Disclaimers: Not mine, never will be. Evil, huh?

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Author's Note: Well, here we are, I am SO SORRY this took soooo long but my keyboard BROKE!!!! None of the bottom letters, keys or escape or enter worked. They don't work too good now but I'm using that annoying 'on- screen' keyboard. AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!

Poor Catherine and Grissom.

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Chapter 6

A light breeze ruffled Grissom's hair as he knelt down next to the freshly dug grave. Preferring to say goodbye on his own, he had waited until the funeral party had left. Flowers around him danced in the wind and the grass rippled slightly. Birds flew gracefully in the sky, performing their perfected routine.

Grissom ran his hand over the stone, his fingers gently tracing the letters. Tears fell down his face as all of the memories came flooding back. She had grown up into such a wonderful person; the smile on her face could light the darkest corner of his day. But now, now he had to live the rest of his life without her, he had evaded his feelings for so long, but now he would never be able to tell her.

Gruesome Grissom. For a person that had chosen a career closely linked with death and murder, it surprised him how much emotion he could actually feel. When he found out that Helena had died, the pain that ripped through his heart was unbearable. The pain now was possibly even worse.

A hand came to rest on Grissom's shoulder and he looked round.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Catherine stepped forward and drew him into a hug. She turned to the gravestone.

"Helena Grissom Beloved daughter, wife, mother and friend. We will never forget you.

Jennifer Grissom

May you be forever in our hearts."

"Jennifer Grissom?"

"Yeah. I- I explained what had happened to the friends of the family. They thought, since her foster parents are dead and she's really my daughter, that she should have my last name," he said quietly.

"So you told them? About everything?" she asked, softly.

"Yeah. They were glad this whole thing has stopped now. So," he said, his voice becoming brighter. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am," she said, as she leaned into Grissom and rested her head on his chest. "I went for my check up and the doctors say I should be returning to work soon. I need to get back, staying at home is driving me crazy. Lindsay has been sleeping round at her friends the last couple of nights. For the first week she wouldn't leave me on my own. I love her to bits, but she needed to see her friends."

A silence followed, as Grissom carried on looking at the grave, lost in his thoughts.

"Gil?"

"You know, I was thinking about contacting her. Seeing how she was. I couldn't bring myself to do it though. and now."

"Gil, you can't blame yourself-"

"But-"

"Gil. You are not to blame. It is not your fault. I can't seem to get it through to you that it is not your fault. Listen to me Gil."

He nodded slightly then led her to the Tahoe. Catherine winced slightly as she got in, her ribs still bruised.

"What's that?" She pointed to a purple box on the back seat.

"They gave it to me before they left. It's full of Jessica's diaries and photos."

The rest of the drive back to Grissom's apartment was in silence until he pulled up the driveway.

"Fine, you not taking me home then?"

"I thought you might want to keep me company," Grissom said with a small smile.

"Good Lord, I've heard it all. Gil Grissom wanting company."

"Not just any company. Your company."

Catherine returned the smile and they made their way inside. The next few hours saw them curled up on the floor together, various photographs and books strewn about them.

"17th August 2002

"It was mom's birthday today. I felt like I had to do something, anything to celebrate it for her. I didn't tell anyone about this because I know they'll think I'm stupid or something, but I went to the store and bought a little cake and some candles and went to her grave. I stayed there for ages, on my own, and got bollocked when I got back-"

"Quite the little angel," Catherine interjected.

"-but it was worth it. I've been thinking about my real parents a lot lately. Since they told me all about what happened and the shooting I can't help but wonder how hard it was on him. If I got home to find my husband dead and my baby in danger then I don't know what I would do. I know it wouldn't be good. Or legal for that matter, but that's beside the point. It just makes me think that maybe he's not such a bad guy after all.

"I wonder what he's like. I have photos but they don't do him justice-"

"I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing," Grissom pondered, whilst Catherine attempted to stifle her laughter.

"- but from what I've been told he was a really nice guy, intelligent and everything, and it makes me want to meet him. I think. I don't know, I don't think I have the guts to see him, but if I do pluck up the courage, I don't think I'll be disappointed."

Catherine turned to Grissom and smiled up at him.

"I know she wouldn't have been disappointed." She rested herself on Grissom's chest and sighed as Grissom curled his arms around her, both smiling in the comfortable silence.

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Catherine arranged the bouquet of flowers on the grave and stood up, her fingers immediately finding Gil's. It was six months after the funeral and everything had settled down. Grissom had talked with the CSIs and explained everything properly and, thankfully, they had been extremely supportive and understanding. They also deduced that he and Catherine were together and took it well. It benefited them all if Grissom was happy, and even Sara - though rather reluctantly - accepted that they were perfect for each other.

"What are you thinking about?" Catherine asked.

