Disclaimer: It's not mine, I just enjoy messing with their lives.

Spoilers: Because I didn't do this last chapter, we'll just say that starting around this season.

A/N: Oh my gosh! Thanks sooooooo much for the reviews! I feel so loved lol. Anyways, it's nice to know the plot bunny wasn't completely crazy, and that maybe it was actually interesting lol. As I said last chapter, I know Sara and Greg aren't in character (though I'm trying- it's hard) and that they wouldn't hook up, but I think they compliment each other pretty well, personality wise. Greg's quirkiness balances out Sara's seriousness. Also, I don't know all the laws and restrictions about getting married or eloping in Nevada, so I took liberties with that. Lastly, I've decided I like the team being all back together, so there's a not very logical reason farther down as to why they're back together. Anyways, on to the next chapter!

A Marriage of Convenience?

Chapter Two

"This is the time that you have chosen to become husband and wife," Pastor Fanning began with a smile. "We are here, not only to witness your commitment to each other, but also to wish you both every happiness in your future life together. Within its framework of commitment and loyalty, marriage enables the establishment of a home, where through trust, patience, and respect, the love and affection which you have for each other may develop into a deep and lasting relationship. We who are witnessing your marriage hope that despite the stresses inevitable in any life, your respect for each other, your trust and understanding of each other, and most of all your love for each other, will increase your contentment and heighten your joy in living."

Greg and Sara shared a small smile.

"First Corinthians chapter thirteen, verses four through seven states, 'Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited, it is never rude or selfish, it does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's faults, but delights in the truth. It always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres'. It is always ready to endure whatever comes. True love does not come to an end. " Pastor Fanning paused a moment to let the meaning of those words sink in. "Every day you live, learn how to receive love with as much understanding as you give. Find things within yourself, then you can share them with one another. Do not fear this love either. Have an open heart and a sincere mind. Be sincerely interested in each other's happiness. Be constant and consistent in your love. From this comes security and strength. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us on this day of your marriage and you commit yourselves fully and freely to each other."

Sara felt a slight tightening in her chest as the weight of the words weighed upon her heart. Maybe she wasn't exactly marrying for love, but she would commit herself to the relationship for as long it lasted. Greg had the same thought running through his head, and he made a promise to do all he could to protect Sara.

"Marriage is togetherness if two are caring as they share life's hopes and fears, and if the music of laughter outweighs sadness and tears. Marriage is freedom if both derive pleasure from the mere presence of each other, yet when parted, no jealousies restrict, worry, or smother. Marriage is respect if achievements mean more when they benefit two and consideration is shown with each point of view. And if togetherness, freedom, and respect are combined with a joy that words can never fully define, then marriage is love," Pastor Fanning smiled again. "Before you, Gregers and Sara, are joined in holy matrimony in my presence and the presence of my wife, I am to remind you of the serious and binding nature of the relationship you are now about to enter. I will now ask you to make your marriage vows to one another."

Greg and Sara turned to face each other, and Greg took both her hands in his while looking into her eyes, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Do you Gregers Hojem Sanders, take Sara Marie Sidle, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honour, and cherish, to keep in sickness and health, forsaking all others, as long as you both shall live?" Pastor Fanning directed the question to Greg.

"I do."

"And do you Sara Marie Sidle, take Gregers Hojem Sanders, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honour, and cherish, to keep in sickness and health, forsaking all others, as long as you both shall live?" Pastor Fanning now directed the question to Sara.

"I do."

"Now if I may have the rings?" Lillian handed them over to her husband, and Sara hid a look of surprise. Greg had gone to a lot of trouble to make this nice for her. "So as the rings are round with no break, so may your marriage also be. Greg, please take the ring and place it on Sara's finger as you say with this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed," Greg slid the thin platinum band onto Sara's ring finger, next to her engagement ring.

"Sara, if you would please take the ring, and place it on Greg's finger as you say with this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed," Sara smiled as she slid the slightly wider platinum band onto Greg's ring finger.

"As you have consented together to be bound to one another in lawful marriage, you have made special oaths to each other which have been symbolized by the joining of hands, taking of vows, and by the giving and receiving of rings. By the authority vested in me, according to the laws of the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you to be husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

At that part, Greg smiled broadly, having wanted to kiss Sara for quite some time. Dropping her hands, he rested one on the small of her back and pulled her closer as his other hand moved to cup her cheek. Sara rested her hands on his chest as she closed her eyes, leaning in. Their lips met in a soft and tender kiss, sending a shock racing through both of them as fireworks exploded in their minds.

