Post-Butterflied

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to CSI blah blah blah, however the story line is mine, so I'll kick your butt if you steal it. ;) Hahaha. Now that's an entertaining thought.

Chapter 30

Sara woke up an hour before the alarm was set to go off and rolled over to find Orion where Grissom should have been. She scratched the cat's head as he purred and then rolled out of bed to see what Grissom was up to.

"Good morning, sweetie, I was hoping to catch you while you were still in bed," Grissom looked slightly disappointed, "I made breakfast."

Sara slid into a chair, "I'm still surprised. And I can still eat out here."

"True," Grissom slid a plate in front of her and took a seat across from her at their small table.

"Still nervous?" she asked.

"I wasn't until you said something," he smiled.

"I don't think I hardly slept at all last night," she shook her head slightly.

"No kidding, I felt you tossing and turning," he smirked, "not that I was asleep myself."

"So, Catherine will be here in about an hour and a half to pick me up," Sara said, "she has my dress and everything at her place."

"Okay. And I think the guys will probably show up here about an hour after that," Grissom chuckled.

"That's because men don't really worry about this kind of stuff. You guys could be ready in about ten minutes," she told him.

"You're right," he agreed, "but you and Catherine will spend hours on your hair and makeup."

"I'm not exactly thrilled about the prospect of it myself," she sighed, "but I've already come this far, I might as well go all the way."

"You make it sound like something horrible," he said with laughter in voice.

"Would you like to sit and have someone put you in makeup for hours?" she asked.

"No, thank you. I'm sorry you have to go through it," he hid his smile.

"I bet you are," she returned, also hiding a smile.

The hour seemed to fly by as the next thing they knew, Catherine was knocking on the door.

"Hello," Catherine greeted the pair warmly, "are you guys ready?"

"I don't want to leave you," Sara turned to Grissom, "I know it's stupid, but I'd rather not spend the day apart."

"Come on honey, it's only a few hours really," Grissom hugged her tightly, "besides, the next time we see each other, we'll be vowing to spend the rest of our lives together. I think you can handle a few hours with Catherine."

"You're right," she whispered into his ear and gave him one last, long kiss.

"Going to get the bride all ready?" Mrs. Grissom's sudden appearance startled the trio.

"Yes we are," Catherine said, "you must be Gil's mother. I'm Catherine Willows."

The two women briefly introduced themselves and then Mrs. Grissom turned to her son, "Son, I love you, I think I'm going to go with the ladies. I'll see you this afternoon."

"Bye mom," Grissom hugged his mother and waved as the three women left.


Two hours later, Catherine could tell that Sara was getting irritated with having her hair done. Part of her was having fun, knowing she was annoying Sara, but mostly she pitied her because she was not used to this kind of attention to her appearance.

"I'm almost done Sara, I promise," Catherine told her.

"I hope so," Sara sighed.

"I'm sorry this is taking so long, but you are going to look amazing. And remember, this is a once in a lifetime thing, so you'll never have to endure this again. Besides if you had gone to a salon, they may have been faster, but it would be ridiculously expensive and they wouldn't take into account that you're not used to this kind of treatment," Catherine explained.

"I'm grateful for this, Cath, I really am. Sorry if I don't seem like it," Sara flashed her a smile, "without you, this wedding would not be happening."

"I know," Catherine smirked.

"I've probably been a pain all along, I'm really not into the whole planning thing, but I'm glad you made me help out," Sara confided.

"I knew you'd eventually come to that realization," Catherine laughed, "and I'm finished. Ready to see it?"

"Yes," Sara waited anxiously as Catherine spun her around to face the mirror, "wow."

"Is that a good wow or a bad wow?" Catherine asked.

"Good. Very good, my hair has never looked this amazing," Sara stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"Thank you," Catherine admired her own work.

"She looks beautiful," Mrs. Grissom piped up from the magazine she was reading.

"Thanks," Sara's face immediately turned red.

Sara's brown locks were curled and then placed on the top of her head with several ruby clips that Catherine had insisted she use. She really like the look of her hair and though it had taken way too long to complete, she was definitely satisfied with the result. Catherine now allowed Sara to relax, while she took care of her own hair. She took a seat next to Grissom's mother and watched in slight amazement at how good Catherine was with her own hair.

"You really do look beautiful, dear," Mrs. Grissom said.

"Thanks," Sara smiled.

"I'm so glad you're marrying my son," she continued.

"I feel so lucky to have him," Sara told her.

"Honestly, I've always thought I'd done something wrong with the way I raised him. I thought he'd never get married," she sniffled, "then when I met you, I just had this wonderful feeling. I think it was worth waiting for."

Sara also teared up, "You did a wonderful job with him. He's a great man."

The two women hugged and Catherine turned to them, "Good thing I didn't do your makeup yet."

Mrs. Grissom smiled, "You've obviously been through a wedding before."

"Yes," Catherine nodded knowingly, "I don't know about this one though, she's not real girly."

"I'm not a robot though," Sara added, "I do have feelings too."

"I know," Catherine smiled, "you're just like the rest of us. It's fun to tease you though."


"I wonder what the girls are doing," Nick mused, "I don't understand why we had to get together so early."

"You know women, all their makeup and it takes them forever to do their hair," Warrick rolled his eyes.

"It probably won't take them the whole time anyway. It's just part of the wedding tradition," Grissom added, "the bride and groom have to be apart until the ceremony."

"Yeah, I guess that's true. If we know Sara, she won't let Catherine spend this much time doing the whole hair and makeup thing," Greg snickered.

"Maybe I should call and make sure Catherine's actually still alive," Warrick chuckled.

"She wouldn't kill Catherine right now," Brass jumped in, "the wedding would have to be called off so we could investigate."

A/N: I think the next chapter is probably going to be the last one. Thanks so much for all your support. I really do enjoy finding reviews in my inbox, they are usually what prompts me to get my chapters out faster. Oh, and on a TOTALLY unrelated note: Am I the only one who's creeped out by the Burger King commercials where the "King" is standing outside that guy's window? Man, the King is creepy. lol, I just saw that commercial, that's why it came up ;)