A/N: Well this is the end. I don't know what i'll do after this. I'm gonna cry, I finally finished a story. This is kinda a simi late B-day present to myself, yesterday was my b-day.

Disclaimer: None of them are mine, I did not make them up, these characters are not my cration, how amny other ways are there to say it?

Dedication: To 2 people, the first is my friend amy because we are the only people who can tolorate each other and our obbsetions. And also too AmberKyep, the ginius who figured out that grave yard stars at 12. ok it might not have been that hard, but leave me alone I'm slow.

Hee hee. I guess you kinda wanna read the story now so here it is.

Epilogue

"I found a possible murder weapon," Sara called over her shoulder as she bagged the bloody knife; she turned around to find Grissom staring at her. She flashed him one of her patented Sara Sidle smiles and walked over to her kit to put the blade in. When she turned around he was still staring at her.

"What?" she asked, "Is my tag hanging out or something?" The beginnings of a blush began to color her face. "Stop staring at me Gil," she smiled self-consciously.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" he asked quietly with a smile playing across his lips.

"Not now, Gil, we're at a crime scene." Sara had taken to calling him Gil about a week after they got suspended, which was almost three months ago. They were officially together and everyone who found out had the 'finally' reaction when they found out. Ecklie either didn't know or didn't care, but they weren't going to tell him unless they had to.

He didn't break his gaze. "You're cute when you're mad," he said, just to get a rise out of her. It was obvious that he was still waiting for an answer. Sara blushed madly.

"Answer the question," he told her.

"Gil," she said starting to get whiney.

"Just answer the question," he repeated. "I know all your week spots, and like you said, this is a crime scene," He spoke coolly like he didn't really care what she did.

"You wouldn't!" she gasped, a small smile threatening to take over her face as he took a step toward her.

"Grissom I found a fingerprint on the--," he cut himself off as he rounded the corner and saw the scene in front of him.

He put the fingerprint he had found in his kit. They still hadn't noticed him. He used this to his advantage as he crept up toward the couple.

He whispered loudly, "Get a room!"

They didn't hear him, but Sara stared to moan into Grissom's mouth. If Greg hadn't been grossed out before he defiantly was now. He felt like a little kid that had walked in on his parents.

"GET A ROOM!" he said, much louder this time. They jumped apart.

They both blushed simultaneously, and Sara hung her head to hide the brood grin on her face.

Half an hour later Grissom told them to pack it up and head back to the lab. They did, looking behind them as if trying to catch the last bit of evidence that would crack the case as they drove away.

When they got back Grissom sent Greg to drop of DNA samples and run the fingerprints they found. He sent Sara to apocracy to catch up with Doc Robbins, while he got to go do paperwork.

He was only barely to his office when his phone buzzed with a text message.

'We still on 4 2night?'

He grinned as he sat down and hit the reply button, he tapped in the message and it went on its merry way. Sara's phone buzzed just as she entered the Morgue. She smiled at his reply.

'My place or Urs?'

The fact that he was asking the question was enough to make her stomach do flip flops the fact that he used IM lingo was just too much.

'Urs :)'

She text back before putting a lab coat on and slipping her phone in her pocket. Halfway through the apocracy her phone buzzed. She told the Doc to keep going; that the message could wait, even though she was just bursting to check it.

'Open Ur door,' the message told him.

He did. Sara didn't even speck, she just stepped into the room, just far enough to close the door. They had learned their lesson the first time.

"I love you too," she murmured. He smiled and snaked his arms around her waist.

"Kiss me," he commanded her.

"Close your eyes, it's rude to stare," she told him before closing the gap between them.

THE END.

A/N: I have nothing left to say cause I did all my babling up top. Good bye dear readers, I'll miss you, esicially when I have nothing to do and I'm bored out of my mind.