"Wow," Greg panted slightly as he pulled back.

"Yeah," Sara agreed, slightly dazed from the pure emotion of the kiss.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Sanders," Pastor Fanning handed them the now signed marriage license.

"Yes, and God bless you both," Lillian chimed in softly.

"Thank you," Sara and Greg responded simultaneously as they clasped hands again.

They left the church after paying Pastor Fanning, and climbed back into the car. Both sat there in silence for several moments, trying to fully comprehend the fact that they had just gotten married. Without dating, without knowing each other the way a husband and wife should, without love. And to each other of all people.

"So, what now?" Sara asked, breaking the silence.

"Uh, I don't know," Greg replied, and then grinned. "I'm still thinking about that kiss. Wait till I tell the guys!"

"Oh grow up Sanders," Sara rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but laugh a little at his excitement.

"You too, Sanders," he smirked. "What time is it?"

"It looks like it's, oh my gosh!" Sara looked at her watch. "It's nine forty-five!"

"So? We're only about ten minutes from the lab?" Greg looked over at her. "Shift doesn't start till ten."

"I know that, but I'm always at work by nine, sometimes earlier," Sara said exasperated. "Everyone's going to want to know where I was."

"Just tell them you got married," Greg smirked, and Sara just shot him an annoyed look. "Or not."

"They'd just think I was joking anyways," Sara said as she took her rings off, threading them onto the silver chair around her neck. "Thank you, by the way."

"For the flowers, the chocolate, the engagement ring, the wedding band, take your pick. You didn't have to go to all that trouble and expense."

"No biggie, I wanted to, and it's not like the money is a really big issue," Greg shrugged, handing his ring to Sara so she could thread it onto the chain he handed her.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Greg started to explain. "My parents came over from Norway a few months before I was born. Back when they lived in Norway though, my father was a very important, and very highly paid government official. My mother was a rather well-known seamstress. Once they moved here, my father worked as the President of the Norwegian Embassy, until he retired a few years ago. So my sister and I each have a bank account with a good amount of money in it. I don't even have to work, as long as I manage the money as well as I have in the past. I invest a lot in stocks and things, and I've never needed to buy a lot."

"How much?" Sara usually wouldn't ask, but seeing as they were married now, she felt she had the right to ask. "If you don't mind my asking?"

"Close to five million I'd say, last time I had my broker figure it out," Greg said quietly. He wasn't used to talking about his family or his wealth. He didn't want people to think he was a spoiled rich kid who only got to where he was because of his father.

"Okay," was all Sara said, and it put Greg at ease.

"All right, we're here," Greg stated the obvious as he pulled into the parking lot of the LVPD Crime Lab.

"Yep," Sara handed him back his ring, now on the chain.

"So did we decide if we want to tell them or just wait till they figure it out?"

"I think I'd rather just up the flirting and PDA's around everyone. We can tell them in time, or if someone asks we can just tell them the truth," Sara voiced her opinion.

"Coolies," Greg smiled before coming around and opening the door for her. "Now, we better get inside or we'll be late."

Sara and Greg quickly walked inside, punched in at the front desk, and made their way through the busy maze that was known as the crime lab. Heading straight for the break room without stopping at the locker room, Greg motioned for her to precede him in entering the room. Everyone, meaning Grissom, Catherine, Warrick, and Nick, looked up when they came in. Their shift had been put back together when there had been several disputes among employees on various shifts. Ecklie was moved back to day-shift, along with Sofia, and the night shift was re-instated back to its original members, plus Greg, of course.

"Well, look who decided to show up finally," Nick drawled, laying his accent on thick. "Running late tonight, are we?"

"Oh shut up Nicky," she snapped playfully at him, sitting down in the chair that Greg pulled out for her. "And my car broke down, so I caught a ride with Greg. Thanks."

"You're welcome," he said sitting down next to her, a little closer than usual.

"You're looking good girl," Warrick smiled his greeting.

"Yeah, what's with the clothes? You look like you stole them out of my closet," Catherine laughed. "And you too Greg, you look normal for once. Or at least as normal as you can."

"I don't know," they said simultaneously, causing everyone to laugh. Greg motioned for Sara to go first.

