Sara sat at the break room table sipping a cup of coffee. Shift wasn't set
to begin for another hour, but she really didn't want to sit at home any
longer. She and Nick had grabbed a quick breakfast at the hotel before
loading the SUV and heading back to Vegas. In the comfort of the vehicle
and with Nick holding her hand most of the drive, she fell into a deep
sleep. She glanced up at the clock and chuckled. Nick was probably still
sleeping. He had dropped her off and they had shared several long deep
kisses before she had made him go home and get a few hours of sleep before
work. She wondered silently if she should call him, but decided against
it. If anyone walked in while they were talking, there was no way she
would be able to suppress her grin. She didn't want anyone to have help
guessing what had transpired between them over the weekend. They were just
going to have to figure it out on their own.
She glanced at her hand and grinned. She still could not believe that Nick
had actually proposed to her. And on one knee at that. The ring really
was spectacular and she couldn't help but stare at it.
Her cell phone rang. She glanced at the display before she answered it and a smile spread across her face. "I was just thinking about you." She giggled.
"Oh, really." Nick sounded sleepy. "I was thinking about you too."
"I was thinking about calling to see if you were awake." Sara knew that if anyone walked into the break room at that moment they would know she was in love with someone.
"Where are you?" Nick sounded like he was stretching.
"At work." She chuckled.
Nick laughed. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Because I'm a damn fine dedicated CSI, that's why." She couldn't help but giggle.
"I can't wait to see you." Nick's voice had a hint of longing in it.
"Me too." Sara grinned. "Hurry up and get here."
"I love you." There was a lot of emotion in his voice.
"I love you too." Sara replied in earnest.
"Ok, I'll see you in a few minutes." Nick hung up.
"Don't speed." Sara chided, but he'd already ended the call. She let out a sigh and tried to concentrate on the forensics journal sitting in front of her as she sipped her coffee. She was in the middle of an article when Warrick sauntered in.
"Hey, girl." Warrick smiled at her.
Sara grinned. "Hi."
"Did Nick behave himself at your friend's wedding?" Warrick had the 'big brother' face on.
Sara could tell that he was concerned that perhaps Nick had hit on some of her friends when he was supposed to be there to escort her to the wedding. She chuckled. "He was a perfect gentleman, Warrick."
Warrick nodded and walked over to get himself a cup of coffee. He sat down at the table diagonally from her and raised a curious eyebrow at her. "What are you reading?"
She glanced up. "Oh, it's an article on advances in DNA." She took a sip from her coffee and set the open journal down on the table.
Catherine walked purposefully into the break room and headed directly for the coffee. "Hey, Sara, how was your friend's wedding?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She grinned. She was pretty sure none of them would believe what had transpired that weekend. She kept her left hand under the table, resting it on her leg.
Catherine chuckled and took a sip from her coffee and came and sat down directly across from Sara. "Try me, we live in Vegas, remember?"
Sara smiled. "Well, let's see. I got drunk at the bachelorette party." She turned the page of the journal, scanning the page.
Catherine glanced at Warrick. "That I would have liked to have seen."
Sara continued. "I threw up on Nick." She glanced up at Warrick and Catherine and smiled.
Warrick sputtered on his coffee. "Damn. I bet he was pissed."
Sara shook her head and turned her attention back to the forensics journal. "No, like I said, he was a perfect gentleman."
"How much did you drink, Sidle?" Warrick queried her.
Sara chuckled. "You know, I lost count after the fourth drink. Chloe and Kelly kept filling them. I don't think they wanted me to leave the party."
"How was the actual wedding?" Catherine inquired taking another sip of her coffee.
"Let's see, one of the candle lighters knocked over the candelabras. The bridesmaids' stiletto heels kept sinking in the sand. One of them actually sprained her ankle. And the flower girl decided to fling flower petals into the faces of the guests after pitching a major fit." Sara chuckled as she remembered the scene. "Oh, but the rest of the wedding was fine. Chloe and Ben looked really happy."
Catherine laughed. "I hope they video taped it. Did they do the bouquet toss?"
Sara smiled. "Yeah, they did." She glanced back down to the forensics journal.
