By the middle of February, Catherine's injuries had healed, and she was cleared to return to work. Her neck often gave her pain, but the doctor had assured her that the pain would eventually decrease. Around the same time, Warrick had his cast removed, and Grissom was going to allow him to return to fieldwork. It was the first time in a while that everyone had been sitting in the break room when Grissom handed out assignments. "Greg, you can go with Nick to a 419," Grissom spoke, "Catherine, Sara, you've got an arson, and Warrick, you're with me for another 419."

Warrick passed Grissom to walk out the door, but Grissom called him back. "You're driving, Warrick," Grissom stated, holding out the keys.

Warrick reluctantly took the keys and headed out to the car.

"Sara, are you doing anything tomorrow after shift?" Catherine asked on the way to their scene.

"No, why?" Sara replied.

"Because your wedding is in slightly over two weeks, and we haven't gone shopping for anything," Catherine stated, "and do not try to tell me you went shopping on your own."

"No, I didn't," Sara admitted, "I haven't really thought about it."

"You haven't thought about your wedding?" Catherine said, alarmed.

Sara chuckled. "Of course I've thought about my wedding," Sara corrected, "I just didn't think about the flowers or anything that's needed for the wedding."

"Please tell me you sent out invitations," Catherine stated, worried that Sara had omitted them also.

"I informed people about the time and place. It wasn't hard, it's mainly you guys and a couple of other people from work that are coming."

"Surely you're inviting family?"

Sara slowly let out the breath she had just drawn in. "There's no one left to invite really," Sara stated, trying to evade the question.

Catherine continued her line of questioning. "Your parents are still alive, aren't they?"

"My parents and I do not get along," Sara stated, frustrated that Catherine would not give up.

Catherine was about to ask another question, but she had noticed that Sara had become uptight. "So, is the color still blue?" Catherine asked, successfully changing the subject.

"Yeah."

"So we need to pick out flowers, and decorations, and the cake," Catherine started listing.

"Catherine, I told you, this isn't going to be a big deal," Sara tried to remind her.

"I know Sara, but that doesn't mean everything can't look nice. We'll go after tomorrow's shift to decide everything."

"Alright," Sara conceded, knowing that her wedding was quickly approaching.

Catherine pulled up to the scene, and they both exited the vehicle to get to work.

After Grissom got into the vehicle, Warrick waited to start it. "We do have a scene to go to," Grissom stated.

Warrick turned the key and pulled out of the parking lot. Although Grissom didn't say anything, he watched the speedometer the entire way to the scene. Warrick felt as if he was being examined under a microscope, and he was fighting not to squirm in his seat. "Grissom, what do you want?" Warrick snapped when he pulled up to the scene.

"Nothing," Grissom stated nonchalantly, "thank you for getting me to the scene safely."

Before Warrick could comment, Grissom exited the vehicle and headed to duck under the crime scene tape. Warrick shook his head and took a minute to get himself back under control. When he was sure he was his collected self once again, Warrick grabbed his kit and walked to where Grissom had ducked under a minute before.

At the end of the next shift, Sara walked into Grissom's office. "Cath and I are going to leave to shop for the wedding," Sara announced.

"Good," Grissom spoke, "have a good time. I'm going to wait up for you at home."

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Sara asked.

"Would you like me to come?"

"You don't have to. Catherine is probably going to drag me around the store to pick everything out anyway."

"You go ahead and have fun," Grissom smiled, "I'll be waiting for you when you get home."

"Thanks Griss," Sara groaned.

"Anytime."

Sara left his office to join Catherine at the car.

"Where are we going?" Sara asked as Catherine drove.

"To pick out the flowers," Catherine spoke, "the florist is open this early."

"Okay."

"I still haven't gotten to see your dress yet," Catherine pointed out.

"Yeah, I know. At this point, you can just wait until the wedding," Sara stated.

Catherine smiled. "Did you get it fitted yet?"

"Do you think I'm incapable of taking care of any details of my wedding?" Sara said, raising an eyebrow.

"Does it look good?" Catherine asked, taking the hint to stop annoying her.

"No, it looks absolutely horrible," Sara deadpanned.

Catherine pulled into the flower shop and opened her door. "Let's go pick out the flowers."

As Catherine walked around looking at different cut flowers, Sara went straight to where some potted irises were displayed. After finding the perfect color blue, Sara ventured to find Catherine. "Cath, I found the perfect irises," Sara stated.

"Where? I didn't see any irises," Catherine replied, rather surprised.

Sara led Catherine back to where the potted plants were and pointed to the iris. "You want to use potted plants?" Catherine questioned.

