Love and Corpses

Chapter four.

I have to apologies for the late update, and for that matter the lack of corrections I've made on this chapter and previous. I'm not happy with this chapter I'm afraid I rushed it. All these things have good reason though, exams. Very important ones that determine if I get into Uni or not. However my last exam is on Monday that means after Monday I will have a lot more time for writing.

'I love these ankles… I love these calves… I love these knees …… I love these thighs…. I love'

'Gil.' She giggled.

'So we've got to plan a wedding then.' Gil smiled as he looked down at the beautiful brunette lying in his arms. He could hardly believe he was going to be allowed to hold her like this every night for the rest f his life. He smirked, as Saras mouth turned into a thoughtful frown, her lips pursing ever so slightly in a way that made him want to kiss them.

'Yeah.' Grissom noted the tone of Saras voice, something wasn't right.

'You don't sound too enthusiastic, Dear.' Sara sighed, it seemed to Grissom that she was unsure of the way he'd take what she had to say.

'Weddings always seem so fake, so, I don't know, corny.' Grissom gently placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head until she was looking in his eyes.

'Sara, this is you and me. How could it ever be fake?' Sara smiled, stretching up to briefly kiss him then settled back in his chest. Her head lying over his heart that she had come to process so fully. It only beats for you, were the unspoken words that filled Grissoms mind. She had taught him to love and he was happier than he could ever remember himself being.

'It's just, all the planning and all the trouble people go through to make thing's perfect.'

Sara looked up t see Grissom confused expression; she adored the way little winkles appeared between his eyebrows. She silently added that to the list of infinite reason she loved him along with him squeezing her fresh orange juice in the mornings and the way he said her name when they were making love.

'Weddings, or rather marriage is meant to be the perfect outward show of two peoples love for each other.' Add the conservative romanticism.

'But there planned and perfect. It's not real. Real love is not planned and it's not perfect.' Sara Sidle had never seen herself getting married. From a small child she had seen marriage as too restraining, her parents had made her think that. That was, of course until she had meet Gil and started to realise the only way too true freedom was at Gil Grisons side. However she still couldn't see herself being a traditional bride.

'So, you don't want a wedding?' Grissom sounded disappointed. Sara knew that he wouldn't be happy without some kind of symbolic show of their love, his Catholic upbringing made sure of that. There had to be some significant moment when they changed from lovers to husband and wife, and signing papers weren't going to be enough.

'I want a wedding, I just don't want it to seem too false.'

'Tell me what you want.' Sara let her imagination take control. She tried to see her in a big church with a white dress and lots of flower but it just didn't feel right. As the minutes passed the images became smaller, more simple and sedate. A slow smile crept to her face.

'I want a small church. With our friend there and no scriptures or songs just one little 'I do' and a quite meal under the stars with some music and dancing.'

'Sara, that sounds' Grissom bit his tongue to stop him saying perfect. 'It sounds beautiful.'

'Are you sure it's what you want too.' Sara asked afraid he was just agreeing to her suggestion to make her happy and although that would be sweet she wanted it to be a great day for him too.

'Can I make one slight adjustment? A few very close friends at the wedding, but I have some people I met on sabbatical and some very old friends from before I came to Vegas I'd like to Invite.'

' Okay.'

'So when?' Grissom asked.

'When what?'

'When do we get married?'

'After they forgive us.'

'What do you mean?

'The team, they'll hate us when they find out how long we've kept this from them.' Grissom looked down at her. He knew that Sara had always felt guilty that they'd kept their relationship secret from the team. He should never have insisted that they should keep it secret. It was due to his own vanity and they'd left it too late.

'They won't hate us. They won't trust us but they won't hate us.'

'So our wedding will be whenever we're sure they will actually attend our wedding.'

Grissom mind started ticking, he'd never been a practical joker but your wouldn't believe that with the thoughts that ran though his head.

'What if we get them to attend out wedding before telling them?'

'What do you mean?'

'Well….'

'Grissom, I need a word with you.'

'Take a seat Greg.'

He sat down.

'What can I help you with?'

Grissom waited for the young man to speak. He'd been acting withdrawn since the start of shift and Grissom was concerned that their dirty dozen had affected him.

'I saw something in the desert.'

'Yesterday?'

'Yeah.'

'What was it particularly that bothered you?'

Greg looked nervous. He stayed silent for a long time. Grissom felt he needed prompting.

'Did you recognise any of the victims?' He took a shot in the dark.

'No, it's nothing to do with the case.' Greg stared at the floor as he spoke. 'I saw you.'

'Sorry Greg. Your going to have to explain.' A bad feeling was creeping its way into Grissoms stomach.

'I saw you and Sara.' Grissoms eyebrows raised and his mouth dropped. It was just what he suspected but for once he had been hoping his suspicions were wrong. He lowered his head and joined his fingers his brain strung together a plan at speed. He'd have to bring in Greg to his plan. The problem being that the likelihood for Greg keeping his mouth shut was slim. However much a threat the young man was though he was sure if Greg knew he was the only one in on the secret he would see it as a game and could be help.

'Greg, can you keep a secret?' Grissom said lowering his voice despite their not being anybody around to hear them.

