A/N: Soft pore corn Holly. Really now.

And just in the spirit of Katherine:

Buffy: Let's face it Will, your basic spells are 50/50.

Willow: Oh yeah... well.. SO'S YOUR FACE!

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Grissom rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. 'Too much Gil, too much. You're saying too damn much.' His brain chided, his eyes slipping closed as he winced against the words his brain formed.

Sara rolled onto her side, head propped on a shaky palm, watching as his face contorted in a cacophony of emotions. "Griss? What were you saying?"

If it had been under any other circumstance, he would have been upset with her for prying, but she deserved to know. Eyes still closed, Gil Grissom imagined the woman to his left with a small engagement ring; with a white gold wedding band; smiling when they went to get their papers; moving in, the picture of domestic bliss; happy and healthy carrying his-

"I'm sorry Sara, I have no right to- I went too far." He rolled over onto his right side, cutting himself off from her.

Not saying anything had hurt her more than it should have, more than he had thought it would. She plopped herself back down onto the pillow, willing herself not to get angry. 'Did you really think Sara? Did you think Gil Grissom would change for you?' Mentally, she laughed at herself.

"Right." She spat emotionlessly. She too turned onto her side, their backs facing each other. They listened to the other breathe for long moments, each wanting to say something, neither having a clue how to spit it out.

The bed shifted, and Sara felt Grissom's heaton her back as he wrapped an arm around her. He was reaching out to her, and that was something she supposed. He kissed the nape of her neck gently and Sara emitting a shaky breath, willing herself not to cry. 'Don't cry, don't you do it.'

"I'm sorry." He began, stroking the skin of her stomach. "I do want to spend... just, forever with you Sara, but I can't... it's not my place to make a claim over you. That's taking it too far."

"No it isn't." She said angrily, body tensing in his arms and he was thrown off for a moment. "No it isn't. I've waited this long for you Griss. You know I'd have waited forever. It's like a sickness, you're a sickness. Terminal. I would have waited for you and you know it. I claimed you a long time ago, whether or not you accept that, I did." She threw him a glare over her shoulder. "So don't give me that shit Griss. Even if you didn't know it, you've had a claim on me for years now."

He leaned into her, closer, heaved out a tension filled sigh that bathed her neck in warmth.

"You break me Sara." He whispered, not really intending to say it.

"No, I can break you Gil, and you can break me too. And that's the risk that everyone else but you is willing to take. I never saw you as a coward Gil." She concluded with a dejected sigh.

"Yes Sara, you can. And you have, but that's... that's my fault."

"And you've broken me too. But I piece back together. I always do." Sara claimed, rolling over in his arms. "And if you can't handle that, if you're indecisive, it's better that this just... not go any further." Her chest constricted when she spoke the words, and the tears pushed the invisible barrier that she had carefully constructed.

He rolled onto his back then, reprimanding himself internally for being so indecisive. He'd just taken her to dinner, he'd just made love to her... and it felt like he'd been doing it forever. What could be more right?

She too rolled over, to see what he was thinking. His eyes were closed again, his face relaxed, peaceful. His palms lay atop his chest, where they rose and fell with each breath. For a moment, she thought that he was asleep, but his eyes popped open, looking directly at her.

"I want to marry you." He said, crisp and clear, no room for interpretation. "I think that I should marry you, Sara." He stressed, and looked back at the ceiling, still calm, still relaxed, waiting for her to truly feel the weight of his words.

Her mouth fell open and she stared at him. "You're... insane." She said flatly. "And, and..."

Grissom peeked over at her, and then returned to staring at the flecks of glitter on her ceiling. "Are you asking me that, or are you telling me that?" Her voice had taken on a decidedly different tone then, coming out more as a squeak than actual English?

'"If I asked you, would you really say yes?" He asked, doubting even then that her answer would be the affirmative.

"Yes." She answered immediately, her head propped on her han once more, as she watched his face go from placid to utterly shocked, speechless. She grinned and he turned to her, looking like a fish out of water, mouth opening steadily-open and closed.

"After three days?" It was his turn to squeak then, and she laughed, bringing her free hand out to toy with his hair.

"Gil, it's been thirteen years." She said matter-of-factly, and he returned to stare at the ceiling in shock."And if your dream is any indication, I've had you... my whole life. Which is saying alot, because I ain't getting any younger."

He scoffed at her comment. "Ain't isn't a word."

"It's in the dictionary and you're avoiding the matter at hand. I just said that I'd marry you Gil, all you have to do is ask." Frantically, she grabbed his hand and held it tightly.

His lips quirked up on one side, as did his brow when he looked at her. She smiled, a toothy grin, and it was his undoing. He quickly rolled over and engulfed her with his arms and despite herself she laughed throatily. "Unlike some of the things I've done in the past, this has to be done right. I'm not half assing it." He pondered for a moment. "And I can't believe that only after three days..."

"Griss, this is where you let. It. Go." She chided, digging her nails into his forearm softly. "This place, right here, let it all go." She urged. "Tell me you love me." Sara said straight to his face.

He smiled at the ceiling, and then looked at her. "I love you."

She grinned back and smacked him on the arm. "Far be it for me to say, but really, that's all that maters. You need to stop being so damn analytical and just... just... feel the breeze." She took his hand, licked his pointer finger and held it in the air. "See, breeze. Feel it?"

Strange, strange, so very strange, giddy, weightless, she felt like she was teaching him something. And odd, how much younger he felt with her.

"So much for testing the waters Sara, you just jumping in. Cannonballed even."

Sara sighed happily and stretched. "Mmm, I'm over this whole 'waiting for people to break my heart' deal. It's so last year." She said in jest. "I'm all about seize the moment now." She finished when she came out of her cat-like pose.

Grisosm allowed her words to settle. "Mmm and what happens when the moment's over?"

Sara stared him down. "I intend for this to be a really long moment. Very eventful." She grinned and kissed him deeply, rolling onto his chest and peering down into his eyes.

"Momentous?" He shot back?

"Mmm." She moaned, puling on his lips with her teeth. She set up camp there for a few moments. "The best moments are."