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

A/N : Sorry for no update in a while, it's been sort of crazy lately with the holidays approaching. Enjoy!

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When Nick and Sara had returned from their dinner, every person greeted them in a different way.

"Hey Sara, Nick. So have you guys decided when you're getting married?" was from Catherine, and the answer she got was not what she was expecting.

"Yeah, Cath, we did," Nick answered, taking his shoes off and placing them in line with the rest. "We decided for sooner than later."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, we were thinking… oh… tomorrow," Sara said, causing Catherine to choke on her own saliva.

"What? Tomorrow?" she said, shocked at the revelation.

"What's happening tomorrow?" Warrick said, emerging from the bathroom with lounge pants slung low on his waist and a wet towel draped over his shoulders.

"We're getting married tomorrow," Nick said, sitting next to Sara on the bed.

"Wow… wait… are you serious?" he said, taking the towel off of his shoulders and putting a t-shirt on.

"Yeah, we just don't want to wait. And it's so beautiful here in Delaware, so we're doing it tomorrow. After we're done working, of course," Sara said, slightly joking.

"Oh, Grissom's going to love this," Catherine said, propping up a pillow and leaning up against the headboard. "Just going to love it."

"I'm going to love what, Cath?" Grissom said, emerging from his room at the mention of his name.

"Well, Grissom, Sara and I, as you already know, are getting married," Nick said, stalling, trying to figure out the best way to tell their boss who also harbored private feelings for his future wife.

"Yes, Nick, I know," Grissom said, attempting to figure out where Nick was going.

"Well, we're doing it a little sooner than we had first expected, and Sara's going to tell you when," Nick said, standing up and walking in the opposite direction of Grissom. As he passed Sara, she mouthed 'thank-you' to him, hoping he caught on that she was pissed.

"So you've decided on a date, Sara?" Grissom said, becoming more confused as the conversation proceeded.

"Hey War, didn't we promise Greg that we'd call him just about now?" Catherine said, hoping Warrick would catch on, and try to get out of the room as soon as possible.

"Um… oh yeah! Right, Greg. Sorry guys, we promised. But we'll go downstairs, so you guys can finish talking," Warrick said, slipping on his flip flops and grabbing his and Catherine's jacket. "Be right back, guys."

"Um, bye," Sara said, looking back at Grissom. "So… what was your question again?"

"I asked if you had decided on a date, Sara."

"Oh right, a date. Uh, a date for what?"

"For your wedding, Sara. Is anything wrong?" Grissom asked, looking from Sara to Nick, and back to Sara.

"No, nothing's wrong. The date for our wedding, right. Well, Nick and I were talking over dinner, and we decided that we didn't want to wait too long. You see, Nick's sister waited 18 months to get married. 18! She wanted to get married in the winter, and they got engaged in the fall, but that winter was too soon for them to plan an entire wedding, I don't know why, I think I could plan an entire wedding in a month, but that's just me --"

"Sara?"

"Yeah, Gris?"

"You're rambling. And I still have paperwork to catch up on. So have you decided on a date yet?"

"Yeah, we did. We decided --"

"Are you guys done yet?" Warrick said, popping his head in, with Catherine right behind him.

"Warrick, you two finished talking to Greg already?" Grissom said, feeling a headache coming on.

"Oh man, Cath. We forgot to call Greg!" he said, turning around to look at Catherine.

"Dammit! I knew we forgot something. Be right back," she said, turning around and walking back from where they came.

"Do either of you know what's the matter with them?" Grissom said, turning his head away from the door and back at Sara and Nick.

"Uh, maybe their homesick, Gris. Happens a lot," Nick said, leaning up against the wall.

"So, you were saying, Sara…"

"Nick and I decided to get married," she blurted out, becoming more nervous as the minutes went by and silently cursing Nick for not helping her.

"I know that Sara, we've gone over this. When?" Grissom said, rubbing his temples.

"Tomorrow," she said, jumping up and running into the bathroom.

Grissom looked at Nick questioningly.

"I don't think her and her salad mixed well."

"I don't think so either, Nicky," Grissom said. "So, tomorrow, huh?"

"Yeah, we don't want to wait."

"Obviously."

"After work though, Grissom. Trust us, we'll work just as hard as we would even if we weren't getting married."

"You better, or else… well, let's not think about this right now. Congratulations, Nick," Grissom said, lowering his voice and his head.

"Thanks, Grissom. That means a lot."

"And Sara means a lot to me," Grissom said, raising his head and walking over to where Nick stood. "You hurt her, and I'll hurt you."

Nick looked at him, stunned. "Is that a threat, Gris?"

"Yes, Nick. Do not break her heart," Grissom said, walking back into his room. Before he closed the door, he looked at Nick, "Don't do it, Nicky."

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