A/N So, I've decided to update again! (yay for me having had a birthday and
being a whole year older. I have decided that all my chappie titles will
now come from awesome songs that I think rock the world. Let's recap, shall
we? Nick and Sara hooked up, Nick proposed. Sara said yes. Cath and Gris
also were of hookupage, although of the one-night-stand variety, though
later we found out Catherine was pregnant. Grissom freaked when he found
out, thought about it, and asked Catherine to marry him. We have yet to
answer his question. That will happen in this chapter. Other things you
will see in this chapter: An appearance by an original character (hint
hint, there's a reason Gris freaked out about Cath having TWINS) Oh yeah,
cath is having twins.
So, let's cut to the chase, I don't own CSI, never did, never will, have no
delusions about that one. All characters belong to CBS/Star Alliance and
Anthony Zuiker. I make no profit from this story or any others, all I get
is the enjoyment of being able to have my dose of CSI more than once a
week.
NOW. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD AND ON WITH THE GOOD STUFF.
Chapter 7: I Thank You (credit goes to Sam and Dave for this one)
As soon as Sara spoke those words, warmth flowed over her body. She knew she'd made the right decision. She could see herself spending the rest of her life with Nick and having kids with him. There was nothing more that Sara could want. And he'd done it, just the way she wanted. Flowers and candles and roses, the whole nine yards. "Yes." She repeated, tears forming in her eyes. "Yes I'll marry you!" Nick stood up and wrapped his arms around Sara, spinning her in a circle. Gently, he set her down and then slipped the ring on her finger.
"What say we go tell everybody?" Nick whispered.
Sara laughed and pointed to outside the break room where Catherine, Greg, Warrick, Jaqui, and Brass had gathered. "I think they know."
"Well, what say we confirm. I can't wait to brag to everybody that I got me a wife. I got Sara Sidle, even better."
"When I marry, you think I'm gonna be plain old Sara Sidle. I'm gonna carry your name too, baby. I'll change it to Sara Sidle-Stokes. I'm proud to be marrying you and I'll let everyone know it."
"What's going on in here?" Grissom made his way through the crowd. He stopped short when he saw Sara. "Oh." He glanced at Nick.
Sara and Nick stepped out of the break room.
"So?" Catherine raised her eyebrows. "Nicky, what'd she say?"
"I said yes!" Sara proudly showed off the ring.
"Congratulations." Grissom smiled warmly. "But, we have work to do."
Sara nodded and they all got back to work.
Grissom stared at the ceiling of his office, rubbing the back of his neck. The door opened and in walked Catherine.
"Hi." He sat up and took a deep breath. "You wanted to talk?"
Catherine nodded and sat. "Look, Gil. It's not that I don't love you."
"But you don't want to marry me." He said flatly.
"No. That's not it either." She smiled humorlessly at his impatience. "I'm just afraid you're marrying me for the wrong reasons and that's not a healthy environment for kids to grow up in. If you're marrying me because I'm pregnant, don't. I don't want pity. I don't even know if I'm going to have the baby."
That knocked the wind out of Grissom. He choked. "Not going to have the baby?"
"Grissom, I can't raise three kids on my own, and I won't marry you if you're marrying me because we're having kids." Catherine was firm.
"Catherine, the night I slept with you, I told you I loved you. That hasn't changed. I still love you, and I guess your getting pregnant was the sign I needed. It gave me a push in the right direction. You're the only woman who can figure me out whether I want you to or not. I'm not going down without a fight. I'm asking you to marry me because I want to marry you, kids or no."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Catherine. If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't do this."
"Then I accept. I'll marry you."
"Just one question, why have you been so freaked out about having kids? It's not like you're a fifteen year old boy."
Just then there was a crackle and Grissom's secretary's voice came over the line. "Mr. Grissom, Julia's here to see you."
Grissom leaned over and pressed the talk button. "Send her in please."
"Wait a minute Gil, we're not done talking." Catherine stood.
"Cath, believe me. You want to meet Julie."