Catherine deadpanned. "You caught it, didn't you?"
Sara chuckled. "More like Chloe threw it at me."
"I bet Nick found that amusing." Warrick quipped.
"Actually, he caught the garter." Sara continued not looking at either one of them.
Catherine started to laugh. "I would have paid money to have seen that."
Sara smiled as she heard footsteps approaching. She glanced up as Nick walked into the break room. Her smiled widened into a grin as he walked in.
Nick's grin was just as large as he walked over to the coffee machine to fill a cup. "Hey."
"Nick." Warrick greeted.
"Hi, Nicky." Catherine smiled at him. "Sara was just telling us that you caught the garter."
"Yes, I did." His grin widened as he sat down next to Sara. A fact that did not go unnoticed by Warrick and Catherine.
However, what happened next really caught their attention.
Sara absentmindedly reached up and brushed a piece of her hair that had fallen into her eyes behind her ear with her left hand. A simple gesture, but when the diamond in her ring caught the light from the fluorescent bulbs that lit the room, Catherine gasped.
"What is that on your hand?!" There was disbelief in Catherine's voice.
Nick tried to swallow his grin as Sara just extended her hand out into the middle of the table. As casually as possible she tried to answer Catherine's question. She couldn't keep the grin off of her face. "Uh, it's a ring, Catherine."
Catherine grabbed her hand and with her mouth hanging open she just stared at Sara. "Where did you get it?"
Warrick just sat there shaking his head. The pieces were sliding nicely together. From the satisfied grins on both of there faces he knew damn well where that ring had come from, he just couldn't believe it.
Nick raised an eyebrow and leaned over to look closely at the ring. "Looks like it's from Tiffany's." He glanced up at Sara meeting her eyes and grinning.
"What's from Tiffany's?" Grissom walked in ready to hand out assignments with Greg in tow and noticed the strange expressions on the rest of the night shift's faces.
"Sara's ring." Catherine replied, still looking a bit dumbfounded.
Greg looked flustered. "What ring?"
Sara held up her hand and wiggled her fingers. "This one."
"That's your left hand." Greg sputtered in disbelief.
Sara nodded and glanced around the table with amusement. "See I always knew Greg would make a great CSI."
Grissom glanced around the room. He furrowed his brow trying to fathom the situation. If Sara was wearing a diamond ring on her left hand, that only meant one thing. He looked confused. "Who, who gave it to you?"
Sara couldn't restrain her grin any longer and looked over at Nick who was smiling just as widely as she was. "Nick." Then she leaned in a softly kissed him.
Her cell phone rang. She glanced at the display before she answered it and a smile spread across her face. "I was just thinking about you." She giggled.
"Oh, really." Nick sounded sleepy. "I was thinking about you too."
"I was thinking about calling to see if you were awake." Sara knew that if anyone walked into the break room at that moment they would know she was in love with someone.
"Where are you?" Nick sounded like he was stretching.
"At work." She chuckled.
Nick laughed. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Because I'm a damn fine dedicated CSI, that's why." She couldn't help but giggle.
"I can't wait to see you." Nick's voice had a hint of longing in it.
"Me too." Sara grinned. "Hurry up and get here."
"I love you." There was a lot of emotion in his voice.
"I love you too." Sara replied in earnest.
"Ok, I'll see you in a few minutes." Nick hung up.
"Don't speed." Sara chided, but he'd already ended the call. She let out a sigh and tried to concentrate on the forensics journal sitting in front of her as she sipped her coffee. She was in the middle of an article when Warrick sauntered in.
"Hey, girl." Warrick smiled at her.
Sara grinned. "Hi."
"Did Nick behave himself at your friend's wedding?" Warrick had the 'big brother' face on.
Sara could tell that he was concerned that perhaps Nick had hit on some of her friends when he was supposed to be there to escort her to the wedding. She chuckled. "He was a perfect gentleman, Warrick."
Warrick nodded and walked over to get himself a cup of coffee. He sat down at the table diagonally from her and raised a curious eyebrow at her. "What are you reading?"
She glanced up. "Oh, it's an article on advances in DNA." She took a sip from her coffee and set the open journal down on the table.
