"Nick's going to have a heart attack when he sees you in that dress." Chelsea was smiling at Sara as she stepped out of the dressing room of the third bridal shop they'd been in that day.

Sara walked up to the three way mirror and looked at herself critically. "You really think this is the one?" She glanced up at Chelsea, thankful that she only had one other person with her this time.

Chelsea nodded. "Oh, Sara, trust me, of all the dresses you've tried on, I'd have to say I think this one suits you the best."

Sara studied the dress in the mirror. It was simple, yet elegant. There was nothing pretentious or frilly about it. Sara concluded that Chelsea was right, Nick would have some kind of reaction when he saw her in that dress. Sara let out a deep breath and glanced at Chelsea's reflection in the mirror. "Ok, I think this is it."

Chelsea grinned. "Let's buy it before you change your mind."

Sara chuckled softly. "I'm not going to change my mind. I'm pretty sure Nick's going to love this dress."

"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure he's gonna be thinking about all the ways to get you out of that dress the entire time you're wearing it too." Chelsea quipped.

Sara blushed faintly and smirked at Chelsea. "I think that's part of the idea, don't you?"

Chelsea started laughing. "I knew the minute I met you that you were perfect for Nick."

Sara's smirk turned into a smile. "Yes, you did. And if it hadn't been for you, I'm sure that Nick and I would still be tiptoeing around each other for at least three and half more years."

"Always happy to help." Chelsea quipped.

Sara let out a deep breath and faced her future sister in law. "Chelsea, I know I haven't known you very long and this is really short notice, but I was wondering if you would be my matron of honor."

Chelsea's expression was at first a bit shocked and then changed to one of excitement as she pulled Sara into a hug. "Oh, I would be so honored, Sara."

Sara chuckled softly as Chelsea stepped back. "I suppose we need to find you a dress then."

"Oh, dear." Chelsea laughed softly.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Yeah, I understand." Nick sounded disappointed as he spoke into the phone.

Grissom was on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, Nicky, but the sheriff won't authorize all of us being gone. Giving Warrick the time off was difficult enough."

Nick let out a deep breath. "I know, I just wish all of you could be here. You're like a second family to me."

"I know, Nicky." Grissom was quiet for a moment.

"Sara's going to be disappointed. I think she'd really like it if you could be here." Nick added softly.

"If I could be there, I would. All of us would." Grissom assured him.

"I know, Gris." Nick couldn't hide his disappointment that of all of his friends in Vegas, only Warrick was going to be able to come to the wedding.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Catherine breezed into Grissom's office without even looking up. "Ok, I think I figured it out."

Grissom had a perplexed expression on his face. "What?"

Catherine looked at him and furrowed her brow. "What's wrong?"

Grissom let out sigh of disappointment. "I just got off the phone with Nick. I told him that the sheriff wasn't going to let the rest of us have the time off."

Catherine raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You give up too easy." She sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Catherine, I asked, Cavello said 'no'. It took quite a bit of negotiating as it was to convince him that Nick and Sara should be able to still work together even though they were getting married. I didn't want to push my luck." Grissom sounded a bit exasperated.

Catherine's features spread into a smile. "Gil, I've got it figured out."

Grissom did a double take. "What do you have figured out?"

She grinned as she handed him an envelope. "We fly out after shift is over and we're back before it begins. We sleep on the plane. Even Cavello can't complain about that."

Grissom looked into the envelope and his eyebrows went up in surprise as he realized the envelope contained an airline ticket. "Did you run this by him?"

She had a mischievous glint in her eye. "Yes, I did. And, if for some reason our flight is late getting back, he agreed to keep the dayshift on until we get back."

Grissom's mouth curled up in a half smile. "See, you're good with people."

She smirked. "I know." She stood up from the chair and gestured toward the door. "Greg suggested that we try and keep it a secret and only tell Warrick that we're coming."

Grissom raised an eyebrow. "Greg?"

Catherine smiled. "You don't think you could keep Greg away from Nick and Sara's wedding do you?"

Grissom shook his head in amusement. "No."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sara's excitement at having found a dress was tempered by Nick's expression when she walked in and found him staring at the floor in disappointment. She sat down on the couch next to him and put her hand on his knee. "Nick, what's wrong?"

He let out a deep sigh as he looked at her. "I talked to Grissom a little while ago. Cavello won't let the rest of them have the time off, so only Warrick's going to be able to make it."

Sara's face fell for a moment as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "I really wanted them to be here."

"I know, I did too." Nick added. "I guess this is one of the consequences of getting married so quickly."

"They'd be here if they could." Sara took his hand and laced her fingers with his.

"I know." Nick smiled.

They sat there for a few moments quietly before Sara's voice broke the silence. "I asked Chelsea to be my matron of honor."

Nick looked at her with a slightly surprised smile on his face. "Wow."

Sara smiled softly. "If it wasn't for her push, we might not be here like this."

Nick chuckled softly. "Yeah, this is the one time I'm actually thankful for her interference."

"I found a dress." Sara's voice had an edge of giddiness to it.

Nick grinned. "When do I get to see it?"

Sara laughed and shook her head. "Oh, no. It's in a very safe place and you don't get to see it until Saturday."

"I can't wait until Saturday." Nick leaned toward her with an amused expression on his face.

"I can't either." Sara grinned before leaning in and kissing him.