"May I have this dance?"

"Yes, you may."

Del, with the charm of a long-ago gentleman, led Sara onto the dance floor. She felt the jealous green eyes of the rest of the maids following them and the blue eyes of one Gil Grissom.

It was much later now. The main course had already been served and they were waiting on Wiley and Polexia to cut the cake. The heavy dinner was settling into the stomachs of many, putting them in a stupor, but still cognizant enough to get up and slow-dance.

Del danced differently than Grissom: the junior-high-school way, Sara called it. Her arms around his neck and his arms encompassing her waist.

Sara would probably always remember the song that was playing while they danced—"Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5—but right now she couldn't care less. She just wanted to talk to Del now.

"So," she said, keeping her voice low, "tell me about yourself, Del Gray."

"What do you want to know?" Del gave a smile that dimpled his right cheek.

"Well, where are you from?"

"Dallas, originally," Del replied. "But I've been living in L.A. for the past seven years. And you?"

"You're looking at it," Sara smiled, her eyes swinging towards the house. "That's where I grew up. But I'm in Las Vegas now, going on six years."

"You like it there?"

Sara hesitated and sneaked a glance at Grissom, in deep conversation with one of the groomsmen, Gavin. "I don't know," she said slowly.

"You don't know?"

"I mean, yes, I love it there but…sometimes…it feels good to be home sometimes, you know?"

"I guess so," Del said. "I try to go home at least for Christmas."

There was a pause and Sara finally asked the question that had been on her mind since the end of the wedding, "Now, tell me who told you to look after me?"

Del kept his smile, "Oh, Sara Sidle. Ever the CSI, aren't you?"

"I want to know. You know I'll find out if you don't tell me."

"Sorry, kid, but as a lawyer, it's my job to protect my client."

"I hope you know it's common knowledge for CSIs to hate lawyers."

"I'm prepared to dispel that myth, kid, but—"

"Why do you keep calling me kid? I'm older than you! Don't make me stamp on your foot."

"—I'm not a criminal lawyer, I specialize in civil rights. I represent the downtrodden, the abused. You and I would never meet up in court."

"And you're not going to tell me a damn thing, are you?"

"I swore to secrecy…kid. When the time is right, you'll surely know," Del promised. "But for now, just call me your guardian angel."

As Del and Sara left the dance floor, Grissom approached them. "You must be the famous Del," he said.

"Famous?" Del raised an eyebrow. "I don't know about that. And you are?"

"Gil Grissom," Grissom stuck out his hand for Del to shake. "Sara and I are work colleagues."

"Ah, another CSI," Del smiled at Sara. "Do you hate lawyers, too?"

"Beg pardon?" Grissom raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, little inside joke," Del said with a laugh. He shook Grissom's hand heartily. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Grissom. Sara's a lovely person. You're lucky to work with her."

"You have no idea," Grissom smiled at Sara, who blushed.

"Well, Del, I just wanted to say thank you," Grissom said sincerely. "You're truly a hero in my eyes and Sara's too, I'm sure."

It was Del's turn to blush now. "I…I'm just doing my job, sir. Defending people, that is. And Cade Sheffield is a royal fuck-head, if you'll excuse me."

"You're excused. And I couldn't agree more," Grissom gave a wry smile this time. "Please don't point this…man out, or you'll have to hold me back. If it's one thing I cannot stand, it's the abuse of women."

Sara cleared her throat. She felt unnerved by this conversation now.

"I think we're making Sara uncomfortable," Del said. "Sara, thank you for the dance." He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and whispered, "I'll never tell" as he pulled away, imitating the line from the movie. "Mr. Grissom, a privilege."

"Interesting fellow, your Del Gray," Grissom said to Sara as they watched Del return to the groomsmen's table and the game of Quarters they were heavily involved in. Del was handed a glass of beer, which he took but didn't drink. He set it back on the table and watched the game.

"He's a nice guy," agreed Sara, "but his eyes are green."

"What?" Grissom gave her a puzzled look.

Sara didn't answer. She was listening to the music. "Oh!" she said with unexpected excitement. "I love this song. Dance with me, Grissom, please?"

"Hey!" came a new voice behind Sara, gently grabbing her forearm. "You didn't come all this way from Las Vegas to dance with someone you always see, did you?"

Sara turned to face her smiling brother. "I assume you're offering your services?"

Wiley shrugged. "I saw you and Del, I got jealous. Mr. Grissom, may I?"

Grissom dipped his head a bit. "Be my guest."

"Isn't Polly going to get jealous?" Sara joked as Wiley put his hand on the small of her back. So, he dances like Grissom does.

