Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me.
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The ceremony was small and simple, just the way Sara had always wanted. Catherine walked down the aisle by herself, and was followed by Sara. Greg looked less than formal in a pair of jeans and a sports coat, but it didn't matter.
After they exchanged their vows, Nick placed his hand on Sara's neck and leaned down to lightly kiss her. Just as Nick's lips met Sara's, Grissom walked in.
"Grissom?" Nick said, lifting his head up.
"What are you doing here?" Sara said, not releasing her grip on Nick's wrist.
"I came… well, I just didn't… Greg?" Grissom said, tripping over his words.
"Hey boss," he said, turning around in his seat. He was the only one sitting down.
"Can you finish your kiss, I have another wedding in fifteen minutes."
"You're a hotel manager who got ordained over the internet, I think you can wait five minutes," Nick barked at the skinny man who presided over the ceremony.
"Fine, Mr. Stokes. Have a nice life, all of you," he said, as he stepped down from his platform. As he walked by Grissom, he said in a low voice, "Go to hell."
"What the --," Grissom said, shocked that the man was angered with him. But he couldn't think about that right now, he had more to think about. He had Sara to think about.
"Grissom, what are you doing here?" Sara asked, once more, this time hoping for a reply.
"I came to see you Sara. I don't want you to marry Nick," he said. Sara walked towards him, and he joined her in the middle.
"You what?" she practically yelled.
"I don't think you and Nick are right for each other," he said, rubbing her arms.
"I cannot believe this, Grissom," she said, pushing her way out of Grissom's embrace. Before she realized her feelings for Nick, she would have done anything to feel the affection that Grissom was making her feel. Now, all she wanted to do was have him gone. "Are you out of your mind? I'm married. Married to Nick. Nick, Grissom, not you. I tried for so long to get any sort of human emotion to come out of you, and you gave me nothing. Nothing. So now, after so long, and after I've gotten married, you want me to change my mind because you don't think this is right? You've got to be kidding me," she said, throwing her bouquet of deep red roses and yellow lilacs at him, and running out of the room.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Nick said as he ran past Grissom and out of the room to follow Sara.
Grissom watched him leave, and turned back to where Catherine and Warrick were standing, and where Greg was still sitting, all exchanging looks of confusion and shock.
"Grissom, what.. I just can't… oh my God," Catherine said, looking at him, and then at her shoes. "I can't even begin to guess what you were thinking," she said, walking out of a different exit that led to the outside terrace, too disgusted with Grissom's behavior to even walk by him.
Warrick didn't say a word, and just followed Catherine outside.
Greg walked over to Grissom. "Nice move, Gris."
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"Sara? Sara, honey," Nick said. "Sara, aw babe, come here," he said, when he finally found her in the one place he could be certain she would be. His car.
"Why did he do that, Nicky?"
"I don't know, darlin'. He made a bad decision, really bad."
"You could say that again," she said, wiping away her tears with the palm of her hand.
"He made a bad decision, really --."
"Nick!" she said, slapping his arm, and laughing.
"That's my favorite thing to do in the whole world."
"What? Doing that? That stupid thing that kids do?"
"No, making you laugh. It's my favorite thing."
"I just don't understand, Nick. I mean, you'd think he'd realize that he can't just come in and change my life because he made a mistake. You would think he'd be smart enough or rational enough," she said, having a tough time finding the right words to express what she was feeling.
"I know, honey. Want to go back inside, or to our hotel?"
"Let's go back to the hotel. I don't want to see him. Not yet."
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"What could he have been thinking, War?" Catherine said, plopping down on a bench that was set up on the terrace for happy couples to take wedding photos.
"I don't think he really was, Cath. Something could have happened between him and Sara before she even came to Vegas. We don't know the whole story here," he said, sitting next to her.
"I know the whole story. And nothing ever happened, not before or since Sara asked him to dinner and he turned her down."
"Which is the weird thing here. I mean, he turned her down and now he's running back to her to tell her not to get married to Nick. It's like he can't make up his mind," Warrick said, leaning back on the bench.
"I don't think he wants to."
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"What are you doing here?"
"Hey man, don't get mad at me," Greg said, holding his hands up. "I'm not the one who married Sara."
"Shut up, Greg," Grissom said, turning around, trying to figure out what he could do.
"Gris, calm down and stop getting mad at me," Greg said. "Now, let's think logically. Where could Nick and Sara have gone?"
"Not too many places," Warrick said, coming in from the terrace. "It just started to rain."
"Yeah, they're probably going back to the hotel," Catherine said, trying her best not to look at Grissom when she spoke. "Greg, do you have a car here?"
"Nope, took a cab from the airport."
"Alright, you can ride with me and Warrick. Grissom, I assume you know your way back," she said, making her way towards the parking lot.
Before he could answer, all three were gone and Grissom was by himself.
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"Sara? Sara, are you here?" Catherine said, walking into the hotel room.
"Catherine?" Sara said, walking out of the bathroom. "What are you doing here?"
Catherine smiled at her, "I should be asking you the same question. It's your wedding day, don't you and Nick want to be by yourself?"
"We thought we'd be here alone, but I guess not," she said, seeing Nick return to the room with Warrick and Greg in toe. As the men talked, Sara leaned in and whispered, "Well, at least Grissom isn't here."
She spoke too soon. The second she finished her sentence, the adjoining door opened and Grissom stood there, looking at her.
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