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

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The morning of the nuptials, Nick had called and reserved a room at the Wyndham Wilmington Hotel and Resort. After they had finished processing more evidence at the lab, Catherine and Sara headed over to a small wedding boutique recommended to them by the receptionist at the hotel. Warrick and Nick headed to a department store they had seen driving to the Casciola's beach home.

After shopping for about an hour, Catherine and Sara both had dresses, shoes, new makeup and an special something for Sara.

"Cath, are you sure this looks OK? I mean, my boobs look huge," Sara said, as she tried to undo the wrinkles at the bottom of her white sundress.

"Sara, you look amazing. Well, as amazing as you could get in less than 24 hours," she said, as she finished hair spraying the back of Sara's hair, making sure each loose curl was in place.

"Remind me again, why was it necessary to go into Victoria's Secret and get a push-up, water-bra?" Sara said, tugging at the shoulders of the bra as it dug into her skin.

"Sara, do you really think the dress would have looked as good without the added… boost?"

"No, I guess you're right. But still, I feel pretty ridiculous. Aren't you supposed to leave them wanting more?" she said, adjusting the straps on her white sandals.

"Sara, stop talking. You're distracting me," Catherine said, as she finished applying the last of Sara's makeup. "Done. Oh Sara, you look so beautiful," Catherine said, admiring her handiwork.

"Really? You don't think it's too much?"

"No, it's just enough. Now, what about me?" Catherine said, spinning around in her light pink dress that ended right below the knee.

"You look beautiful too, Cath," she paused. "Do you think he's going to come?"

"Nick?"

"No, not Nick."

"Then who?"

"Grissom."

"Oh Sara," she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind the young woman's ear, "I don't think so."

"Did you hear what he said to Nick last night? Practically threatened him," Sara said as Catherine gave her a look.

"'Practically'? Grissom did threaten Nick, told him to not break your heart or else," Catherine said, as she re-applied her light pink lip gloss.

"Who told you he threatened him?"

"Warrick, who I assumed heard it from Nick. Honey, weren't you there?"

"No, well, yes. But I wasn't in the room with them. I went to the bathroom, it was too much. Nick and Grissom both there," Sara said, recalling how uncomfortable she was.

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"You clean up good, man," Warrick said, looking in the mirror as he adjusted his tie.

"Dude, what do you think Greg's going to say when he sees me with a wedding band on?" Nick said, running his hand through his short hair, trying to work off some nervousness.

"He's going to be shocked, upset, angry, happy, sad, overjoyed, and then probably ending with sad."

"No man, seriously. I mean, do you think we really did rush it too much?"

"Not if you feel the way I think you feel about her, and the way I think she feels about you. And, not that you need to be threatened twice in less than 24 hours, but don't hurt her or I'll hurt you."

"You got it," he said, hugging Warrick.

"Mr. Stokes?" a man said, opening the door and walking into the room which was set aside for a groom and his men to get prepared for a ceremony.

"Yes?"

"Are you and you're bride-to-be almost ready to begin?" he said, looking over some things he had attached onto his clipboard.

"I'm almost ready, but I don't know about Sara. Hey War, can you go check on Sar?"

"Yeah, I'll be right back."

"Thank-you. Our master of ceremonies arrived about 5 minutes ago, and he said he's ready to begin whenever you are ready."

"Thanks."

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"Are you ladies ready?" Warrick said, knocking lightly on the door.

"Almost," Catherine answered, putting a brush through her hair.

"Wow Sara, you look amazing."

"See, Sar? I told you," Catherine said.

"Thanks, Warrick. How's Nick?"

"He's so excited to marry you," he said, walking up to his friend and giving her a hug.

"Hello??" a voice called from the hallway. "Hello???"

"You know who that sounds like?" Sara questioned, as a young man approached the doorway. "Greg!" she said, running up to him and giving him a hug.

"Sara? Wow, Sara," he said, looking at her cleavage. "Hey Sara, you look, wow. Yeah, wow. Wow."

"Stop, Greg," she said, slapping his arm. "It's rude to stare."

"Sorry Sara, it's just that you look…"

"Wow?" she said, making everyone in the room laugh.

"Yeah. You too, Cath."

"Thanks, Greggo," she said, giving him a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"I called Grissom and asked where you all were, I've been trying your cell phones all morning."

"Sorry Greg, we've been sort of… pre-occupied," Warrick said, pulling Greg into a hug.

"So, where's Nick?" Greg said.

"He's in his own room, getting ready. Oh Greg, I'm so happy you're here. It wouldn't have been the same without you."

"Well, that's because Greg Sanders, known to all the fine ladies of Nevada as the Master of all Parties, wasn't going to be here."

"I'm going to go check on Nick. Coming, Sanders?"

"Sure, why not --"

"Greg?" Sara said, grabbing his arm.

"What, Sar?"

"Would you walk me down the aisle?"

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