Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me.
A/N : I was thinking why I was having such a difficult time writing the last few chapters, and I've realized that I feel like my characters are not being represented the way they would be on television. Granted, this is fan fiction, written by me, a fan, but I'd the thing I'm trying to avoid is making Sara sound too "lovey dovey" or Grissom sound too "fatherly" because he hasn't taken on that role yet with Sara. I hope you understand, and enjoy the next chapter.
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"When do you want to get married, Sara?" Nick said, taking on a sudden serious tone, contrasting what the mood of the evening had been.
"I don't really care, Nicky. I don't understand why people wait so long just so they can get married in the summer, or in the winter. All that matters to me is that you're the one I'm marrying, and I'll get married anytime," she said, picking off the onions on her salad.
"When my sister got married, she waiting 18 months for the perfect time of year. She got engaged in the fall, and getting married that winter was much too soon for them," he said, recalling the wedding, which had a guest list that totaled over 300. "So they waited, and got married over a year later. It was crazy," he said, putting ketchup on the bun of his cheeseburger and mustard on the meat.
"Yeah, that's pretty ridiculous. I don't want to wait a year to marry you, Nick. I was thinking..," she said, suddenly pausing.
"What?" he said, noticing his fiancée's attention switching from wedding chat to the pieces of carrot that lay on her salad. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Nothing, Nick. It's too soon for all this wedding talk, and you're going to think I'm crazy," she said, becoming nervous as the actualization of marriage dawned on her.
"Sara, we're going to have to talk about it sometime. A wedding just doesn't plan itself," he said, dipping a few of his French fries in ketchup.
"I was just thinking that right here, in Delaware, we could.. I mean, it's just so beautiful here," she said, spearing a piece of lettuce with her fork.
"You want to get married here?" he said, absorbing what Sara had just said.
"See? I told you. It's too soon, and now you think I'm nuts," she said, shoving a piece of lettuce in her mouth and a drop of dressing dripped down her lip. "Ugh, I hate that. They always drown your salad in dressing."
After being silent for a few moments, Nick finally spoke up. "When do you want to do it?"
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"Where are our lovebirds?" Grissom said, walking from his hotel room into the room where Warrick and Catherine sit, watching the television.
"We told them they could go out for dinner," Catherine said.
"You told them?? When did you become boss?" Grissom said, staring at her.
"Oh, come on, Grissom. They'll be back soon, and it's not like we're doing any investigative work right now," Warrick said. "And besides, we ordered pizza. Go grab a slice, it's still hot."
"No thank you, Warrick. Someone page them, I want them here now!"
After Grissom had left the room, and slammed the door shut, Catherine spoke. "Who stuck a firecracker up his ass?
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"So, we'll tell them tonight, you'll get a dress tomorrow and I'll get a suit jacket, and tomorrow night, we'll get married," Nick said, using his free hand to hold Sara's, and using the other one to hold the wedding license they had just received.
"Yep. Wow, can you believe we're actually doing this?" she said, turning to stand in front of him.
"I do believe it. I believe I'm crazily in love with you, and that I couldn't imagine doing all of this with anyone else," he said, taking her face in his hands and kissing her. As he grabbed her face, the license got squished between his hand and her cheek.
"Nick, we're going to crush our wedding license," she said, trying to pull away from him, without much luck.
"I don't care, I want to kiss you," he said, recapturing her lips.
"You know whose going to be crushed?" Sara said, as air became necessary.
"Grissom?" Nick said, knowing that she had harbored feelings for their older boss and Nick assumed Grissom had some for her as well.
"No, and can we stop that already?" Sara said, poking him in the side.
"My mother?"
"No, well yes, she might be, but she wasn't who I was thinking of," she said, recalling the conversation she had had with Nick's mother when the subject of marriage came up.
"Your mother?"
"Haha, I don't think so," she said, her face turning solemn. Nick remembered how she had told them how she had tried to impress them her entire life, and yet nothing she did was good enough for them.
"Greg?" Nick said, trying to bring up her spirit.
"Yes! Took you long enough," she said, a smile appearing on her face. "He's going to be upset, you know?"
"Yeah, I do," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her near to give her a kiss on the forehead. "You know what else I know?"
"That you love me so much you can't take it anymore?" Sara said, looking at him and giggling.
"No, well yes, but I was also thinking that I want to get back into that hotel bed so I can go to sleep," he said, yawning as if on cue.
"OK cowboy, let's go back."