Catherine walked purposefully into the break room and headed directly for the coffee. "Hey, Sara, how was your friend's wedding?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She grinned. She was pretty sure none of them would believe what had transpired that weekend. She kept her left hand under the table, resting it on her leg.
Catherine chuckled and took a sip from her coffee and came and sat down directly across from Sara. "Try me, we live in Vegas, remember?"
Sara smiled. "Well, let's see. I got drunk at the bachelorette party." She turned the page of the journal, scanning the page.
Catherine glanced at Warrick. "That I would have liked to have seen."
Sara continued. "I threw up on Nick." She glanced up at Warrick and Catherine and smiled.
Warrick sputtered on his coffee. "Damn. I bet he was pissed."
Sara shook her head and turned her attention back to the forensics journal. "No, like I said, he was a perfect gentleman."
"How much did you drink, Sidle?" Warrick queried her.
Sara chuckled. "You know, I lost count after the fourth drink. Chloe and Kelly kept filling them. I don't think they wanted me to leave the party."
"How was the actual wedding?" Catherine inquired taking another sip of her coffee.
"Let's see, one of the candle lighters knocked over the candelabras. The bridesmaids' stiletto heels kept sinking in the sand. One of them actually sprained her ankle. And the flower girl decided to fling flower petals into the faces of the guests after pitching a major fit." Sara chuckled as she remembered the scene. "Oh, but the rest of the wedding was fine. Chloe and Ben looked really happy."
Catherine laughed. "I hope they video taped it. Did they do the bouquet toss?"
Sara smiled. "Yeah, they did." She glanced back down to the forensics journal.
Catherine deadpanned. "You caught it, didn't you?"
Sara chuckled. "More like Chloe threw it at me."
"I bet Nick found that amusing." Warrick quipped.
"Actually, he caught the garter." Sara continued not looking at either one of them.
Catherine started to laugh. "I would have paid money to have seen that."
Sara smiled as she heard footsteps approaching. She glanced up as Nick walked into the break room. Her smiled widened into a grin as he walked in.
Nick's grin was just as large as he walked over to the coffee machine to fill a cup. "Hey."
"Nick." Warrick greeted.
"Hi, Nicky." Catherine smiled at him. "Sara was just telling us that you caught the garter."
"Yes, I did." His grin widened as he sat down next to Sara. A fact that did not go unnoticed by Warrick and Catherine.
However, what happened next really caught their attention.
Sara absentmindedly reached up and brushed a piece of her hair that had fallen into her eyes behind her ear with her left hand. A simple gesture, but when the diamond in her ring caught the light from the fluorescent bulbs that lit the room, Catherine gasped.
"What is that on your hand?!" There was disbelief in Catherine's voice.
Nick tried to swallow his grin as Sara just extended her hand out into the middle of the table. As casually as possible she tried to answer Catherine's question. She couldn't keep the grin off of her face. "Uh, it's a ring, Catherine."
Catherine grabbed her hand and with her mouth hanging open she just stared at Sara. "Where did you get it?"
Warrick just sat there shaking his head. The pieces were sliding nicely together. From the satisfied grins on both of there faces he knew damn well where that ring had come from, he just couldn't believe it.
Nick raised an eyebrow and leaned over to look closely at the ring. "Looks like it's from Tiffany's." He glanced up at Sara meeting her eyes and grinning.
"What's from Tiffany's?" Grissom walked in ready to hand out assignments with Greg in tow and noticed the strange expressions on the rest of the night shift's faces.
"Sara's ring." Catherine replied, still looking a bit dumbfounded.
Greg looked flustered. "What ring?"
Sara held up her hand and wiggled her fingers. "This one."
"That's your left hand." Greg sputtered in disbelief.
Sara nodded and glanced around the table with amusement. "See I always knew Greg would make a great CSI."
Grissom glanced around the room. He furrowed his brow trying to fathom the situation. If Sara was wearing a diamond ring on her left hand, that only meant one thing. He looked confused. "Who, who gave it to you?"
Sara couldn't restrain her grin any longer and looked over at Nick who was smiling just as widely as she was. "Nick." Then she leaned in a softly kissed him.