A/N: I thought I'd remember you guys that Grissom, Sara and the other CSI's are not mine, but Mr. Zuiker's and that I don't want to make any money of off this. Well... I would want to, but it's not by far good enough for that. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Number 20 will be the final chapter, maybe followed by an epilogue. Thanks to Andromeda for the read through. You know I love you girl! And thanks to the kind reviewers who make my day.

Months had passed between them, time healing old wounds, creating comfort, making things better and getting them to get used to one another.

Their house had turned a home and even though Sara had expected Grissom to retreat somewhat at some point he had not and things were as great as she had ever imagined them to be.

She woke up beside his slowly breathing frame every morning and watched him, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open. She didn't mind his morning breath like she had minded others, she was just happy he'd let her be here to witness it.

Sara rolled over to her left side and slipped backwards, nestling her cool back against his warm body. A smile curved her lips and a warm breeze of air escaped her lips when she sighed at the mere tranquillity in which they existed for now.

A cool thanksgiving morning and something to give thanks for, for the first time in years. The promise of fake turkey for dinner, in some fancy restaurant he had picked, picked especially for her as he didn't mind her being a vegetarian. The promise of them being there as lovers out in the open as they had been since they moved in together. Something new for the both of them, after years of suppressed emotions, secret love and fear.

She knew staying in bed, tossing and turning would mean waking him up, so she slowly slid out from between the linen sheets and made her way to the bathroom.

Large red fluffy towels hung on the wall on her right hand side and she absent-mindedly caressed them while trying to decide on a bath or a shower. She went with the latter and turned on the tap while carefully avoiding the cold tiles in the shower.

She was glad their home had heated floors. Coldness used to cramp up her calves until she had no other option than to hop around on one leg while relieving and massaging the other. She was also happy for the thermometer in her shower that kept the jet of water at exactly the requested temperature.

She let her body be covered and massaged by the water as it ran over her shoulders, breasts and belly. She ran her hands over her skin and wondered what it would feel like to have the miracle of life growing inside of her, a gift from nature.

She knew she had been feeling somewhat different for the last week or so and God know she and Grissom had been trying. Her body felt different, but she could not quite put a finger on it and morning sickness hadn't been part of the equation either. She decided not to take a test yet. In previous months it had been money spilled as she threw negative after negative in the trash can. It wasn't as if these things were cheap.

After turning down the tap she stepped out of the shower to find Grissom standing in the doorway clad in only boxers which made him fairly irresistible to her. He threw her a towel -which she gratefully accepted- and then stepped closer to her to wrap her in it and dry her off.

It was hours later when he was dressed in a dark grey tux and she wore a green dress that so wonderfully hugged and kissed her curves. A treat for every man's eye, but tonight she was his and she would be for many nights to come.

They were seated at a table in plain sight, much to Grissom's dismay. He wanted her to himself in that moment and he wanted the privacy to do what he had told himself to bravely do.

They held hands and spoke softly while waiting for their soup to arrive, occasionally untangling their fingers to reach for their wine. His red, hers white, a contradiction and yet they complimented each other for neither were they the same, nor all that different.

"This soup is delicious," she mumbled, eyes closed, upon feeling the heavenly hot liquid caress her tongue and throat. Grissom took in her beauty as if it was the first time he saw her, in that moment, all his.

He fidgeted with his spoon, waiting for the right moment and deciding it would be over desert, however cliché.

"Penny for your thoughts," she whispered seductively while gently touching his forearm.

"My thoughts are worth way more than a penny," he answered cryptically, "though I will tell them soon enough."

The courses followed each other magnificently, giving them enough time to talk in between, but not leaving them hungry. Deserts were slowly but steadily nearing and Grissom's heart beat and breath intake were noticeably increasing.

"Are you alright?" she asked and he knew he couldn't wait much longer. He released a sigh of relief when he saw the waitress coming their way with a large bowl of chocolate covered vanilla ice cream.

"Do you happen to have champagne with this?" he asked the petite blonde that had been at their service all night. She nodded slightly before turning around towards the kitchen to get a bottle of the sparkly goods.

Brown eyes looked at him with a curiosity he often longed for.

"What do you give thanks for, Sara?"

"Oh right, it is Thanksgiving after all." She smiled. "I give thanks for you being in my life, for both of us being healthy and happy. What do you give thanks for?"

Grissom looked up at the waitress and accepted the bottle before responding.

"I give thanks for you having faith in me, and forgiving me for the many stupid things I said and did. I give thanks for you sticking by me and living with me." He poured the both of them some champagne. "I would be able to give even more thanks though," he continued with trembling voice and hands, "if you'd do me the honor of accepting this."

He reached in his inside pocket and retrieved a deep green velvet box. Sara gasped at the sight of it then looked at him.

"It's... The same color as my dress!" she stammered.

"Not really the response I was waiting for, but then again, I haven't opened the box yet." Grissom flicked the box open and revealed a small band with two white diamonds and one small emerald in the middle.

"Sara, will you please spend the rest of our lives with me as my wife."

Sara slowly shook her head, "You know you don't have to ask me that! Of course I will!"