Sorry for updating, was away on holidays for a little bit. Anyway, this i8s then end. I want to thank all of you who reviewed, cms4eva, Suzie Rose, blu3crush, stloiuegal and Shadowchaser56. Love you guys! Anyway, the time has come. Hope you like this. So the story was set in season TWO so ten years later is season TWELVE! And Warrick's not dead btw... I just put in all the charecters I could think of! Except for Weny, THERE IS NO Wendy. Because Greg was the DNA tech so there was no room for her! Sorry Wendy! Hope this ending is okay. Reviews would be appreciated!

EPILOGUE...TEN YEARS LATER...

It had been a long day. And it was late now. But they both knew that they were not about to leave. They would be among the last to go home. The song ended, and people rose from their seats to the dance floor to find a partner as Madonna's "Crazy For You" began to sound from the speakers. But they didn't need to. They didn't even need to move. Because they'd been together the whole night.

Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one

"May I have this dance Mrs Sanders?" Greg asked, despite the fact that he had been dancing with her for the past hour.

"Why of course you may Mr. Sanders." Sara replied, giggling at his attempt at a curtesy.

She moved into his arms and they slowly began to sway to the song. "You know," she told him, "it's the female that's supposed to curtesy."

"Well it's way more fun than bowing, and I don't get why girls get to have all the fun." Greg reasoned.

"Good point. Should I be bowing?" Sara asked.

"If you want to." Greg smiled. She shrugged and broke away for a moment, so she could bow down.

"Thank you." He laughed, grabbing her arms and pulling her back into his embrace.I see you through the smokey air
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that

It was funny how different they both looked. How different to ten years ago. Sara's hair was much longer now, past her shoulders. It was still chestnut brown, and she had curled a few strands of it at the front, framing her face. She was wearing make-up, more so than she normally would. Greg had ditched the Hawaiin shirt and jeans. He wore black suit trousers, a crisp white shirt and a black blazer. The bright red tie with squirrels on it was the only indication of his crazy personality. His hair for once, did not have any hair gel in it, and he let the sandy blonde locks flop down onto his face. He wore on his feet black vans, because Warrick wouldn't let him wear his red ones, and Sara's wore pink heels, which, while not nearly as high as Catherines, were definitely more comfortable. She wore no jewelry aside from her engagement and wedding rings, and Greg had finally been persuaded to take off his Spongebob squarepants watch, for these things were not the correct attire fir a formal event like a wedding.I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

She rested her head on his chest, not needing to join the other couples in their elaborate dance moves, just being together was all they ever needed. It was funny, she could hear his heart beating through his chest. For any other person, the heart is a symbol of love, but to somebody as scientific as Sara, hearing his heartbeat meant something even more amazing, they were alive. It was beating slowly and steadily, and she knew that hers was keeping in time with it. Because even though she was a scientific person, Sara believed that your heartbeat slowed down to match that of the person you were in love with. And she realized she had never loved anybody more than Greg.

He smiled as she rested her head on his chest, taking in her familiar scent, vanilla and apples and something he was never quite sure of, but knew that it was completely and uniquely Sara.

He knew that Sidle scent. The music continued to play as though it would never stop, and Greg could feel her heart beating against his chest. Beating in time with his. It was funny how true this music was. Because he really was crazy for her.Trying hard to control my heart
I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye we meet, no word at all

Out of the corner of his eye, Greg could see all the other couples on the dance floor. Grissom, back from Costa Rica or wherever it was he was teaching now, dancing with somebody that they hadn't even recognized at first, she looked so different. It was amazing how well Lady Heather could clean up, almost as much as the fact that rule-following, do-it-by-the-book, Gil Grissom could end up with former dominatrix turned sex therapist turned guidance counselor Lady Heather. Not that he still called her that. But she would always be Lady Heather to them.

Archie had brought Alexa and was now dancing with her, the girl who he sent post-its and hersheys kissed to for almost six years before finally plucking up the courage to ask her out. She said yes, of course. Hodges was dancing with Morgan, and grinning like a maniac over her shoulder at that fact. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she looked like she was having a ball. Greg smiled at Henry dancing with Mandy, both of them awkwardly embracing each other, and tripping over each others feet. Archie made a wolf whistle in their direction and they both blushed a little, but continued dancing together. Warrick and Tina were swaying silently to the music, alongside Ray and Gloria, who had come back from Baltimore for this event. Gloria had been getting better. Slowly, but surely. At the other side of the room, D.B. Russel and his wife were dancing, and it made Greg laugh to think of the long conversation between the two supervisors, past and present, as they tried to find some common ground other than dead people. And then there was Catherine and Nick, in each others arms, swaying silently back and forth.

Slowly now we begin to move
Every breath I'm deeper into you
Soon we two are standing still in time
If you read my mind, you'll see

"To be honest," Greg began "I never really thought this day would come."

"Ten years it took us." Sara agreed.

"But we did it in the end." Greg reminded her.

"Yes. Because there's nothing why can't do if we do it together." Sara smiled.

"Did you get that from a movie?" Greg asked her.

"Maybe." Sara grinned.

"Mommy, Cecelia pinched me!" a loud voice interrupted, as a little girl with sandy blonde hair ran upto Sara.

"Daddy, Maryssa pinched me first!" another girl yelled, running over to Greg.

"Ssshhhh. It's alright. Look, we're here to have a good time. Just make up." Sara smiled at her two daughters.

"Fine. Sorry Maryssa." Cecelia offered.