"Just felt like it," Sara said nonchalantly.

"I was at church earlier," Greg said. And it was true, although he wasn't there for the reasons that they assumed.

"Well, you look good Greg," Catherine complimented. "Maybe you should keep that look for a while, give these two a run for their money as cutest CSI."

"Nah, I'm going back to my usual tomorrow," Greg shook his head. "And besides, I'm happily taken, so I'm off the market. You've lost your chance Catherine."

"Damn," Catherine said, sarcasm evident in her voice. "Guess I'm going to have to fight Sara for Archie then."

"You can have him Cath," Sara raised an eyebrow. "He's too young for me, and not quite my type."

"All right guys, time to stop picking on the lab techs," Grissom shook his head in amusement. "Okay, before I give out assignments, Brass informed me that there is going to be a black and white police ball. And apparently the mayor is attending, and we're all being required to go since night shift has the highest solve rate, and the mayor wants to personally thank us for our efforts."

"When is it?" Catherine asked, already thinking about what she would wear.

"This Saturday, at eight o'clock at the Venetian ballroom," Grissom replied, and Nick let out a whistle.

"That'll cost a bundle," he said.

"Yeah, they could use that money to get me a new mass spec," Greg agreed, and everyone joined in talking about how the money could be better used.

"Assignments, guys," Grissom interrupted. "Nick and Warrick, you've got a DB at the Monaco, Sara and Greg, you're finishing up your B&E from last shift, right?"

"Yeah, we've just got some DNA to process and make a match, and I'll be doing that tonight, then we're gonna bag our bad guy!" Greg said excitedly.

"All right," Grissom just gave him a look. "Catherine, you're with me, possible suicide in Henderson."

"I'm driving!" She snatched the slip out of Grissom's hand, and left the room, followed by Grissom.

Nick and Warrick finished up their coffee and with a wave they left for their crime scene. Sara and Greg just sat there in a comfortable silence for a minute before Greg stood up.

"C'mon, let's get some coffee, this stuff tastes like motor oil," Greg pulled her out of her seat.

"As long as it's your blue Hawaiian, fine with me," Sara agreed, dumping her coffee into the sink.

"Our blue Hawaiian now," Greg said as they entered what he still thought of as his lab. "What's mine is yours."

"Well then, I guess I should let you know you're now part owner of an extremely opinionated and spoiled tabby cat named Belladonna," Sara replied, taking a seat on one of the stools as Greg produced the much sought after blue Hawaiian coffee.

"Really? Cool. I've just got two hermit crabs named Cinderella and Prince Charming," Greg measured out some coffee and turned the pot on.

"Cinderella and Prince Charming?"

"My sister named them."

"I didn't know you had a sister. Actually, I don't think I know much about your family at all."

"Yeah, she's 20 years old, ten years younger than me. Her name's Kjellfrid, but except for my parents, everyone calls her Kelly," Greg shared. "Other than her, it's just my parents, Tekla and Olaf. They were both only children, and their parents, my grandparents, died before I was born. What's your family like?"

"There's just my brother Chris and me. My dad was killed when I was a kid by my mom, and a few years ago my mom committed suicide. My dad had a brother, my Uncle Bill, and he and my Aunt Linda had three kids; Carly, Megan, and Justin. They're about the same ages as us, 31 and 34. Carly and Megan are twins, and they're both married with several kids each, and Justin's now a single dad with two girls I think. It's been a long time since I've talked to or seen any of them."

"But we'll see them at Thanksgiving?" Greg questioned, putting his coffee down as they finally decided to start on the DNA swab they had taken from their suspected robber.

"Yeah, I have to call up Linda and set everything up, but we'll probably be going up a day or two before, and leave the day after, is that okay?" Sara asked as she passed over the distilled water for him to add to the tub holding the tip of the swab.

"Yup, and then we'll be spending Christmas Eve, Christmas, and the day after with my folks," Greg put the sample in the machine and waited for it to process.

"Sounds fine," Sara shrugged, not really caring too much.

"All right, I've added in the sample we took from the scene," Greg announced. "We just have to wait for the first sample to be processed, then the second one to be processed, and then I've programmed it so that they'll automatically be cross-referenced with each other."

"So how long will that take?"

