Author: Joyce

Title: The truth behind the music

Disclaimer: NO! There not mine!

Note: The very last installment of this story! I want to thank anybody who took the time to sent me reviews. I never expected so many kind reactions. I kinda like this W/S community I found here. So for the very last time, thank you all so much! You guys rock!

Epilogue

"I hate this stupid song," Greg mumbled.

Next to him Nick raised his eyebrows.

"What? Why?"

Greg turned to his friend. Not getting why Nick couldn't understand the obvious.

"We heard it a million times, man. They were always humming it when they first got together. And the looks they would get while they were humming, it was disgusting."

He looked at the display before him.

"No, it's still disgusting."

Nick rolled his eyes.

"You're just jealous, man."

Greg rolled his eyes back at his friend.

"No, I'm not. I just don't get why Warrick has to have everything. With his pretty eyes, perfect body, dazzling smile, cool looks. It's to much, man! Think about it."

Nick grinned.

"I think you're jealous because you lost him. Not because you lost her."

Greg wanted to respond to that when they were interrupted.

"Guys, shut up," Catherine said, wiping some tears from her eyes with the palm of her hand. "You're ruining the best part."

The ice cold look in her eyes made Greg and Nick decide that maybe it was better if they were silent now. Catherine turned to the man sitting beside her.

"Aren't they beautiful together?"

Grissom had a regretful smile on his face.

"Yes, they are," he responded.

The man behind the piano didn't hear a single word his co-workers were whispering to each other. He was caught up in the music and the beautiful woman standing before him. He was always good looking but today Warrick was at his peak. The suit he was wearing complemented his body and his eyes were shining while he played. He had a big smile on his face that made him even more irresistible. He was matched by Sara. Dressed in a beautiful white dress, her eyes fixed on the one person that meant the world to her. When he finished playing she walked over to him. Kissing him for the world to see.

"I love you, Brown," she said.

Warrick nodded.

"Good. I love you too, Brown."

The End