Geek's A/N: Leslie is my hero. Really, y'all. Who else can I call up on my way home from school and just gab with? I mean, besides my husband. And who else can I drunk-dial and ramble to for like 30 minutes straight?

So Lez, here's to you. And here's to meeting up in NYC one day and getting unfathomably trashed together! ;)

Oh, yeah, one more thing. You BITCH! How could you leave me with something so…open-ended? ;)

Sara was still gazing at the moon, a half-smile on her face, when Grissom tilted his head to the side and said, "So what did you mean?"

She tore her eyes from the moon and looked at him, the same half-smile still playing upon her lips. "I mean that you needed to let go of all the insecurity, the questions, the uncertainty, and just go with it. With us," she emphasized.

He smiled. "Point taken." He thought for a moment. "So you'll really do it? You'll marry me?"

She looked at him. "I said yes, didn't I?" A small chuckle. "I can promise you, Gil, I wouldn't have said yes unless I meant it. So that brings me to the inevitable question…why did you do this? Because you felt like you had to? Because you wanted to? Because you thought I wanted you to?" She looked him in the eyes, unwavering.

He gave her a solemn smile and a searching look. Reaching for her hands, he gazed first at the ring, then back up into her face. "Sara…" he started. Regrouping, he took a deep breath and said, "Sara, I asked you to marry me for one reason and one reason only. I want to marry you. That's it," he shrugged. "I've loved you for years, God help me, and once I had you in my arms, I knew I could never let you go. It's what I've always been afraid of—that once I got a taste of you, I could never get enough. As it turned out, I was right." He paused. "So I want to make you mine. Forever." His eyes seared into her soul, searching her out. He clenched her hands tighter, suddenly sounding desperate. "You meant it? You'll really have me?"

An exasperated grin. "As I said before, Griss…Let. It. Go." He looked at her, blinking once. She smiled again and rolled her eyes, knowing that he needed her to spell it out. "Yes, Griss. I'll have you. Not only that. I want you."

Excitement suddenly overtook her and she couldn't help herself; she smiled wildly and threw her arms around him. "Yes, Gil," she whispered. "I'll be your wife."

He let out a joyous laugh and whirled her around in a bear hug before putting her back down on the ground and kissing her gently on the nose. "I'm going to do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in the world," he whispered. Then suddenly, his face changed. "Shit! We're late for work!"

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During the drive to the lab, they had talked a bit about how they would handle things at work. Neither of them wanted to make a grand announcement. At the same time, Sara didn't want to actually hide their relationship. It was eventually decided that they wouldn't say anything until they were asked about it. Sara would wear her engagement ring normally, and they would wait until someone noticed it and asked her about it.

"Yeah," Sara snorted. "We're working with people who are paid to notice things. It'll probably take what, two, three minutes, max?" she said.

As it turned out, it took closer to ten minutes. She and Grissom arrived at the lab together (and right on time), but there was no one in the parking lot to notice, so she entered by one door, and Grissom by another. They both went straight to the locker room to change, thankfully encountering no one in the process. After they had changed into their work clothes, Sara went to the break room, where her teammates were already waiting and Grissom went to his office to find out what was on the agenda for the evening.

Sara attempted to occupy herself with a forensics journal as her fellow team members grilled her about being "on-time" rather than early, for once. She forced a smile and answered that she overslept, but they weren't buying. Hiding her hands beneath the journal in her lap, she looked up and suppressed a smile as Grissom entered, assignments in hand. She breathed a sigh of relief as her friends turned their attention toward her fiancé. 'Whew,' she thought. 'At least I made it this far without breaking down and confessing.'

As Grissom began going over assignments, Sara's nose started to itch. She raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes as she felt the sneeze coming on. She sneezed once, twice, three times, covering her mouth with her hands. Her teammates turned toward her in amusement, ready to say, "bless you," and everything in Sara's head started happening in slow motion.

First, she saw Nick's eyebrows furrow together in confusion. Then she saw Warrick simply raise both his eyebrows in surprise. Greg's mouth fell open, and the last thing she was aware of before all hell broke loose was Catherine's gasp as she stood up, almost involuntarily.

"Sara!" Catherine said, rushing over and grabbing her hand. "What is this?" she demanded.

"Damn, girl," Warrick chimed in. "That's a rather large rock you're sporting."

Sara looked at Grissom helplessly. He raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question and Sara nodded back at him, resigned.

Grissom drew in a deep breath and blew it out just as slowly. "Guys," he said, drawing their attention back to him. He stood up and walked over to the break room door, shutting it. "May I have a word with you?"

Everyone nodded silently back at him, their attention divided between Grissom and Sara. Sara tried in vain to suppress a smile.

Grissom rolled his head, loosening the tension in his neck, as he tried to figure out the proper words. "Guys…" he began. "Oh, what the hell," he rolled his eyes. "As you've no doubt gathered, Sara is engaged."

He waited for the news to sink in. Catherine was just opening her mouth when Nick beat her to the punch. "Sara!" he said, a little hurt. "I didn't even know you were seeing anyone! Who gave you that rock?"

Sara looked at her fiancé and raised a single eyebrow, daring him.

He rolled his eyes heavenward and shoved his hands in his pockets before steeling himself and saying, "I did."

For about ten seconds, the six people in the break room stood in utter and total silence.

Nick, surprisingly enough, was the first to break the silence. In a move that was totally out-of-character for him, particularly among women, he opened his eyes wide and said, "What the fuck?"

This jerked Catherine out of her reverie, and she turned to Grissom and said, "Uh, Gil?"

Warrick sat silent, taking everything in, as Greg gave a nervous chuckle and said, "Aha, good one, guys. You had me there—I really thought you were serious for a second."

Catherine swiveled toward Greg and slowly said, "Greg…I think they are serious."