"About an hour or so, give or take. It depends on if Hodges is running any samples in his lab, or if Mia is. If they are, it'll take longer, but if the fates are smiling on me, it'll be quicker," Greg looked up jokingly, pleading with the ceiling. He then turned to his c.d. player sitting on the counter. "But while we wait, we can listen to some music. My sister sent me a mix of songs she likes, and I promised her that I would listen to it."

"Country?" Sara's eyebrows rose as the first song came on.

"I guess so. Not quite my thing, but because it's from her, I'll listen to it at least once through," Greg pushed the 'next' button to go to the next song. They sat there talking, the country music providing a nice background as they played twenty questions with one another, getting to know a little more about each other.

"What are you doing Greg?" Sara laughed as he pulled her off the stool as the last song on the c.d. came on. "Anyone could see."

"Well we never had a wedding reception, so I'm taking our first dance now, and if someone sees, oh well. We have to tell 'em sometime" Greg wrapped an arm around her waist as he took her hand in his. Her other hand went to rest on his shoulder as he rested his cheek against her temple. Both couldn't help but think that they fit perfectly together as they rotated slowly in place in time to the song by Rascal Flatts, "God Bless the Broken Road".

"Well, don't you two look cozy?" Hodges sneered, walking into the lab as the song was coming to an end.

"Oh stuff it Hodges," Greg rolled his eyes in irritation as he and Sara separated.

He was annoyed at Hodges. He and Sara had been sharing what felt like a rather intimate moment. He was kinda surprised at how well they were both settling into this. They had done things backwards, in a way. They got married, and were now getting to know each other better, and planning on doing things like couples did.

"So what were you doing? You're not dating, are you?" Hodges had an insatiable curiosity when it came to knowing any and all gossip in the lab.

"You'd make a horrible CSI, because it's obvious that we were dancing. And no, we're not dating," Sara answered, which was true. They were married instead.

"Sure, and that's why you were practically making out where anyone could see you."

"No, if we were making out, it'd look like this," Greg smirked, quickly glancing at Sara for her agreement.

Greg pulled Sara to him once more, his lips meeting hers in a heated kiss. She slid her arms around his neck and ran her fingers though his hair as his hands ran up and down her back, keeping her pressed against him. Though neither of them were ones for public displays of affection, especially at this level, they upped the passion and heat of the kiss for Hodges benefit.

"That's a little like what making out is," Sara could help but smirk at the look of shock on Hodges face. "Although if I had my way, there'd be a lot less clothes involved."

"Bye!" Greg called as Hodges left in a hurry, still in shock. "Sorry about that, but the chance to get one up on him was just too irresistible to pass."

"It's all right. Hey, print out's done!" Sara snatched the paper up. "Yes, it's a match!"

"Let's call Brass and arrest this creep!" Greg pulled her into a hug and swung her around.

"Whoa! Careful there you two," Nick held his hands up as he and Warrick entered the lab.

"Sorry," Greg grinned sheepishly as he set a laughing Sara down.

"Hey, anything to make our Sara laugh is okay by me," Warrick grinned, noting the flush on her cheeks. She had been going through a rough patch, especially with that suspension a while back, and it was good to see her happy again.

"We just got a match to our suspect, and Greg was slightly over-enthusiastic about it," Sara slapped Greg's arm playfully. "We were just about to go call Brass, so we'll catch you guys later."

"Did that seem a little weird to you?" Nick asked as they watched the two go down the hall, joking with one another. "I mean, since when have Sara and Greg been such good friends?"

"I don't know, but like I said, anything to make our girl happy," Warrick shrugged as they headed down the hall to the other lab.

"And Greg is doing a good job of that," Hodges said dryly as they walked in.

"What do you mean by that?" Nick asked suspiciously.

"They were dancing earlier, rather closely, and though they denied dating, they shared a porn-flick worthy kiss in front of me," Hodges said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"Funny Hodges," Warrick said sarcastically, not believing him for a second.

After all, Sara and Greg? It just wasn't conceivable.

A/N: Okay, that's it for this chapter. Next chapter will deal with Greg and Sara's day off, and her moving into Greg's townhouse. There will also be stuff dealing with what their thinking about the whole situation. Maybe some other fun stuff, like them buying a dog. Anyone like that idea? Let me know in a review, hint hint. I'm just kidding; if you want to review, that's great, if you just read it and enjoyed it but didn't review, that's great too! Next chapter up in a week or so.