A/N Alright, Alright, I admit it, they're not mine and I don't make any
money off of 'em. I wish I did, but alas, life is tough. So, happy birthday
to me in 1 day, 2 hours, 27 minutes and 35 seconds. This next part is taken
from Gilmore Girls, the last chapter was taken from Will and Grace.
(partially.) I admit, crediting Shakespeare for last chap's title would
have been weird because I highly doubt old Bill came up with the phrase
'surprise, surprise.' Originally the title of that chapter was 'to be or
not to be' in a reference to Catherine's baby, but I ended up changing it,
due to NICK'S PROPOSAL. (I just love writing these stories. I get to do
aaaaaaanything I want!) So, that should clarify. So uh, onward and upwards
to chapter five!
Chapter Five: Question Mark
Grissom stared at his desk. There was nothing on it, Catherine had cleaned it off a month ago and he hadn't allowed it to get dirty since. Finally, he couldn't handle it. He grabbed case files, papers, coffee cups, and magazines and cluttered the desk as best he could. Catherine was everywhere. Gil stared at the Styrofoam coffee cups. Those were from the day that he and Catherine had discussed the Ramsey-stripper case. One of the cups even said 'Cath's'. The cup had been his. Angrily Grissom shoved the coffee cups into the garbage can. How can she do this to me? He yelled at himself. How can she drive me crazy? Grissom knew the answer to that one. You're the one who slept with her. His mind retorted.
Grissom reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a little blue velvet heart-shaped box. Inside was a diamond ring that glittered more than all of the Queen's jewels of England. He turned it over in his hands. He sighed and stared at it for five more minutes, at least. Finally he made up his mind. He stuck the ring back in his pocket, cleared off his desk, and shut off the light. He had to go find Catherine.
Sara stopped, her face devoid of the signs of pleasure that had coursed it a moment ago. Nick was still breathing hard, leaned over her athletic but still full frame.
"What?" She whispered.
"Marry me." He looked her in the eye. "The whole nine yards. The dress, the family, the church, the wedding reception, everything. Marry me."
Sara wriggled out from under Nick. "This isn't how it's supposed to be." She stared at him listlessly. There's supposed to be a thousand red roses and there's supposed to be music and candles. It's supposed to be romantic." Sara never thought of herself as a hopeless romantic, but somehow, a proposal during sex didn't feel right. Her big brown eyes filled with tears. "Is there even a ring, Nick?"
Nick's chest heaved. "Not yet."
Sara just stared up at him.
Catherine wouldn't cry. Not in front of Lindsey. Catherine also wouldn't tell Lindsey that she was going to be a big sister. Twice.
She dry heaved over the kitchen sink four times before she plastered on her best smile to go see who was at the door. She opened it, preparing to greet Warrick, who had agreed to take Lindsey for the afternoon, with a big smile.
It was Grissom.
The smile fell off of Catherine's face. "Oh." She swallowed. "Come in."
"Thank you." Grissom looked stiff and even more unsmiling than usual.
"Would you like a drink?" Catherine asked, coolly detached. "We don't have any beer." She said, a cruel smile curving at her lips. "No alcohol for me for nine months."
"Nothing. I just stopped by to ask something of you." Grissom bit his lip.
"What?" Catherine was incredulous that the man who had gotten her pregnant with not one but two babies, was asking her to do something for him.
Grissom nervously reached into his coat pocket. "I'm not even sure how to do this." He shook his head. "Look, I know that you probably don't want to have anything to do with me right now, but I want to take responsibility for our kids. I want to help them grow up in a stable environment."
Catherine actually laughed at this. "You, stable environment? Grissom, you are one of the least stable people I know."
"That's not the point. The point is, I want to be a good father to our kids. I want to give them a good home."
Catherine turned away from him. "Stop saying 'our kids', Gil."
Grissom sucked in a deep breath and then bit the bullet.
"Catherine, I want to marry you."
Sara had her own walk. She walked as though she were still a tall, awkward teenager. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked stridently, like she always had somewhere to be.
Currently, that somewhere was the break room. Catherine had said to meet her there. Had some important news. Sara turned the corner to the break room and shoved open the door. "Okay Catherine –" She stopped dead.
There were at least fifty to a hundred candles lining every inch of the break room with rose petals strewn all over the floor and table. There were the thousand roses Sara wanted, all pluming from several giant glass vases. Nick was bent on one knee, holding out the most brilliant piece of jewelry that Sara had ever seen. It sparkled against the soft glow of the candles and shined even against Nick's million-watt smile.
Sara stood openmouthed, not being able to believe what was in front of her.
"Sara Sidle." Nick stood, closing the distance between the two of them. "Christmas Eve, I was given the best gift I could have gotten. I was given the love of the perfect woman for me. And I stand before her, today, asking her to marry me, to let me spend the rest of my life making her the happiest woman alive. Sara, will you marry me?"
Sara blinked, still comprehending what had just transpired. Then she gave her answer.
