Post-Butterflied

Disclaimer: The only CSI stuff I own is seasons 1-4 on DVD, but that doesn't entitle me to a darn thing...

Chapter 28

About a week before the wedding, Grissom and Sara decided to have a get-together with all of their friends. Warrick, Catherine, Nick, Greg, and Brass all met at their house to have dinner and hang out for a while. When their meal was finished, someone had the brilliant idea of playing a game of Monopoly. Not even an hour into the game and Greg and Sara had already gone bankrupt.

"No way," Warrick cursed as he landed on Catherine's hotel on Boardwalk for the second time in a row, "that's just not possible."

"Oh it's possible," Catherine smirked, "now pay up."

"I already stayed there last time, can't I get a discount?" Warrick asked.

"Nope, sorry dear, pay the full amount," Catherine told him.

"Come on, you won't give your old pal Warrick a deal?" he pleaded.

"I'm not breaking the rules, not even for you," Catherine insisted, "now pay up!"

"Fine," Warrick grumbled and counted out his cash. By the time he paid Catherine, he had about 4 left.

Grissom, who was in jail for the third time, paid the 50 fee to get out of jail and rolled the dice. He counted the spaces and landed on the Community Chest.

"You've got to be kidding me," Grissom's face fell, " 'Go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect 200'. I give up. I'm not leaving jail until I roll doubles now."

"Boy, Grissom just can't stay out of trouble," Brass laughed.

"Okay, Jim, it's your turn, you're more than welcome to stay at the Boardwalk Hotel," Catherine teased.

"With any luck, I'll just miss those spaces," Brass rolled, "what'd I tell you? I landed on Go."

"You got lucky this time," Catherine grinned and took the dice after paying Brass for landing on Go.

"You know what, I'm thinking Miss Banker over here has been slipping herself bills," Nick accused, "look at all that money."

"No, man, that's just all of my money," Warrick grumbled.

"How dare you accuse me of cheating?" Catherine pretended to be hurt, "just because you're losing."

"I am not losing, I have more money than Warrick," Nick defended, grabbing the dice from the board.

"Do you guys realize how ridiculous you sound?" Sara asked, snickering from her seat behind Grissom.

"You sound like little kids," Greg laughed.

"Oh God, we're really bad if Greg thinks we sound like little kids," Warrick said.

"Hey!" Greg snapped.

"You asked for it," Nick grinned.

"Maybe we should stop this and do something else," Grissom suggested, "they are right, we're arguing over a simple board game."

"Oh sure, you're all quitters when I'm winning," Catherine shook her head.

"Yes, that's why we want to quit, it's a conspiracy against you, Cath," Warrick teased.

"Okay, so if we quit, what are we doing?" Catherine asked.

"We could play a more grown-up game, like poker," Nick suggested.

"We could play strip poker," Greg added.

"Yeah right," Sara crossed her arms, "you just want to see me and Catherine take our clothes off."

"Exactly," Greg snickered.

"Excuse me," Grissom raised his eyebrows.

"Uh…I forgot what I was saying," Greg laughed nervously.

"Thought so," Grissom placed an arm over Sara's shoulders.

"Well I hate to break this party up, but I just got paged to work," Brass stood up.

"It's all right Jim," Grissom smiled.

"Thanks for coming," Sara hugged him.

"Good night, you guys," Brass left.


After Brass had to leave, the remaining CSIs had decided to watch a movie. Eventually, everyone had to leave for work. The night started off slowly, which was fine because everyone was in such a good mood. By midnight a couple cases came in and everyone but Grissom and Sara were out in the field.

"Still no cases?" Sara asked, leaning on Grissom's office doorframe.

"No, sweetie, if you really want you can go join Greg and Catherine," Grissom offered.

"It's okay, I just thought maybe the slow start was the calm before the storm or something," Sara sat down across from him.

"I hope not," Grissom said.

"Are you as nervous as I am?" she blurted out suddenly.

"I guess that depends on how nervous you are," he smiled, "but probably. I'm incredibly nervous, but every time, I remind myself, I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with you."

"That's true," she returned the smile, "I guess if you think about it that way, it's not so bad. I'm just afraid I'm going to somehow screw things up."

"Honey, no matter what you do, you can't screw things up so much I'd want to leave you. Nothing will make me leave, if that's what you're worried about," he assured her.

"I love you," Sara moved around the desk and kissed him.

"I love you too," Grissom returned.

"Our wedding is in a week," Sara said suddenly, "that's so soon."

"Not to alarm you, but I was thinking, who's going to walk you down the aisle?" Grissom suddenly asked.

"I don't know," she shook her head, "I can't believe I forgot that part."

"It's almost too late to ask anyone," he told her.

"Even if it wasn't late, I don't know who to ask," Sara sighed, "I wish my dad was still around sometimes, this is definitely one of them."

"We'll figure something out dear," Grissom assured her, squeezing her hand, "don't worry about it."

"How could I forget such an important thing?" Sara asked.

"Hey, calm down, no need to get yourself all worked up over a minor detail. If worst comes to worst, you don't have to have someone walk you down the aisle. I don't care if our wedding doesn't conform exactly to the traditional idea," Grissom said.

"You're right, it's not a big deal," Sara took a deep breath, "I'm going to go look at some old case files. Call me if anything comes in."

"Sure thing," Grissom turned back to his work.

A/N: I was so disappointed today. I was supposed to be doing DNA fingerprinting to solve an imaginary crime in my biology lab today, but the company that delivers supplies to my university didn't deliver the restriction enzymes we need for the experiment. So the lab is postponed for two weeks. The one lab I actually wanted to do! It's silly how excited I was over a lab, but I love this science stuff. And it'd be cool to get an idea what Greg used to do all the time when he was a DNA tech. Anyway, thanks as always for reading!