Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me.

A/N: The last chapter wasn't meant to be astounding or anything, it was just to add some humor to a story that I was fearing would lack in the humor department. Anywhoodle, enjoy, and review!
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The next morning, Catherine awoke to a throbbing headache.

"Shit on turkey, my head hurts!" she said, picking her head up from her pillow and resting her elbows on the mattress. "We're not eating at that diner ever again, even if there's no where else to eat. I don't care, I'd rather eat at the hotel!"

"Catherine…" Sara said, waking up. "No one else is awake but you. Well, and now me. You don't have to be so dramatic," Sara said, twisting under Nick's strong arm.

"I'm not being dramatic. I have the worst headache I think I've ever had in my entire life," she said, getting up and pulling out the bottle of aspirin she had brought for the trip.

"You brought the whole bottle?!" Sara said, as she watched Catherine get a glass of water. "Why not one of those little travel packets?"

"Because," Catherine said, swallowing her first pill, "A week with Grissom, and the rest of you, is enough to give a deaf man a headache," she said, swallowing the second. "And besides, I knew the rest of you wouldn't bring your own."

"That's right, I didn't bring any aspirin," Sara said, resting her head against the wood backboard of her and Nick's bed. "So, what was the other question you had for me yesterday at the diner?"

"Oh," Catherine said, sitting back down on the bed and wrapping the blanket around her. "How did Nick propose?"

"Aw Cath, it was so amazing and sweet and --," Sara said, tousling Nick's hair as his head rested on her chest.

"Sara," Catherine said, interrupting the younger woman, "Just get on with the story."

"Haha, OK, Cath," Sara said, as Nick began to wake up.

"Morning, honey," he said, not realizing he was interrupting a conversation.

"Good morning, Nick," Sara said, giving him a kiss on his forehead. "Oh, Nicky, you smell disgusting," Sara said, twisting up her face in dislike.

"Sorry, Sara, but --," Nick began.

"No buts, mister, go get in that shower right now. I don't need a smelly fiancée," she said, as he began to wake up.

"Alright," he said. "Morning Cath," he finished, as he walked into the bathroom.

"Morning Nicky," she said, before he closed the door. "So, come on, tell me."

"Well, yesterday morning, while you were still sleeping, Nick started rubbing my arm and kissing my neck and just being overly sweet for that time of the morning," Sara began, sitting straighter up. "So, we're just lying here, talking, and trying to be as quiet as possible, because we didn't want to wake you up," Sara paused.

"OK, keep going," Catherine said, becoming more captivated as Sara explained.

"Well, he turned away from me, almost as if he was going to reach for the remote control," Sara said, showing Catherine what he did, "and when he turned back around, he had a little turquoise box, from Tiffany's," she said, displaying her ring for Catherine.

"Wow, Tiffany's, huh? Must've set Nick back a pretty penny," she said, reaching for Sara's hand.

"Yeah, I was so surprised. And the first thing I thought of wasn't even 'engagement ring.' I don't know what the first thing I thought was," Sara said, dreamily.

"You probably thought, Oh my God," Catherine said, making both women laugh.

"Wow, Sara, that's so great. I'm so happy for you two," Catherine said, moving over to where Sara was sitting and enveloping her in a hug. "Now Grissom is another story."

"Grissom isn't even another story -- he's another language. He didn't speak a word to Nick or me yesterday, even though we're supposed to be professional about this case. Everything he wanted to say to us, he relayed through Warrick, or one of the officers on duty," said Sara, shaking her head.

"It's just going to take a little time for him, Sar. You know he had some sort of feelings for you, paternal or whatever. He's just going to have to get used to the fact that you're a one-man woman now, and that man isn't him," Catherine said, rubbing Sara's back as she spoke. "Give him time, he'll come around."

"Yeah, but he shouldn't need time. How come Warrick didn't need time? And Greg, well, Greg's going to need a little time, but Grissom he doesn't need any --," she started, and began to ramble.

"If you think about it, Greg and Grissom both harbored the same sort of love for you. Greg's was a little more obvious and playful, but both won't like seeing you as Nick's fiancée or, dare I say, Nick's wife!" Catherine said, realization dawning on Sara.

"Wow, you know, I really never did realize how much Greg and Grissom were alike. I mean, not alike personality-wise, but their feelings for me-wise," Sara said, resting her head on her hands, which were propped up on her knees.

"See? Just give them both some time. They'll come around," Catherine said, as Nick walked out of the bathroom, with just a towel slung around his waist.

"Sorry girls, I forgot to bring clothes in with me. Force of habit, I guess," Nick said, his face flushing red as he stood practically naked in front of Catherine.

"No problem here, Nick. And shouldn't be a problem there either, " Catherine said, pointing to were Sara sat, "or else you're both in for a shit load of trouble."

Nick looked at Sara. "No problem here, Nicky boy. Now go get dressed, you're taking us out for a delicious breakfast, with non-sticky tables."

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