"There aren't going to be that many people at the wedding, so we only needed six tables. I'd rather use the live plants so people can take them home," Sara explained.

"Well, it's a good color," Catherine reasoned, "do you want to look at some roses and other cut flowers to pick out what you want for your bouquet?"

"I guess so. There should probably be a central flower arrangement also."

Catherine led Sara back to the cut flowers, and they started discussing the various options with the florist.

After spending two hours picking out flowers, Catherine and Sara headed to a bakery to try and pick out a wedding cake design. "What kind of cake does Gil like?" Catherine asked Sara when they entered the bakery.

"He likes just about everything," Sara stated.

"Well, we've got to sit down and test the different flavors. It probably would have been better to bring Gil with you to do this."

"Cath, Gil wouldn't care what kind of cake it is."

Sara sat down at the small table next to Catherine, and the store owner waited to take their requests. "If you choose something that he doesn't like," Catherine spoke, "he's not going to eat the cake."

"Cath, he'll eat just about anything."

"Call him, tell him the different flavors, and ask him what he likes best. That way you'll know he'll like it," Catherine suggested.

"I tell you Cath, he's just going to tell me to pick," Sara started.

"Just call him."

Sara sighed and pulled her cell phone off of her belt. Grissom picked up after two rings. "Grissom," he spoke.

"Did I wake you?" Sara asked.

"No, I was just resting. I told you I was going to wait up for you, remember?"

"Yeah."

"So, what's going on?"

"We picked out the flowers, and now we're working on picking out the cake. That's why I'm calling actually."

"Oh, what did Catherine get you into?"

Sara chuckled. "You know her too well. She wanted me to call you to ask what kind of cake you want."

"A wedding cake," Grissom deadpanned.

"Thanks Gil, like I didn't know that. Any particular flavor?"

"No, I really don't care Sara. I'm not picky."

"That's what I told Catherine. Do you want me to read off the kinds, and you can pick one?"

"Sara, whatever you want is fine."

"How about cannoli cake?"

"That sounds perfect."

"Okay, it'll probably be that then," Sara stated, "we're still going to be a while yet, why don't you head to bed?"

"Sara, I told you I was going to wait up for you," Grissom reiterated.

"I know, but you like to sleep longer than I do."

"I'll be waiting for you. Hope you have fun."

"Thanks Griss, I'll see you soon."

Sara closed her cell phone and noticed that Catherine was smiling. "What?" Sara questioned.

"Nothing, the two of you are just funny."

Sara decided not to answer her comment. "He said he didn't care what kind of cake."

"Oh well. You did say that you like cannoli though, why don't we try that?"

"Okay."

The store owner cut two small pieces of cannoli cake and placed the plates in front of them. Sara picked up her fork and tasted it. "Mmm, this is really good."

"Yeah, it is," Catherine replied after tasting hers, "are there any other flavors that you want to try?"

"No, the cannoli cake is really good, I'd like this."

Sara and Catherine discussed the design with the store owner and eventually left the bakery.

Catherine and Sara walked into a department store and headed back to the fabric department. "Is the hotel providing the tablecloths?" Catherine asked.

"Yes, that's all taken care of," Sara replied.

"Okay, then we just need to get some fabric to cover the flowerpots."

After picking out some royal blue fabric, they headed to the home decor section. "You've got to pick out favors," Catherine spoke.

"Yeah, I do. I was thinking paperweights for the guys," Sara stated.

"Okay, why don't we look at the selection."

Catherine and Sara found the right aisle and started looking at the different paperweights. "How about this one?" Catherine joked, holding up a plastic paperweight with a tarantula inside of it.

Sara played along. "Yes, I think that is perfect. Now to find something that won't make the guests turn away," Sara stated.

Catherine smiled, and they got serious once again. Sara found a small metal paperweight with a carved butterfly on the top. "I think I've got a good one," Sara spoke, holding up the paperweight.

Catherine walked closer and observed the paperweight. "That is a good choice," Catherine spoke, "especially with the bug on there for Grissom."

"It's not a bug, it's a butterfly," Sara defended.

"Which is an insect."

"Oh, you're the expert now."

"No, that's okay, one is more than enough."

Sara smiled and collected enough paperweights for the men. "What do you want to do for the ladies?" Catherine asked.

"I'm not quite sure," Sara replied.

"How about candles?" Catherine asked, heading further down the aisle.

Sara continued walking and picked up a candle. "There are butterflies on the candles too," Sara said, holding one up.

Catherine took the candle from Sara and looked it over. "It's nice. There would be a continuous theme too."

Sara added enough candles to the cart and looked over their choices. "I think we're done," Sara spoke.

"You sure this is everything you need?" Catherine asked.

"Yeah, this is plenty," Sara replied.

They headed to the checkout, loaded their purchases into the car, and Catherine drove toward Sara's house. "Do you want me to hold onto everything and make sure it gets to the hotel in one piece?" Catherine questioned.

"Yeah, that way you can get everything there so they can set it all up."

"Exactly. Also, it'll be one less thing you have to worry about. The bakery will take care of getting the cake there, and the florist will make sure the flowers get there."

"Okay, thanks for helping me with this Cath."

Catherine smiled. "It was fun to go shopping. Plus, it's about time the two of you tied the knot, the wedding should at least look nice."

Sara nudged Catherine's shoulder. "Sure, you tease Griss and I, but you and Warrick are still doing some kind of pseudo love dance."

"Sara, we are not going to your wedding together. The two of us kind of agreed that now was not the right time to start something up."

"The two of you decided, or you decided?"

Catherine sighed. "Sara, I don't want to talk about this right now. It's almost time for your wedding, you don't need to be thinking about my love life."

"Uh huh," Sara spoke, "now you know how it felt for you to be messing with mine all of the time."

Catherine shot Sara a cold look and continued driving. When she pulled into Sara's driveway, Sara opened the door. "I'll see you at shift later," Sara spoke.

"Okay. Tell Gil I said hi."

Sara nodded, unlocked the front door, and entered the house.

When Sara walked into the living room, she found Grissom fast asleep on the couch. She sat down near his face and ran her fingers through his hair. Grissom opened his eyes and looked up at her. "You're home," he spoke, his voice tinged with sleep.

"Yeah, you really were tired, weren't you? I told you you could go to bed. It would have been much more comfortable."

"I wanted to wait for you to see what you had picked out."

"Well, Cath took everything, she's going to make sure everything gets over to the hotel. I can tell you what I picked out though."

Grissom stretched his arms and wrapped them loosely around Sara's waist. "What time is it?"

"Just after noon."

"Why don't we go lay down, and you can tell me about everything. You need some rest before work tonight."

"Yeah I do," Sara yawned, not realizing how tired she really was.

Sara stood up to allow Grissom to get up from the couch. After they had changed and gotten more comfortable, they snuggled under the covers and discussed what Sara had chosen. "I picked out potted irises for the flowers," Sara stated.

Grissom smiled, thinking back to the potted plant he had once sent her. "That's nice," he answered.

"Those are going to be the centerpieces for the tables, and the florist is going to make an arrangement out of white roses and cut irises. It'll go up in the front where we're going to end up standing."

"How about your bouquet?"

"That's a surprise, you'll have to wait."

Grissom smiled into Sara's hair and kissed her neck. "How about the impossible choice of cake?" Grissom joked.

"Cannoli cake. I took one bite of it and knew that it was the one."

"I've been replaced," Grissom feigned hurt.

Sara turned over and kissed him on the lips. "Not possible," she stated.

Grissom allowed Sara to turn back over. "Was that all?"

"No, we picked up favors too. You're going to like those."

"Oh, why?"

"Because they have bugs on them."

"Sara, bugs? Is that really appropriate for our wedding? You don't really want that, do you?"

Sara laughed and enclosed his hand in hers. "Stop worrying. I picked them out, remember. There are paperweights with butterflies on top for the guys, and candles with butterflies on the side for the women."

Grissom breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. At least it's not one of the less attractive insects. If it was, everyone would blame it on me."

"Oh, since Catherine is the only one who knows, they're still going to pin it on you. At least I didn't let her pick out the ones with tarantulas in them."

Grissom shook his head and tickled Sara's stomach. "Troublemaker," he teased.

"Come on, I was thinking of you," Sara stated.

Grissom trailed a couple of kisses down the back of her neck. "I know, and I'm sure everything is fine," he spoke, "is that everything we need now?"

"Yeah, everything is picked out. Have you gotten fitted for your tux?"

"No honey, I totally forgot about it," Grissom joked.

Sara reached behind her and poked him in the stomach. "Hey, no poking," he chided, "I told you last week that I went."

"Oh well, I forgot I guess," Sara stated, "Cath says hi."

"I'm sure you two had a lot of fun."

"Yeah, tons," Sara said sarcastically, "it wasn't that bad, but I hate being out shopping that long. Catherine, on the other hand, loves to do that kind of thing."

"She means well."

"I know."

Grissom nestled closer to Sara and rested his hand on her hip. After a few minutes, Sara tried to address Grissom again. "Griss," she spoke.

When she received no reply, she listened to his even breathing and realized he was sleeping. He really must be tired. Oh well, it's nothing that can't wait until later. Sara took a little longer to get comfortable, and eventually, she too fell asleep.