Yes, I am back to writing/continuing my story, even though it's been a long time. School and assignments have been keeping me super busy, and as much as I would love to have posted more to my stories, instead I had essays to write. So here is my latest and fluffiest chapter of "Fragile." This instalment takes place lets say about 6 months after the last chapter. I know it's all fluff, but damn it, I am in a fluff mood. Enjoy!

Emma walked down the hall of CSI headquarters, glancing into doorways. Finally she spotted someone she knew.

"Hey Em!"

"Hi Catherine. Where is everyone?"

"If you're looking for Nick, he and Sara are at a crime scene. Warrick should be back soon…"

"I'm actually looking for Grissom."

"He was in his office last time I checked. How are the wedding plans coming? Big day is coming up soon" Catherine smiled.

Emma sighed. The big day was in fact approaching shortly. She still had a few things to take care of, one of which was the reason she had to see Grissom. But otherwise, almost everything was done.

"Nearly done with the plans. Anyways, I should go find Gris. I'll see you later ok?" Catherine nodded and said goodbye too while Emma continued on to Grissom's office. She saw his door open and him sitting at his desk. She knocked on the doorframe, and he glanced up at her, over the rims of his glasses. Grissom smiled and waved her in.

"What can I do for you Emma?" he asked her smiling.

"I have a question for you."

"Shoot."

Emma stopped for a second, thinking of the best way to phrase what she wanted to ask. She had a close relationship with the older man, one that was mentor and student, but after she had finished school and started as nurse, it had become something else.

"Grissom, you know I'm not close to my mom, and that I never knew my dad…you know traditionally at weddings…." She stopped, as Grissom started to give her an odd look.

"Go on" he said.

"Well I figure since your close with Nick and me, that, um, I was wondering if you would walk me down the aisle?"

Grissom sat in shock for a moment, thinking about what she had just asked him. It didn't take him long to answer though.

"I'd be honoured Emma."

Tears clouded her eyes as she got up to hug him. Their relationship had become something else; father and daughter. Grissom had taken her under his wing, and she found that even though they weren't biologically related, he was someone she could talk to, someone who could teach her new things, and someone who loved her in a way that only a parent could.

"Thank you" she whispered into his shoulder.

People talked in hushed tones as they waited. Suddenly their attentions turned to the front of the room as three men in tuxedos entered with a priest. Greg patted Nick on the shoulder as he looked up at the senior CSI.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"Not really" replied Nick, who surveyed the crowd.

"You are not a good liar dude" Warrick chuckled, patting Nick on the back.

The beginning of Canon in D filled the church with music. The men all looked back at the double doors as one slid open and Catherine started down the aisle. A few seconds later, she was followed by Sara. Both women wore simple green dresses that they had picked out with Emma. The music began to swell and then the doors were both opened. Grissom appeared with Emma on his arm and began their walk down the aisle. Nick smiled widely at the site. Emma looked gorgeous in a strapless gown with embroidery along the top and waist. The dress had a small train, and she wore her hair slightly curled, half up. Her veil was long and simple, but suited her and the dress. She smiled back at him; her eyes alight with excitement and love.

"You're a lucky man," his best man Warrick, whispered to Nick. Nick walked down the steps to his wife to be. Grissom shook his hand, and then turned to Emma. She kissed him on the cheek and he pulled her into a hug. Then Emma turned back to Nick, and they took hands.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman…" began the priest.

The reception was small and simple. The guests danced as the bride and groom swayed in each other's arms. Catherine sat at the head table swirling the remains of her champagne in her glass.

"I was wondering if I could have this dance?" a deep voiced asked her. She knew who it was, and turned around slowly to face Warrick.

"Of course" she replied grinning. He led her to the dance floor and she wrapped her hands around his neck. They enjoyed the embrace for a few moments before he broke the silence.

"Do you think we should tell them about us anytime soon?"

"They're bound to figure it out sooner or later," she purred in his ear, dropping a kiss on his neck.

"If you keep this up, it will be sooner than you think" he laughed.

"Something tells me no one will mind," she answered, glancing at Grissom and Sara who were also slow dancing.

"So my place or yours tonight?" he whispered in her ear.

Hope you liked it. Short I know, but that's all I have time for. Hopefully more in the week to come. Byes. L