"Of who, my own little sister?" Wiley laughed as he swooped her on the floor.

"To everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven," sang the Byrds.

"I hope you're happy, Wiley," Sara said.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Wiley frowned, looking like his mother.

"Well…is Polly the last?" Sara whispered.

Wiley sighed. "I hope so, Sunshine."

"A time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant, a time to reap, a time to kill, a time to heal, a time to laugh, a time to weep…"

They spotted her at the head table in her big beautiful white whicker bridal chair adorned in pink lace and ribbons. Kirya was asleep in her lap and Polexia's sister Crisli held her small son Troy, who was in as comatose a state as Kirya.

"I love her a lot," Wiley continued. They whirled past Cade dancing with Elsa. Sara avoided his gaze. "More than I've loved…you know…"

"Amber, Emily and Veronica?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"So…why?" Sara asked. "Why so many?"

"Because every time I thought I'd found the right one…I would be wrong. Something would do a one-eighty, as you say, and I would realize I wasn't happy anymore," Wiley sighed. "When Amber became pregnant, I couldn't wait to marry her. I knew she'd be the one I'd marry ever since we got together. Well, after Elizabeth was born, our relationship just kind of…waned. There's only so long you can stay with a person, Sunshine."

"To everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven."

"You were with Amber for only a year!"

"No, we were married for a year," Wiley corrected. "We'd been together for ten years before we got married. Remember, we were high school sweethearts?"

Sara had been seven when Wiley started seeing Amber, but did remember the tall, leggy blonde cheerleader whom Sara wished she could look like. Amber had been nice enough, taking her to the beach and teaching her cat's cradle, but Sara could tell Amber didn't really like her.

"A time to build up, a time to break down, a time to dance, a time to mourn, a time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together…"

"And I'll admit," Wiley winced then, "that our divorce was completely my fault. I was seeing Emily on the side for at least six months before Amber and I split."

"That I remember," agreed Sara. "You asked me to cover for you more than once."

"I'm sorry if I ever stressed you out, Sunshine," Wiley replied. "But you have to admit, my relationship with Amber was never stable, even when we were in school. On and off every other week it seemed like. I should have seen it coming."

"But what happened with Emily?" Sara asked, hungry for information. It was so rare she got to hear the inside scoop from her brother. He was pretty private when it came to his marriages and divorces but open about everything else. "You guys seemed happy enough."

"I don't exactly recall what happened with Emily. We were happy, yes. We wanted children right away. Sophie was born two years into the marriage and two years later came Megan…I don't think I can answer that one, Sunshine. I think I just woke up one morning and decided I wasn't happy. Call it a midlife crisis if you like."

"Okay."

"To everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven."

"I lived alone for a year before meeting Veronica. We married, had Kirya. I think you have a good idea why I divorced her."

"Pageants." Sara had known it from the beginning.

"Of course. I hated those things. Kirya's my little princess, I adore her, she's an angel…but when Ronnie slapped all that makeup on her, I couldn't stand it. I told Ronnie, the pageants go or I do. I wouldn't stop supporting Kirya but if I discovered she'd spent one cent of my money on those damned pageants, I'll sue her for permanent custody. She has to send me all her receipts, so I'll definitely know."

"A time of love, a time of hate, a time of war, a time of peace, a time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing…"

"After Ronnie and I were through, I did some more traveling. I went on group trips all over the world and when I went to Australia…when Polly came into my life…God, I just knew my life would never be the same."

"I hope so, Wiley. I really hope so."

Wiley's eyes swung towards Polexia. "She's just so lovely, isn't she?"

Sara craned her neck a little. Someone had taken Kirya to bed, leaving Polexia free and dancing with her father now, the pair of them smiling, talking softly. Georgia was snapping a few pictures of them. Polexia had detached her veil and Sara saw briefly that she had also taken off her shoes. She looked so happy and bright, sort of glowing, and when Sara looked back at her brother, she suddenly became crystal-clear about the thing Maaike had called "eye love". Oh, how Wiley's brown eyes were so intent on Polexia, his eyes drinking her in, lost, oblivious to anything but her…was that how Grissom looked at Sara, as Maaike had pointed out? Sara felt a tingling sensation as her own eyes swiveled towards Grissom…and damn if he wasn't staring at her the way her brother was now staring at his new wife!

"Yeah, Wiley," Sara nodded. "She's great."

And brother and sister danced like a lord and lady, beneath a white tent in the backyard of their childhood home, in the glow of the jaundiced light of what Sara knew for sure was Wiley's fourth and final wedding.

"To everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven."