8- "Just Call Me Arianna Sanders"

Greg awoke at noon the next day and immediately ran (and drove) to the hospital. He emerged into Ari's room and sat in the chair across from her. They exchanged nervous glances.

"Hi." He said first, breaking the silence.

"Are you ready for this?" She asked, "Lance said he'd give me a signal for when they start coming."

At that moment, Lance burst through the door and said, "They're coming."

Greg winked at her, "Nice. Very subtle signal."

A doctor, one Greg had never seen before, walked in, along with two police officers. He had a very grim look on his face.

"Mr. Sanders, these two officers are here to arrest you for-"

Greg stood up, but before he could say anything, Ari held up the marriage license and brandished it around like a deadly weapon.

"He's my husband! You can't arrest him now!" She said. "Just call me Arianna. Arianna Sanders."

Greg snapped his head around in recognition of his last name. Arianna Sanders. Had a nice ring to it.

The two officers shot each other confused looks, and then looked at the doctor, who stuttered his reply: "Uh... well... I..."

Ari smiled passively. "Please leave me and my husband alone. Now."

The word husband seemed almost foreign to Greg. The officers shrugged and said, "Sorry, doctor. What they did was completely legal."

He shot her a look, but followed them out. The door slammed harshly.

"Wow." Greg said, still trying to get his heart to beat. This scared him more than he thought it would.

"That was fun." She said, still clutching on to the license.

"Definitely the high point of my day." Greg smiled.

She shot him a look. "Who knew such a small nice deed could snowball so much?"

He nodded back, "Definitely sitcom material."

Greg really paid for the stunt he pulled last night.

When he headed back into the LVCL, everyone avoided his eyes until Greg was called into Grissom's office. When he was, they all shot curious looks over their shoulders. He slowly walked into Grissom's office, his head bowed low.

"Greg." Grissom started, and then paused.

"Yes?" Greg answered, scared.

"I didn't tell anyone what you said in the call because the reception was bad. It sounds as if you said you were getting married."

"I did." The simple statement hung in the room.

"Oh." For once, Grissom seemed speechless.

"For good reason, I wanted to keep it private."

"Well, you are very good at keeping secrets, Greg. I had no idea you were engaged."

Because I didn't know until last night either.

"I am surprised that it would be you to be the first one of us to get married..."

Me too, Grissom. Me too.

"May I ask to whom you got married?"

Uh, sure you can, Grissom. Just don't ask too much. I barely know her.

"Greg?"

Greg snapped up, "Uh... actually, I was going to bring her to the company picnic."

Grissom shot him a look, "We don't have any company picnics."

Damn.

"Uh... well, I figured we should start." Greg smiled.

Grissom put on a very serious look. "Greg, I can tell that there is something you're not telling me, and you are totally thinking things after everything I say, things you want to say but are keeping silent about."

That's not true- Oh, dammit. He's good.

"So, Greg, I ask you this, not as your boss, but as your friend: can you please tell me what is going on? I promise that I won't tell anybody or judge you in any way possible. I need to know you're still sane enough to be our lab tech."

Greg shot a suspicious look over his shoulder, as if someone would be pressed up against the windows of Grissom's office.

"Well, I would like to, but I don't know if she would like me to. This was a rushed marriage, but we had every good intention to..." Divorce as soon as this stuff blows over "... rethink everything once all the wind has blown over."

Grissom glared at him. The silence finally broke Greg down.

"Fine. I'll tell you."

He told Grissom everything, from the angel from the accident to her visit in the hospital to her own car crash and her forgotten day when Greg was sure she was raped and drugged, but the hospital never collected a rape kit. Then, about the nosy doctor to Lance sneaking her out of the hospital to the marriage to what happened at lunch time.

Greg stopped and took a moment to catch his breath.

"Imagine that." Grissom finally answered. "One little sentence to cause such havoc. You never had sex with her?"

"No way! The only time we have seen each other was in a hospital. How romantic."

Grissom looked over his desk to Greg in a shrewd way.

"I would really like to meet the new Mrs. Sanders. She sounds smart."

Greg smiled, "She really is. I admire her for being so brave. She is positive that whatever happened that night was bad, and that she only got into that car crash because she was running from something. It frustrates her so much. She tries and tries to remember, but she just can't. Now, she has a little reminder growing in her stomach and it totally isn't her fault."

"She told you all this?"

"No, but I can tell."

"Maybe you are a better husband than you think, Greg."

"If there is no God, then who pops up the next Kleenex?"
-Art Hoppe