"Us," he answered simply. She raised her eyebrow at him and he knew he had to elaborate. He took her hands in his and continued, "Catherine, I have known you for so long now and I can't imagine my life without you. When you were lying on that hospital bed I felt so lost and helpless and I realised I don't want to ever let you go. Catherine," he said, reaching his hand into his pocket. He brought out a black, velvet box and opened it. The sunlight reflected off the diamond casting small rainbows over Catherine's white top. "Will you make me the happiest guy in the world and be my wife?"

Catherine looked from Grissom, to the ring, back to Grissom and then around them. "Of all the romantic and not very romantic things you've ever done, you had to propose to me in a graveyard?" Grissom bowed his head, disappointment, embarrassment and self-disgust flaring up inside him. "It just shows you how much I love you, doesn't it. Yes, Gil, I would love to be your wife." Grissom looked up in time to see her ecstatic face before he was enveloped in a huge hug. They embraced and kissed, their passion and love for each other unrivalled, then Grissom slid the ring on Catherine's finger. They kissed and held each other's hand as they made their way back to the Tahoe.

"When do you want to tell everyone?" Catherine inquired. "Do you want to wait a while before we spill our secret or shall we tell them straight away?"

"I think they're still a bit shocked from the last time I told them one of my 'secrets'," Gil said dryly. "Besides, I want to have you all to my self first."

Catherine grinned back mischievously. "Okay, wait it is."

When they reached the labs they shared a quick kiss and Catherine admired the ring one last time before lacing it onto one of her necklaces and tucking it inside her top.

"You do realise," Catherine said as they entered the building, "that they will find out one way or another by the end of next week."

"By the end of this week if we're not careful," Grissom replied, then continued with a slight smile, "but who wants to be careful?"

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Catherine couldn't concentrate on the report and was absent-mindedly tapping her pen on the table. Grissom was sat opposite her, engrossed with his work like always. She sighed and threw her pen on the table.

"What's up?" Grissom asked. He saw her throw a quick glance at Sara who was typing away frantically on her laptop.

"It's just-" She frowned and shrugged at Grissom.

"Are you- Are you having second thoughts?" he signed, careful not to attract Sara's attention.

"No!" she signed back, face aghast.

"Then what's up?"

"It's just that I think we should have the wedding soon. I want to look good, after all."

"Catherine, what do you mean, you'll look good no matter what. You always do."

"There's a limit to how radiant you can look in a wedding dress when you're pregnant."

Grissom's hands fell into his lap and a questioning look crossed his face, followed by realisation that soon melted into pleasure. "I'm going to be a father? We're having a baby?"

Catherine rolled her eyes but allowed herself a smile. "And you're supposed to be a genius. God help the baby. Yes Gil, you're going to be a daddy."

"I think it's time we should tell everyone, don't you."

Catherine nodded and watched as he went to collect the team and couldn't help but laugh at the stupid grin stuck on his face. She rubbed her stomach gently and a contented sigh escaped her. The paperwork could wait.

The CSIs, Greg and Brass were assembled again, each slightly worried at what the news was this time. They were reassured when Catherine joined Grissom at the front, both sporting bright grins, their fingers interlocked.

"Okay, after the last news I brought, I think I should get straight to the point," Grissom said. "Catherine and I are going to get married."

Silence followed this statement, the team gaping at the couple. They all suddenly broke out in congratulations and Greg cheered.

"I'm gonna be an Uncle!" The group turned to Greg who shrugged. "What? First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby's carriage." The room exploded into laughter.

"Right, Greg, whatever," Nick laughed.

"Actually, Gil," Catherine said, suppressing a smile. "Who are we going to have as Godparents?" The room fell silent again and Grissom snaked his arm around his wife-to-be.

"I don't know. Is it safe to leave this lot near children?" Grissom said, keeping his face blank.

"Especially ours." Catherine laughed and her hands came to rest where the baby was forming inside of her. She leaned into Gil when his hands rested on top of hers. "Yup, were gonna have a baby too."

The team rushed forward and they shared a huge hug together.

"Congratulations, and don't scare us like this again," Brass said as he turned to leave.

"Yeah, no more surprises," Warrick said as he and Nick left.

"Congratulations. You two deserve each other."

"Thanks, Sara," Catherine smiled. "Greg, are you alright?"

"I'm great." He bounded forward, a huge grin on his face. "I knew it. I knew you were up to something." He patted Catherine's stomach and she shared a shocked look with Grissom as he ran from the room.

"That went well."

"Thankfully."

They walked out of the break room to the sound of Greg's voice down the corridor.

"Hey, Nicky-boy. Pay up. You owe me thirty bucks!"

~ Fin

Well, there it is. :-)

I just had to put that Greg bit in - I was listening to Stupefy by Disturbed at the time and it always reminds me of Greg being his music and all, plus the lyrics "microscope on reality".

Thank you to everyone that's read. I apologise profusely for my damn keyboard (which still doesn't actually work properly.)

I might do a quick-glance-to-the-future epilogue. depends how many reviews I get.

Go on, make a crazy girl happy and review or I'll hunt you down and hurt you with my pack of spoons. (Dear God, I've been reading too much Fan Fics.)