"Come on," Sara said as she was driving Erzsébet to the airport, "let me park in short term, and I'll muscle my way past security and spend time with you at the gate." There had been a tremendous change in Sara Sidle in the past month, and the same could be said for Erzsébet; she was much more quiet than anyone had seen since she arrived, while Sara was a little more talkative.

Erzsébet shook her head as they pulled off Las Vegas Boulevard and headed into the loop around McCarran International; she wanted to go home, and put this entire trip behind her. Of course, with the exception of finding Sara and spending time with her and their brother Chris, things had been awful. Erzsébet had completely stopped conversing with Greg since he'd come over to Sara's that one night, and from what she had heard from Sara as she was on the phone with Catherine, he was miserable. Good, she thought, let him be miserable.

"Well, here's where this whole things stops."

"Hmm?"

"You gotta get your stuff and get inside that airport?" Sara sighed as Erzsébet got out of her car and went around to the back; she followed, and watched as her sister unloaded her luggage. "He's-"

"I know, he's miserable." Erzsébet turned to Sara, and it made Sara want to kill Greg when she saw the expression on her sister's face. "He should be. Catherine made me think he didn't just see me as something other than a friend, and I let myself get all hopeful." She pulled her last piece of luggage out and sighed. "I promise I'll be back in a few months, and I'll write you with my address."

Sara couldn't' do anything but hug her sister. "Don't drop off the face of the earth like grams and gramps made you, okay?" She pushed her sister away and looked her straight in the eyes. "I am your big sister, I will be there for you no matter what, got it?"

With that comment, Erzsébet couldn't help but crack a smile; her sister always had made her feel better, and had kept her safe during what had happened to their father. After many more hugs, Erzsébet made her way into the airport after getting her boarding passes, and headed for the security gate.

She went through the gate with no problem, showing them her badge, taking all the metal out of her pockets, and even submitting to an extra search. Erzsébet was almost to the gate when two security guards stepped in front of her. "Excuse me miss," one of them said, "but you'll have to come with us." Figuring that this was just a precaution taken by Bailey and the rest, Erzsébet followed the gentlemen to the boarding gate, whose area happened to be fairly deserted. "Please, sit down."

After talking amongst themselves, one of the men went off, and came back just a few moments later. With Captain Brass. "Miss Sidle," he said, "I believe you have something of the Las Vegas Police Department's."

"I'll check my bags," Erzsébet said, opening her purse and starting to look through it, " but I don't think- hey!" While she had started looking through her bag two men had come up behind her and restrained her arms. Taking a quick look back, she scowled, and then Erzsébet looked at Captain Brass. "This isn't funny, I'm a law abiding member of a violent crimes task force, and haven't ever done anything."

"Of course not, or you wouldn't be in law enforcement."

"EXACTLY."

Nick and Warrick had, by now, chained her hands behind her and to a chair, and took spots slightly behind Brass. "We've come to tell you that you HAVE to stay," Nick said, "it's important."

"No, I have a job at home." Erzsébet tried to struggle, but gave up after a few moments. "I have friends, and hopefully potential dates."

"You have a potential right here," Warrick responded, prompting a groan from Erzsébet. "Yes, this again. You love him."

"He loves you."

Erzsébet got her hands free just then, and stood up; she was furious they had handcuffed her for something so frivolous. "NO," she said, " not like everyone thinks." Nick and Warrick both tried to open their mouths to say something, but Erzsébet held up her hand. "Don't start with me and tell me he loves me more deeply than you've ever seen him act towards Sara. It's not the fact that he flirted with her and hit on her that proves my point." She sighed. "It's that I was dressed in something, that if he was interested like that, would have made him JUMP me." She looked between the two men. "Do you UNDERSTAND me?"

"They do," a voice said from behind her, "but you're wrong."

Erzsébet turned around to protest, but couldn't say a word; Greg was standing there, holding flowers. All she wanted to do was scream at him, but Erzsébet couldn't bring herself to do it. "Gregers." It was all she said, and she stepped out into the middle of the concourse to get away from the seats.

"I'm so sorry, so, SO sorry." Greg handed Erzsébet the flowers, and stood so close to her she could hear him breathing. "I didn't mean to stop writing you, or talking to you…"

Erzsébet let a tear slide down on her face as she pressed her head to his; it was a thing they'd been doing since high school, and now seemed an appropriate time to do it. "Then why did you?"