She stared as a twentysomething girl wearing a pleated black miniskirt and a black top with a big pink 'J' sprawled across the front strolled into the room. Her sleek black shoes and black leather purse screamed 'I miss New York.' The girl had money though. Her dark chestnut hair was let in loose waves around her face, and her makeup was expertly done. Catherine couldn't figure out why this girl was here. "Hi." She held out her hand. "I'm Julia."
"Hi Julia." Catherine shook her hand. "Gil?"
"Julia, this is Catherine Willows, my fiancée. Catherine, this is Julia Grissom, my daughter."
NOW. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD AND ON WITH THE GOOD STUFF.
Chapter 7: I Thank You (credit goes to Sam and Dave for this one)
As soon as Sara spoke those words, warmth flowed over her body. She knew she'd made the right decision. She could see herself spending the rest of her life with Nick and having kids with him. There was nothing more that Sara could want. And he'd done it, just the way she wanted. Flowers and candles and roses, the whole nine yards. "Yes." She repeated, tears forming in her eyes. "Yes I'll marry you!" Nick stood up and wrapped his arms around Sara, spinning her in a circle. Gently, he set her down and then slipped the ring on her finger.
"What say we go tell everybody?" Nick whispered.
Sara laughed and pointed to outside the break room where Catherine, Greg, Warrick, Jaqui, and Brass had gathered. "I think they know."
"Well, what say we confirm. I can't wait to brag to everybody that I got me a wife. I got Sara Sidle, even better."
"When I marry, you think I'm gonna be plain old Sara Sidle. I'm gonna carry your name too, baby. I'll change it to Sara Sidle-Stokes. I'm proud to be marrying you and I'll let everyone know it."
"What's going on in here?" Grissom made his way through the crowd. He stopped short when he saw Sara. "Oh." He glanced at Nick.
Sara and Nick stepped out of the break room.
"So?" Catherine raised her eyebrows. "Nicky, what'd she say?"
"I said yes!" Sara proudly showed off the ring.
"Congratulations." Grissom smiled warmly. "But, we have work to do."
Sara nodded and they all got back to work.
Grissom stared at the ceiling of his office, rubbing the back of his neck. The door opened and in walked Catherine.
"Hi." He sat up and took a deep breath. "You wanted to talk?"
Catherine nodded and sat. "Look, Gil. It's not that I don't love you."
"But you don't want to marry me." He said flatly.
"No. That's not it either." She smiled humorlessly at his impatience. "I'm just afraid you're marrying me for the wrong reasons and that's not a healthy environment for kids to grow up in. If you're marrying me because I'm pregnant, don't. I don't want pity. I don't even know if I'm going to have the baby."
That knocked the wind out of Grissom. He choked. "Not going to have the baby?"
"Grissom, I can't raise three kids on my own, and I won't marry you if you're marrying me because we're having kids." Catherine was firm.
"Catherine, the night I slept with you, I told you I loved you. That hasn't changed. I still love you, and I guess your getting pregnant was the sign I needed. It gave me a push in the right direction. You're the only woman who can figure me out whether I want you to or not. I'm not going down without a fight. I'm asking you to marry me because I want to marry you, kids or no."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Catherine. If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't do this."
"Then I accept. I'll marry you."
"Just one question, why have you been so freaked out about having kids? It's not like you're a fifteen year old boy."
Just then there was a crackle and Grissom's secretary's voice came over the line. "Mr. Grissom, Julia's here to see you."
Grissom leaned over and pressed the talk button. "Send her in please."
"Wait a minute Gil, we're not done talking." Catherine stood.
"Cath, believe me. You want to meet Julie."
She stared as a twentysomething girl wearing a pleated black miniskirt and a black top with a big pink 'J' sprawled across the front strolled into the room. Her sleek black shoes and black leather purse screamed 'I miss New York.' The girl had money though. Her dark chestnut hair was let in loose waves around her face, and her makeup was expertly done. Catherine couldn't figure out why this girl was here. "Hi." She held out her hand. "I'm Julia."
"Hi Julia." Catherine shook her hand. "Gil?"
"Julia, this is Catherine Willows, my fiancée. Catherine, this is Julia Grissom, my daughter."