Sara and I finally set a date for our wedding. September 16th. Sara's birthday. We knew that with the way work was, we were going to need some time to plan no matter what size of a wedding we wanted to have. I had to laugh. Each and every one of my six sisters called Sara and offered to help her. I think she was glad. Growing up, each one of them dreamed of their wedding day and I think several of them had their weddings planned even before they started dating their husbands. Sara had always dreamed of science. Not to say that she isn't a stylish woman, she is. Hell, she's gorgeous. It's just that fashion and other stuff that many woman are really into, Sara just isn't. She told me that there was a part of her that never thought she'd get married. So she's glad that my sisters have offered to help. I just hope they don't overwhelm her.

I was glad that we got such a good break in our case. The DNA evidence was definitive, we know that the man we have behind bars is the perpetrator. I'm glad that Grissom and Sara and I are all feeling comfortable with each other again. But I'm really glad that I get a few days off just to spend time with Sara. I love this woman and nothing makes me happier than being with her.

After we decided when to have the wedding, we had to decide where. With my family in Texas and hers in California, we decided that everyone should just come to Vegas. The only problem with that is that Sara doesn't want glitz and glamour and quite frankly, neither do I. Thankfully, Catherine has offered to help us find a place. She is another amazing woman and one of these days one of the knuckle heads around here will finally figure that out. I could swear that Grissom and her would be the perfect couple. She doesn't take any crap off of him and calls him on the carpet, and he lets her. She also lets him see beyond her tough exterior and, hell, they spend enough time together outside of work. Wake up you two. Well some people are slower than others. Of course, then there's Warrick.

Right now I'm waiting for Sara to come over. As much as I enjoy sports, I am just not into this basketball game. Sara and Catherine went shopping for a wedding dress. A dress that I'm not supposed to see until Sara is walking down the aisle toward me on the day we get married. I chuckled. I know that there is a huge grin on my face as I think about Sara and I getting married. All of a sudden I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. I am in love with Sara Sidle and she actually wants to marry me. Wow.

I hear the door t open. I know that it's Sara. She's got Catherine behind her and they're both grinning. Something tells me that they found a dress. I get up from the couch and walk over and wrap Sara in a bear hug.

She chuckles.

I sniffle.

Catherine is looking at me curiously.

Sara pulls back and searches my face. "Hey, what's wrong, Nick?"

I smile. Does this woman have any idea how much I love her? "I'm fine, Sara. I was just thinking about how lucky I am that I get to marry you."

Catherine chuckles. "Damn, Nick, I wish a man would talk to me like that."

Sara grins at me and leans up to kiss me softly. "I'm incredibly lucky to get to marry you, Nick."

I grin at her. I glance over at Catherine for a moment and then back to Sara. "So, I'm guessing you found a dress."

Sara looked at Catherine and then back at me. "Yes, we did. But, you can't see it until we get married."

I chuckle, "My imagination is going to run overtime."

Sara raised an eyebrow at me, an expression of amusement clearly etched on her face. "Just don't do that at crime scenes."

I laughed. "Ok. I'll make a note of that, Ms. Smarty Pants."

Sara crossed her arms in front of her body. "The name's Sara. Get is straight, Stokes."

"Ok, then, Sara, is it?" I grinned at her and then glanced at Catherine who was rolling her eyes at us. "Hey, Cath, you want to stay for a while and have dinner? Warrick's coming over too."

Catherine smiled. "Oh, I need to go pick up Lindsey, but thanks anyway."

Sara turned to her. "Why don't you go pick up Lindsey and come back. Nick here makes a mean lasagna."

Catherine chuckled. "Ok, but only because Lindsey has been wanting me to cook something homemade and I haven't had time, not because she wants to see Sara's ring or anything."

Sara and I laughed. Catherine left to pick up Lindsey and I put the lasagna I had made earlier into the oven. Sara and I settled onto the couch with our arms wrapped around each other. "So, you're excited to marry me, huh?" Sara chuckled at me.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Yeah, I am. Do you have any idea how much I love you, Sara Sidle?"

Sara blushed. "Do you have any idea how much I love you, Nick Stokes?" She smiled at me.

I lean down and kiss her. Her lips taste so good. I don't think I'll ever get tired of how Sara's lips taste. In fact I can hardly wait to find out how the rest of Sara tastes, but we still haven't crossed that line yet. We haven't really talked about it, but we also haven't really had an opportunity to push the issue either with the way work has been. I chuckle to myself as Sara parts her lips and probes mine with her tongue. I know every crevice in her mouth, as she does mine. I will never tire of exploring them with my tongue. I find that my hands have a mind of their own. I hear a little moan out of Sara as my hands cup her butt and pull her against me. Our kiss has become more fervent. I feel Sara's hands tugging at the bottom of my shirt, looking for access to the skin underneath. I can feel my body responding to how close Sara is to me. I let out a moan into Sara's mouth.

We hear a knock at the door and slowly break apart, trying to catch our breaths. We know it's Warrick. I kiss her one last time before pulling myself off the couch to open the door.

Warrick raises an eyebrow at me curiously but doesn't say anything. Warrick's known me long enough to know when he's interrupted something.

Sara smiled at him and walks over to give him a hug. "Hey, War."

"The future Mrs. Stokes." Warrick chuckles.

I grin at that thought. Damn, I am the luckiest man in the world. Well, with the exception of my friend's poor timing.

Sara takes the bottle of wine Warrick offers her and takes it into the kitchen. "Catherine is going to join us for dinner. She just went to go pick up Lindsey."

"That's great. I haven't seen Lindsey in a while. She's a good kid." Warrick replies, settling himself on the couch.

Warrick doesn't know it yet, but I'm going to ask him to be my best man. He's become a good friend these last few years of working together. The best of friends actually. I wouldn't want anyone else to stand up with me when I marry Sara.