"You didn't reply to the video."

"Huh?" Erzsébet moved back from Greg, and looked at him, confused as ever. "What do you mean? I watched the last video you sent me. You told me you were going to stay in Vegas, that you liked the team you were with…"

"Cue the video."

Erzsébet looked back at Nick and Warrick, one of who had spoken into a walkie-talkie; they just smiled. Then, on the screens that were broadcasting the news, a video began…

"Greg, stop."

"Come on, it's for us to remember forever."

"FINE… this vacation has been the best, I want to do it again next year…"

Erzsébet recognized the scene; it was when they had been in Hawaii, as she was suffering an allergic reaction to pineapple. She looked back at Greg as the screen faded out and then went to white noise.

"Keep watching," he said, "you didn't see this next part…"

Erzsébet sat down as a view of their Hawaii balcony view came on the screens; Greg, after a few moments of fiddling with the angle, sat on the edge of the balcony and cleared his throat.

"Yesterday I bought you a couple of things. One you'll get when the plane touched down at LAX. The other… it requires extra words to give. Why? Because we both decided, on the plane trip over to this beautiful place, never to be more than friends."

Now this was interesting… Erzsébet looked over at Greg as he sat across from her, apparently trying to see her reaction.

"I can't just be your friend, Erzsé. I've watched you for the past eight years, and have seen you change. You have grown from a girl with mosquito bites to a women who made Hawaiian men take notice."

"GREG! Are you done yet? The cab company called and they're on their way!"

"Almost!"

There was a smile from online Greg, and Erzsébet couldn't help but smile. She remembered screaming at him as the cab was on the way to the hotel. She thought he was having trouble finding everything.

"That's you, but… you probably know that already. Where was I? Oh yeah – you made them take notice, and even then I had begun to regret our deal. So, I got this for you…"

It wasn't only Erzsébet who gasped when mid-twenties Greg pulled the box out of his pocket; nor was she the only one when he opened it and revealed a ring with a black pearl in it's setting, with tiny gemstone all around it. All the women in the airport were looking around for her; she could see it in their faces.

"I want to marry you, Erzsébet Kaia Sidle, and I think I've known I love you for about the same amount of time I've known you. Well, maybe a couple years less. I'm giving you this tape along with your Hawaiian present, Erzsé, and if I don't' hear back from you, I'll still keep the ring. It's a symbol of me knowing I love you and WANTING to take that chance; I'll have it until the day I die, but will never give it to anyone else if you don't want it. I just wanted you to know I love you."

The video went off then, and Erzsébet was left speechless; she couldn't believe it, Greg had wanted to marry her when they went to Hawaii. Had he just come right out and said it, they wouldn't have lived the past five years in silence, they would have had one child by now.

"Can you believe that?" someone said from behind Erzsébet – she was beginning to hate people behind her, "He wanted to marry her, and she never gave him an answer."

Erzsébet turned around to say something, answer the person behind her, and saw it was Sara; she wanted to kill her sister at the moment, and if not for the absolute unlawfulness of that activity, she would have. "You knew," she said, "didn't you?"

"I could have kept you from being cuffed."

"I hate you." Erzsébet looked at Greg. "I hate you too, you should have just asked. You know I turn the videos off when the white noise comes on." There was an announcement over the loud speaker then, announcement the boarding of Erzsébet's flight, at least the first class section anyway.

Greg moved over to Erzsébet then, crouching in front of her; she looked down at him, with a slight bit of contempt upon her normally serene face. He reached out and took her hands. "Please don't hate me for not asking outright," he said, "I just… didn't know."

"I know." They were simple words; they were spoken softly. However Erzsébet Sidle had just said she knew Gregers Sanders had had no idea she'd loved him, it would have thought to have been said that way. "I didn't know how to tell you, not after…"

Their heads were leaned together once again; their familiarity, comfort level, everything, there and undeniable; Greg and Erzsébet were huddled together, and yet somehow only noticeable by those close to them. Warrick, Nick, and Sara

watched as a huddled conversation took place, privy to a intimate action as Greg took a box out of his pocket.

"What'd I miss?" an out of breath Catherine asked, "Did he ask her yet?" She snickered a bit as Erzsébet suddenly launched out of her chair and tackled Greg to the ground. "I guess I got here just in time."