SORRY ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER. But I have to keep you people coming back. Sooooooo, does she say yes??????????? Find out tomorrow, but then I go on hiatus the day after, so I promise to write an extra-long chapter. What should happen between Gris and Cath? Wedding bells? DIVORCE HEARINGS? (ha ha, pun on the hearing, since Gris is losing him.) Actually, I like Grissom a lot, so, nay to him being all shot down and deaf. One of those things will not happen. Both of them may not, but one of them WILL not. Anyway, happy reading. Your faithful Anna.
Chapter Five: Question Mark
Grissom stared at his desk. There was nothing on it, Catherine had cleaned it off a month ago and he hadn't allowed it to get dirty since. Finally, he couldn't handle it. He grabbed case files, papers, coffee cups, and magazines and cluttered the desk as best he could. Catherine was everywhere. Gil stared at the Styrofoam coffee cups. Those were from the day that he and Catherine had discussed the Ramsey-stripper case. One of the cups even said 'Cath's'. The cup had been his. Angrily Grissom shoved the coffee cups into the garbage can. How can she do this to me? He yelled at himself. How can she drive me crazy? Grissom knew the answer to that one. You're the one who slept with her. His mind retorted.
Grissom reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a little blue velvet heart-shaped box. Inside was a diamond ring that glittered more than all of the Queen's jewels of England. He turned it over in his hands. He sighed and stared at it for five more minutes, at least. Finally he made up his mind. He stuck the ring back in his pocket, cleared off his desk, and shut off the light. He had to go find Catherine.
Sara stopped, her face devoid of the signs of pleasure that had coursed it a moment ago. Nick was still breathing hard, leaned over her athletic but still full frame.
"What?" She whispered.
"Marry me." He looked her in the eye. "The whole nine yards. The dress, the family, the church, the wedding reception, everything. Marry me."
Sara wriggled out from under Nick. "This isn't how it's supposed to be." She stared at him listlessly. There's supposed to be a thousand red roses and there's supposed to be music and candles. It's supposed to be romantic." Sara never thought of herself as a hopeless romantic, but somehow, a proposal during sex didn't feel right. Her big brown eyes filled with tears. "Is there even a ring, Nick?"
Nick's chest heaved. "Not yet."
Sara just stared up at him.
Catherine wouldn't cry. Not in front of Lindsey. Catherine also wouldn't tell Lindsey that she was going to be a big sister. Twice.
She dry heaved over the kitchen sink four times before she plastered on her best smile to go see who was at the door. She opened it, preparing to greet Warrick, who had agreed to take Lindsey for the afternoon, with a big smile.
It was Grissom.
The smile fell off of Catherine's face. "Oh." She swallowed. "Come in."
"Thank you." Grissom looked stiff and even more unsmiling than usual.
"Would you like a drink?" Catherine asked, coolly detached. "We don't have any beer." She said, a cruel smile curving at her lips. "No alcohol for me for nine months."
"Nothing. I just stopped by to ask something of you." Grissom bit his lip.
"What?" Catherine was incredulous that the man who had gotten her pregnant with not one but two babies, was asking her to do something for him.
Grissom nervously reached into his coat pocket. "I'm not even sure how to do this." He shook his head. "Look, I know that you probably don't want to have anything to do with me right now, but I want to take responsibility for our kids. I want to help them grow up in a stable environment."
Catherine actually laughed at this. "You, stable environment? Grissom, you are one of the least stable people I know."
"That's not the point. The point is, I want to be a good father to our kids. I want to give them a good home."
Catherine turned away from him. "Stop saying 'our kids', Gil."
Grissom sucked in a deep breath and then bit the bullet.
"Catherine, I want to marry you."
Sara had her own walk. She walked as though she were still a tall, awkward teenager. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked stridently, like she always had somewhere to be.
Currently, that somewhere was the break room. Catherine had said to meet her there. Had some important news. Sara turned the corner to the break room and shoved open the door. "Okay Catherine –" She stopped dead.
There were at least fifty to a hundred candles lining every inch of the break room with rose petals strewn all over the floor and table. There were the thousand roses Sara wanted, all pluming from several giant glass vases. Nick was bent on one knee, holding out the most brilliant piece of jewelry that Sara had ever seen. It sparkled against the soft glow of the candles and shined even against Nick's million-watt smile.
Sara stood openmouthed, not being able to believe what was in front of her.
"Sara Sidle." Nick stood, closing the distance between the two of them. "Christmas Eve, I was given the best gift I could have gotten. I was given the love of the perfect woman for me. And I stand before her, today, asking her to marry me, to let me spend the rest of my life making her the happiest woman alive. Sara, will you marry me?"
Sara blinked, still comprehending what had just transpired. Then she gave her answer.
SORRY ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER. But I have to keep you people coming back. Sooooooo, does she say yes??????????? Find out tomorrow, but then I go on hiatus the day after, so I promise to write an extra-long chapter. What should happen between Gris and Cath? Wedding bells? DIVORCE HEARINGS? (ha ha, pun on the hearing, since Gris is losing him.) Actually, I like Grissom a lot, so, nay to him being all shot down and deaf. One of those things will not happen. Both of them may not, but one of them WILL not. Anyway, happy reading. Your faithful Anna.