Lestrade abruptly let her hand go, fumbling with the box and holding it out to her. Anne stared at it, then at him, then back at the ring inside. She couldn't move, just staring at the box. Lestrade, fascinated by his shaking hands, fumbled again as he removed the ring before setting the box on the bench and taking her hand in his.
"Anne.." he said softly pausing until she looked at him. "Marry me?" he asked. He slipped the ring onto her finger and clutched both her hand in his, waiting. He found he suddenly couldn't breathe.