Title: Taking the Cake Authors: Geek and Peggie Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: None Pairing: G/Original Character, C/W, N/OC, G/OC Disclaimers: Yeah, yeah, we know we still don't own them......but we have fun with them anyway! Thanks: Heidi for Beta-ing (She's the best!). Grissom's Girl for inspiring it!



The day before........

"Why would you marry someone you don't love? For security, companionship? Surely you can have those things without a legally-binding contract, Heather. Why marry this guy?" Ruth seemed truly puzzled.

It was hard to explain just why she felt the need to do this without revealing more than she wanted Ruth to know. More than she wanted anyone to know. That Grissom had found out was bad enough. At least he didn't hold it against her. He'd become her willing co-conspirator in the matter. Repayment, she supposed, for their several years of friendship and free self analysis. Heather chuckled at the thought. When he'd shown up at her door investigating a murder, no one could have predicted the friendship that developed. In many ways she was as socially handicapped as he was. Cocktail conversation and small talk usually revolved around a person's professional life - it was a little off-putting for people to discover her "occupation". With Gil Grissom it didn't matter. He saw her as a person, apart from her professional persona, and enjoyed her companionship. They had fallen into a comfortable routine of dinner and conversation, with an occasional concert or movie. And while she certainly cared for him, it was not love on either one's part.

So, why was she marrying him?

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The morning after....

Nick slowly opened the door to Grissom's bedroom and stepped inside, trying not to look towards the large bed in the center of the room. He quietly opened the nearest drawer and began his search for clothes. A few minutes later he was on his way downstairs with boxers, jeans, a sweatshirt and shoes. Walking into the kitchen, he tossed the items down on the chair next to Grissom, grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat back down at the table. His boss sat very still, his head in his hands, the light flashing from the gold band on his finger.

"Well, Gris. Might as well get it dumped on you all at once." Nick's Texas twang was much more obvious than usual. "The lovely lady currently occupying your bed is indeed the girl from the cake. You two seemed to hit it off really well last night. So I guess it seemed like a good idea after a few dozen drinks, to visit the Little Chapel on the Strip and tie the knot. I believe you said something like, 'If it feels right, you should do it!'"

Grissom moaned. "And none of you thought to stop me?" His bleary-eyed gaze traveled from Nick to Greg and then back to Nick. "Who else was there, Nick?" Grissom's voice was barely a whisper.

"Well, " Greg said with a grin, "Us, obviously," at Grissoms glare he just grinned wider, " and of course Warrick, and Brass. and Doc Robbins too. You did say something about wanting the girls there too, but Warrick persuaded you they wouldn't want to be woken in the middle of the night."

"Yeah" Nick smirked, " I think Warrick was just making sure he got to go home to a warm bed last night."

" So" asked Grissom, his voice muffled as he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, " why? Why did you let me do it? How the hell do I explain this to Heather?!"

Standing up Nick gave him a pat on the back, " That you are going to have to figure out all by yourself. As for why we didn't stop you? We were having way too much fun, and you weren't the only one who had too much to drink. You should have seen the state Doc was in, he and Brass, man can those guys knock it back!"

Greg nodded, " We had to practically lift them into the taxi. You think you feel bad? I'd hate to be either of them this morning."

" We have to head off now Gris. Why don't you take that lovely new wife of yours breakfast in bed." And so saying, Nick grabbed Greg's arm pulling him down the hallway, and out of the door, slamming it on their way out.