... go home now?" asked Greg looking up at his boss from the coffee pot. Nick and Warrick paused their game and turned to look at him too, as did Sara and Catherine. He sat for a minute, thinking if that was true. He couldn't remember the last time there had been a dead night in Vegas.

"Well... I guess there's really no sense in sitting around here all night, is there? If something comes up, just be sure that someone can get ahold of you." Grissom said.

"Will do, boss. Night, y'all !" called Nick on his way out. Catherine got up and walked out the door behind him and Greg followed, coffee in hand.

"What? I see no point in waisting perfectly good coffee," he said when Catherine laughed and shook her head. Sara came next, wlking up to him and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. She knew he had to stay behind for a bit to finish up on paperwork "What else is new, Gilbert Grissom?" she'd said on their way out of the house earlier, laughing. Just as Grissom was walking towards the door, Warrick stepped in front of him.

"Actually, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something real quick, Gris. If you wouldn't mind," he said leaning against the door frame.

"No, it's fine, Rick. Come on in my office with me. I've got some files and stuff in there to finish up anyways," Grissom said. A small smile came across Warrcik's face and both men walked down the hallways until they reached Grissom's office. Both walked in and sat down, trying to get settled. A few minutes later, they sat in a comfortable silence until Warrcik decided to break it.

"So... you and Sara, hm?" he said, leaning back into his chair. "I always knew you two would be together someday. I could tell the minute I saw you two with each other that you'd get to where you are now." Grissom couldn't help but smile when he heard this. He'd heard that quite a few times from his friends, but this was the first time he and Warrcik had really approached the subject. He'd been having a rough past couple of months with his divorce and Grissom had just focused on helping him get through it.

"Tina and I never had what you've got," he continued, " Hell, we didn't even come close. We didn't communicate. We didn't know how and in the end it killed us," he said with a heavy sigh. His eyes wandered up to the ceiling where they focused on the air vent. The two men sat there for awhile like that- in complete silence other than the sound of their rhythmatic breathing. Grissom wasn't sure exactly what to say to attempt to pull Warrick out from his rut, but then again maybe just listening was what he needed most. Warrick finally brought his head back down to face his boss. Sadness was etched across his face, but in the depths of his green eyes Grissom saw a twinkle of hope and knew that his friend would find his way and regain the happiness he'd lost.

" I lucked out, you know. I always thought she deserved better than me," Grissom said, a serious expression on his face.

"Are you serious? Gris, you and Sara are a match made in heaven. She loves you for who you are, flaws and all. That's something special. Hold onto it and never ever let it- or her- go," said Warrick, who had stood up and made his way over to the desk. "So I talked to Nick and Greg about your plans, you know. Sounds like you've got quite the proposal in progress. And I meant to tell you I heard you singing the other day in the locker room... not bad, " he said with a grin. Grissom's cheeks and ears turned a dark shade of pink and he mumbled a 'thank you'. Warrick laughed and patted Grissom on the shoulder.

"Relax. Everything's gonna be just fine. You know that and I know that, so just relax. Oh, I did have a suggestion though. Nick showed me his list of things you'd said. About the notes? I think you should only leave a few and in places she'd look everyday. Getting her keys, her locker- you know, places like that. And don't make them detailed. Simple is the best way to go in this case," Warrick said with a wink.

"But-" Grissom started, but Warrick shook his head.

"No buts. Remember when you sent her that plant? Was the card filled with a story? No. It had two words, right? 'From Grissom' if I remember correctly.Keep it simple. She loves when you do little things like that, Grissom. If you need help on what to say, I'm your guy." Grissom nodded his head in agreement, remembering what she had once said to him.' I don't need fancy gifts or expensive things. Simplicity is all I need in this world. That, and you'.

He and Warrick said their good-byes and just as he was about to start on a case review, he put the folder back on his desk. Work could wait. Tonight, he was going to go home and just be with Sara.

Sometimes, it's the simplest things that matter the most.

Sorry that it took me so long to post. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I just couldn't focus long enough to write until now. Forgive me? I'll give you a cake if you do! :D