Rating: PG, but could might as well be a G.

Spoilers: Little references from S1 to S3.

Summary: Grissom, with an audience of shippers' help, asks Sara to marry him.

            I know it's weird, but just read to find out what this means. G/S RST. Humor. 

A/U: Very strange - but fun - alternate universe.

Author's Note: If you're looking for a serious fic, you'd be really disappointed. This is just a little fic I dreamed up some time ago, and then decided to put it on paper (er, sort of.) Chapter 1 has a bit of plot, while Chapter 2 is all fluff. A bit OOC – but I had to do it to make the story work.

Author's Note Part 2: Reposted to fix some errors. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Made me happy all week. ;)

Thanks to Amanda for beta-ing. The world is lucky to have a person like you living on it.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, except the bug-shaped pottery.

Of Shippers, Dandruff and Bug-Shaped Pottery

By CS-eye

Chapter I: The Plan

Gil Grissom is thinking about getting her a Valentine's Day present. It's been three years since they've been together, and he wants to make this day, this year, extra special.

She deserves it, he thinks.

*Who is she? Who is the lucky woman?* A voice asks, seeming to come from all around the room.

Grissom looks around, startled.

"The most beautiful person in the world– Sara Sidle," Grissom replies, apparently annoyed we'd think of anyone else.

"Now what in the world could I give her? I know she'll appreciate whatever I come up with… But something simple won't be enough this year".

*Something little, huh? Why don't you give her a ring, and ask her to marry you?* the shippers half-jokingly (and half-hopingly) murmur.

"Don't interrupt my thoughts! Oh, well… since you already did, that was exactly what I was planning to do, hence the term 'special'. But how did you ever guess? I wanted it to be a surprise, even to you, but since you are all so talented and smart (and seem to know everything I'm thinking) then I guess you should just help me..."

During this, Sara appears in the doorway.

"Hey Grissom, who are you talking to?" Sara asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"Oh, no one, honey.  I, uh, nothing. It's just a quote from something I read on the internet."

Sara raises and eyebrow. "Do you actually expect me to believe that?"

"Of course," Grissom confidently replies.

Sara walks closer to Grissom.

"You know me too well, Bugboy," she whispers, slipping her arms around Grissom's neck.

"Of course," Grissom says again, leaning close to Sara and kissing her.

*Aww.* some shippers sigh.

*Lucky gal!* CS-eye murmurs.

"Ahem."

Grissom and Sara pull back abruptly from each other. They turn to the doorway and find Nick Stokes standing there, with his arms folded.

"Sorry to disturb you, but there's something I need to tell you," the handsome Texan smilingly says.

"What is it?" Sara asks, as the shippers all around the cyberworld groan.

"Who's that!?" Nick looks around the room suspiciously.

"Er… That's nothing. Just uh, probably something from the garage,"  Grissom stammers.

"Pipe down!" He whispers to no one Nick and Sara can see.

*Fine, fine.*.

"Who are you talking to right now?" Nick, now totally weirded out, pushes on.

"Nick, let's get back on subject, please." Sara interjects, giving him and Grissom a weary look.

"Thank God for Sara!" a relieved and grateful Grissom sighs. He smiles inwardly, thinking how once again he is reminded how fortunate he is to have her.

"We found out who killed Jason McDonald. Greg matched Collin Brown's DNA to the DNA from the hair found on the SUV's front seat," Nick discloses, finally letting Grissom off the hook.

"Great. Call Brass, get a warrant. " Grissom says.

"Already did," Nick replies, showing off a dimpled cheek. "Hey, Sara, did you know we found dandruff on the headrest too?"

"How is that connected to the case?" Sara asks.

"I just remembered how much you hate dandruff," Nick responds, clearly amused.

"Okay, enough. I really need to go now, "Sara smiles, and playfully shoves Nick's shoulder. She gives Grissom a peck on the cheek, before finally walking out of the room.

Grissom looks at Nick pointedly.

"Hey, she was the one who touched me! I didn't touch her!" Nick teasingly remarks.

"I meant about the dandruff," Grissom replies. "Anyway, good job on the case."

"Thanks." Nick says. He gives a brief nod to his boss, and leaves.

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Grissom, all alone again, goes back to his thinking. He sits on a nearby stool, puts his hands on the table, and rests his head in them.

"Guys, you know what else Sara hates?" He asks.

*Saliva, especially spit makes her gag, doesn't it? Oh, and meat, obviously. But we never knew she didn't like dandruff that much.* We earnestly reply, eager to get Grissom talking to us again.

"Yes, she is quite 'grossed out' (or at least that's what she calls it) by those little specks of white on the human scalp. Anyway, another thing she isn't particularly fond of is the ceramic bug I gave her for Valentine's last year."

*A ceramic bug!? What kind of gift is that!?* We ask incredulously.

"Hey, it was cute… Well, at least for me. It was a heart-shaped ladybug with our names painted on it. It was as big as my fist. I told her it was as big as my heart."

*Aww… again. But still not so much a wholehearted "aww".*

*Why do you say "was"?*

"Wow, you notice everything." Grissom replies, quite amazed. "Well, it's broken now. I accidentally knocked it off a shelf when I was over at her apartment last month. She didn't seem too sad when I broke it, though…"

*snicker.*

"Hey! I'm touchy about that, you know!" Grissom remarks.

*Okay, sorry.*

*Wait.*

*We have an idea…*

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Grissom and the shippers confer for about 30 minutes.

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"Thanks! Thank you so much!  I don't know how to thank you!" Grissom exclaims.

*Don't worry. We'll think of a way.*

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