'Grissom, If your going to ask me to keep your and Saras relationship secret, to tell the truth I don't know if I can.'

'Greg, hear me out. I'm only asking you to keep this secret for four days.'

'Why only four days.'

'Because in four days time I'm going to marry Sara Sidle.'

Greg looked blank. He looked like he was in too much shock to respond. Grissom smiled slightly.

'Greg? I'm marrying Sara.'

Words finally worked their way to Gregs mouth. 'What?'

'I said, I am marrying Sara Sidle.'

'Pardon?'

'Greg, it doesn't matter how many times you ask it the answer is always going to be the same. I am marrying Sara Sidle in four days time. I'm not sure what it was you saw yesterday but it was either before during or after I proposed.'

It took Greg a moment to understand but things were starting to sink in. 'When I saw the tow of you umm…'

'Lets go for kissing.' Grissom felt slightly embarrassed, he was not one for public displays of affection, too him, their affection for each other was private and intimate.

'Yeah that, you had just proposed to Sara. Which is why she kissed you.'

'Yes.' He decided not to point out that she had kissed him plenty of times for reasons other than him proposing.

'Isn't that a little out of the blue? I mean you proposing too Sara when you two aren't even dating.'

Grissom raised his eyebrows. He couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at his young prodigy. He was following the evidence yet still arriving at the wrong conclusions.'

'You were dating.'

'Yes, well actually we're living together now.'

'You and Sara are living together?'

'Yes, we even have a dog.'

Greg raised his eyebrows. 'You and Sara have a dog together? Man that's serious. How long?'

'How long have we been living together?'

'No, how long have you been together? I mean is this quite a new development? A few months right?'

'Do you think we'd be getting married if we had only bee together a few months?'

'Well, you are getting older.'

'Greg, me and Sara have been in a relationship for over a year.' The convocation was entering into dangerous territory. Grissom didn't know how he was going to explain his motives to Greg, he hardly understood himself.

'Why didn't you tell us?'

'Greg,'

'You've been hiding it on purpose.'

'Greg, me and Sara are very private people.'

'That's no excuse, I mean this affects the entire team.'

'Greg, I have been careful to show no favouritism to Sara. I will do my best to make sure that our marriage will not affect the team in any way.'

'Why did you keep it from us Gil, and don't tell me it was out of an over zealous sense of privacy.'

'I was afraid that if Sara ever rejected me I'd have to face the embarrassment and sympathies of the team.'

'You were insecure?'

'Yes.'

'For the entire year you and Sara have been together?'

Grissom took a deep breath. 'No, the longer Sara and I kept it secret the harder it became to tell everybody and I'll remind you not to call me Gil.'

Greg sighed he looked down at the floor.

'I don't know what to say.'

'I'm sorry, we should have told you. I can understand if you're angry with me but please understand, this was my choice. Sara just went along, she never wanted to keep our relationship secret. Please, don't be angry with her.'

Greg looked up at him, shocked.

'You really love her, don't you?'

Grissom felt embarrassed. The younger man was staring at him intently. Grissom had never been good at talking about his feelings. He had only just admitted to Sara his feeling for her to admit them to Greg was even harder.

'Yes.'

'Shit you and Sara are getting married.' Greg started laughing. 'Man I can't believe it.' He stood up. 'Give me a hug man!'

'No.' Grissom was secretly pleased that the mans displeasure with him hadn't lasted long although he expected the rest of the team members to take longer to recover. Greg had always been laid back.

'Ah come on it's not everyday you get married.'

'Keep your voice down.'

'Oh, okay. Wait, your getting married in four days but you want me to keep it secret from the rest of the team?'

'Yes.'

'Your getting married in four days and your not going to tell them?'

'That's right.'

'We're not invited.'

'Your all invited Greg.'

'I'm officially confused.'

'Sara and I have booked a small chapel out on the outskirts of town. It's a quite secluded place far away from all the out of Towner's wanting a Vegas wedding.'

'So no Star wars wedding?'

'No, just a quite little chapel. It's going to be a small and classy ceremony followed by a meal with friends.'

'So how are you going to get the team to the chapel without telling them your getting married.'

'With your help. We're going to call in the whole team including Brass, David and the Doctor to the chapel on pretence that it's a crime scene. The lab techs are going to be harder. I was thinking that I could appeal to their egos and tell them I need fresh eyes, as it's a confusing case. Or perhaps you can suggest another way?'

'I'll tell them it's a party.'

'Will that work?'

'I can make it work.'

'Okay. Greg, I don't need to tell you how important it is for me and Sara to have you all there.'

'Don't worry, you can trust me.'

'Thanks Greg.' Grissom felt a strong relief; the encounter hadn't been as bad as he expected it to be. Though he hated to admit it planning a wedding in four days was hard. He was glad he had Gregs help. He felt a strong affection for the young man and felt that he could draw him further into his confidence.

'Greg, there's one more thing before you go back to work. I'm trying to track down Saris brother.'

'Sara has a brother?'

'Yes, she hasn't seen him since she was a child. I can't go into too much detail but he was put into the foster system, I have four days to track him down and get him to our wedding.

So I'm not happy with this chapter, are you? Next chapter i will make sure to include more info on the two cases.