"Sorry Cecelia." Maryssa echoed.

"Good girls. Now why don't you go see if there's any of those cupcakes left?" Greg suggested.

"Yay cupcakes!" they chorused.

And with that they were gone, skipping along hand in hand, the troubles of the moment before completely forgotten. The new dresses they had bought the seven year old and five year old for the wedding were already stained with beef stroganoff, pork marinade, chocolate sauce, buttercream icing, and the grass they'd been rolling in with Nick nieces and nephews earlier on.

I'm crazy for you

Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

Abd then it was time for the toasts. After several incredibly boring ones that had all the children and Greg yawning, it was Warricks turn. He told some funny stories about all the good times he and the groom had shared together as CSI's, and what a good couple they made. Everybody cheered. Then it was Nick's turn. There was a lot of incredibly boring thanking everybody for coming, saying he hoped they enjoyed it, as well as some joke about Warrick's toast.

"And most of all, we have to thank Greg and Sara over there. Two of my best friends and they make such an amazing couple themselves. They got married eight years ago and have since divided their time between each other, their two beautiful daughters over there, the lab and trying to set me and Catherine Willows up. And it finally paid off, we wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for you. All I have to say is, if me and Catherine are half as happy as you two after eight years of marriage, we'll count ourselves the luckiest people in the world. And finally, a toast to my beautiful bride, Catherine Willows."

It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you
And you know it's true
I'm crazy, crazy for you

Greg had to make a toast too of course, as did Sara, the maid of honour. When the cheering finally subsided, the music came on again. Greg and Sara drifted into each others arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Because to them, it was. Greg was faintly aware of Cecelia and Maryssa sqealing while partaking in some sort of crazy version of ring-a-ring-a-rosies with Nick's nieces, Archie making fun of Mandy and Wendy, Hodges attempting to talk to Morgan without making an ass of himself. He could just hear Warrick, D.B. and Ray talking to their wives, as well as Grissom and Lady Heather. And he felt Catherine and Nick behind him, dancing with each other, surrounded by all the people taking pictures of the just-married couple. But none of that stuff really mattered (don't tell his children he said that) because in the end, it was him and Sara. And, he supposed, Maryssa and Cecelia. It was friendship. Family. Love.

I'm crazy for you...

TWO MONTHS EARLIER...

Conrad Ecklie didn't like these family outings. But his ex-wife sure loved to pull the whole "I took Mroagn, your only daughter, the least you can do is look after Peter and Derek for a day now and again." If that was even their names. Anyway, today he'd been roped into taking the two toddlers to some new theme park in Vegas. And he obviously couldn't go on any of the rides. Or show his face very well to the public. The press would be there in seconds, asking the undersheriffs opinion of every murder, rape, assault, robbery and scraped knee in Vegas. So now he was just lurking, waiting to find the photograph of the two kids on the rollercoaster. One of those stupid cameras that took a photo of each car as it went down and splashed into the water. While he was viewing them, one in particular caught his eye.

Was that? Sanders And Sidle? As in his CSI's? They were holding hands. That was weird. And there was something familiar about those two kids in front of them. That sandy blonde hair, chocolate eyes, they were like mini-female versions of Greg himself. What the hell was going on?

He was interrupted by his daughter, leading her two step brothers into the photo room.

"Hey Dad." She said. "watcha doing?"

"Just looking at….. at…" he stuttered, gesturing towards the photo.

"Greg and Sara? And Cecelia and Maryssa?" Morgan guessed.

"That's what those two kids are called?" he asked, wondering how she knew.

"Yeah?"

"How do you know that?"

"They've been in at the lab a few days. And I see them whenever I go over to Greg and Sara's place."

Greg AND Sara's place? Those two shared an aparment? And from what she was saying, it sounded like they were their kids. Sanders had been sleeping with Sidle? How did he not know what was going on with his team?

"Dad, did you not know Greg and Sara were together?" Morgan asked him, the look on her face one of pure surprise.

"Together as in…..?"

"Married. For the last seven years?"

"And those are…?"

"Their children. Maryssa's four, Cecelia's six. Did you honestly not know?"

"Nobody told me?"

"And are you blind?"

"What?"

"They're always all over each other. One time I caught them practically doing it in the layout room. It's pretty gross, but kinda cute too."

Morgan had only been at the lab a month. How did she know things he didn't? Heck, he was the undersherrif, had been a long time. And he'd been at that lab longer than Sidle and Sanders put together. Was he blind?

"Did you know that Nick proposed to Catherine last week?" she asked him.

Stokes and Willows too? Next thing he knows, somebody might tell him that Gil Grissom had gone back to that dominatrix Helen or something. Or that Warrick and his ex-wife had worked out their differences or something. Maybe his own daughter was dating someone? Maybe he was actually still married himself? And how did his daughter know everything? Maybe he should ask her how she did it. How she knew. If it was just her, or if there was something wrong with him. Maybe he should ask her if there was anything else going on behind his totally oblivious back. Or maybe not.

"No." he said instead.

"Wake up dad." She laughed. And Ecklie laughed along with her. But as soon as she turned away to get the photo of her two step brothers developed, the smile slipped off his face. Conrad Ecklie ran his fingers through his rapidly disappearing hair and sighed. He couldn't help but wonder: did he really know anything that was going on in his lab?

Sorry for that randomness with Ecklie, just wanted to end on a funny note because this was a opretty lighthearted story. Not that it's that funny, but still, whatever. If you liked, review!